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[runningred]

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Jay takes Emcee's hand and leads him deeper into the forest. Sure-footed in the darkness, Jay leads him to the glade where he trains. It's private, comfortable and the grass is soft. He sheds his jacket and pulls Emcee close, kissing him slow and deep.

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[runningred]

"Most likely but I suck at taking complements. Always have been." Jay chuckles, his eyes still closed. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, sighing warmly.

[i_am_your_host]

He tilts his head at him at the modern-day expression.

"You...suck?"

His lips twist in a smirk as he continues to play with his nipple.

"Interesting phasing, even if it is true in at least one way."

He brings his hips down to counter his movement, slowly and deliberately, a low moan escaping his throat.

[runningred]

"As in I'm really bad at it." Jay chuckles breathlessly. "But yes, in more ways than one I guess. But only if you ask nicely."

[i_am_your_host]

"I must be special, then," he murmurs, leaning down to plant kisses down the center of his chest. "I didn't even have to ask."

[runningred]

"You are special," Jay sighs, lifting a hand to cup the back of Emcee's head lazily. "You get it. Pleasure, joy, freedom. You live and breathe them."

[i_am_your_host]

"I am not special," he chuckles against his skin, his long fringe of hair sweeping over his clavicle. "It is only my ideals that are in any way extraordinary."

He runs the palms of his hands down Jay's body, bracing himself on his solidness before slowly rolling his hips.

[runningred]

"You think I do think with just anyone?" Jay teases, stroking Emcee's cheek. He rolls his hips up to meet Emcee's rhythm. Jay has no problem taking his weight, his muscles harder still than the least time they made out.

[i_am_your_host]

"I don't know. Do you think I do this with just anyone?" he teases in return.

Rhetorical questions, of course.

He splays his hands on Jay's chest, and with cat-like languidness, he continues to roll his hips in earnest, his head lolling against his own shoulder, face slightly upturned toward the sky.

[runningred]

"I count myself very lucky to have a friend like you." Jay whispers, not really teasing at all.

He can't take his eyes off Emcee, the curve of his neck, the pale brightness of his skin in the moonlight, the shadows throwing his high cheekbones into stark relief. "Stunning."

[i_am_your_host]

He hears the whisper. But he only responds with a small, cryptic smile.

Perhaps he's flattered; perhaps he thinks that Jay is just a sentimental boy. Or both.

He also feels Jay's gaze on him. And, being an entertainer, he can't help but want to give him an eyeful. So as he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip with a sighing moan, he deepens the roll of his hips, driving Jay's cock deeper into him. He arches his back as waves of warmth start to course up his spine and through his limbs, pressing his fingertips into Jay's skin.

This is what he does better than admit his feelings for anything or anyone.

[runningred]

It's okay, Emcee. Jay knows how this works. Doesn't mean he can't be a little affection.

He lays back, enjoying the view. Emcee is truly beautiful. The grace of a showman and the body of a god. Jay runs his hands up Emcee's sides, stroking his chest and down his arms. He thrusts up slowly, deeper, harder.

[i_am_your_host]

He leans into Jay's touch, indulging the both of them, exuding elements of Pan, of Dionysus, of every hedonistic being that ever incited desire and wantonness in others. Out here under the moon and surrounded by shadows, he's never felt freer.

Jay thrusts into him and he exhales an encouraging moan for more, hips gyrating, lips parted in a grin as he angles his body back and runs his fingers through his own hair.

[runningred]

There are no words to describe how beautiful Emcee looks in that moment. A child of wild joy, of pure pleasure. Jay can't take his eyes off him. Not for a moment.

He meets the roll of Emcee's hips with steady thrusts, purring out sweet words of encouragement and praise. Not all of them in English. Or German.

[i_am_your_host]

The language of fucking with abandon is fairly universal.

With one hand buried in his hair, he slides his other hand down over his stomach, lower and lower until he wraps his fingers around his cock. He begins to stroke himself in time with Jay's thrusts, and it isn't long before he's moaning out obscenities with a delirious smile on his lips, getting himself off and getting Jay off in the process, delighting in the fact that he has such a captive audience of one.

[runningred]

Jay should would offer to help but of fuck is Emcee beautiful to watch! His eyes flit from his face to the movement of his hand, unable to settle and hating to miss either.

He wraps his hands around Emcee's waist, keeping him steady as he fucks him faster and rougher. He wants needs to watch Emcee come, to feel him splash across Jay's chest.

[i_am_your_host]

Jay's strong hands holding him in place is an incredible turn-on. He rides along with the force of his thrusts, his entire body undulating with fluidity even as Jay continues to fuck him harder and faster.

He tilts his face against the crook of his arm, eyelashes fluttering, blasphemies falling from his lips like profane incantations of the gods. He is hard, and Jay's hardness inside him reaches to his core, filling him, delivering him, pushing him to the brink--

And there is nothing else to do but come. And with an exultant half-laugh, half-shout he bares his face skyward, his throat, his chest, back bowed in the grips of ecstasy. The wet, glistening warmth spreads over his hand and across Jay's torso -- and he is finally, finally spent.

[runningred]

Jay can't help but follow. The tight heat of Emcee's body, vice clenched around him in the moment of ecstasy; the splashes across his skin, burning hot compared to the cold air. He runs him hands up Emcee's arms, supporting him. He sits up a touch, holding Emcee close as he pants for air.

"Beautiful." He whispers softly, cupping Emcee's cheek and kisses him fondly.

[i_am_your_host]

He sighs the groaning sigh of the delightfully satisfied, leaning into Jay's touch. Purring into the kiss, he smiles against his lips.

"Thank you, darling," he chuckles just a little bit wryly, low and breathy. "What can I say? You inspired me."

Without breaking his gaze, he sweeps his fingers down over Jay's stomach, before bringing them to his own lips to lick at them.

[runningred]

Jay makes a little sound of protest and catches hold of Emcee's hand, sucking the tips of Emcee's fingers clean. "I live to please." He purrs, nipping the pad of his thumb playfully.

[i_am_your_host]

Jay's tongue is deliciously warm on his fingertips.

"It seems as if that is something we have in common," he murmurs, "pleasing others, and taking pleasure in their pleasure. As we both are now."

With the pad of his thumb pressed lightly to Jay's lips, he cups his cheek and leans in to kiss the side of his neck.

[runningred]

"It's no fun unless I know the other person it getting at least as much pleasure as I'm getting out of it." He teases the tip of his tongue over Emcee's thumb, shivering a little at the neck kiss. Becoming such a kink. "I enjoy seeing pleasure in others and I hate feeling greedy." Or used. Or like he's using them.

[i_am_your_host]

He kisses him just below the ear and pulls back to look at him, holding his head in his hands. There is a lot that Jay hasn't told him about himself, but one can't be as sensitive as Jay is without getting hurt. He's a troubled soul, and one could say the same for the Emcee, except he prefers to think (or delude himself) that he's been able to use his own users and abusers in turn to rise above it all.

"You must never feel as if you are being greedy when you're with me, darling," he tells him earnestly, meeting his eyes in seriousness like an elder to a youth. "All right? I won't allow that. Even if you're thinking it, I won't allow it." A small, wry twist to his lips appears and disappears before he kisses the corner of Jay's mouth, almost a seal of trust and reassurance.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles warmly, trying to hide how touched he is by that. "With you, I'll always be greedy; greedy to hear you moan and see you flushed with pleasure. To drink my fill of your sighs."

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, well, when you put it that way...you can be as greedy as you like."

He grins wryly, and yes, he does have a certain fondness for him. Almost protective, wanting to give him safety that he might not be able to find anywhere else. That's how all his boys and girls found him.

[runningred]

The tough, muscular youth with the scars of a fighter and a too-oft broken heart. Emcee is sweet to care.

Jay sits up slowly, keeping Emcee close and balanced. He steals a slow, gentle kiss and smiles, pushing Emcee's hand back from his face. "Thank you."

As much as he doesn't want to leave this spot, it is getting chilly. "Shall we go in? My offer of a shower still stands."