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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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[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."

[i_am_your_host]

As superficial as the Emcee claims to be, outward appearances count for nothing in the end. He still manages to see the beauty in everyone.

With a low, petulant groan, he reluctantly eases himself off Jay's lap, breaking contact.

"I suppose we ought to. Just...in a minute or two? I feel the need to...bask, or something." He chuckles breathily.

He then turns and stretches out on his back, the grass and earth on his bare skin. And he exhales a deep sigh, stretching his arms up over his head, staring at the sky framed with a fringe of treetops. How he came to be here, he'll never understand, but he won't leave here the same as when he arrived.

[runningred]

Jay takes a moment to pull their clothing closer before crouching down beside Emcee's leg, careful not to block his view. He picks up a long thread of grass, drawing patterns over the skin of Emcee's calf with it.

[i_am_your_host]

He nudges him with his foot, chuckling at the ticklishness of the grass on his skin. But he doesn't protest it, and only falls quiet again.

After a moment he murmurs, his tone flat and droll, "There are few things that I dislike more than moving from a comfortable position. One of them would be putting clothes on."

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and leans in to press a kiss to the patch of skin he was playing with. "We could sleep out here, watch the dawn come. Or I could carry you naked through the bar." There's a teasing challenge in that. He would too.

[i_am_your_host]

He tucks an arm behind his head and looks at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Only if you are naked as well. And if you can outrun Security."

[runningred]

Jay laughs and shakes his head. "Shoes at least or I'd never be able to outrun them."

[i_am_your_host]

He rolls his eyes with a chuckle, also shaking his head in turn.

"I'm not in the mood to risk it. I couldn't bear spending a night in solitary confinement after this."

Sitting up, he sighs and idly passes his fingers through Jay's hair, before reaching for his clothes and pulling on his shirt.

[runningred]

"Good point. Lets not." Jay pulls a face at that thought and starts getting his own clothes on, trading kisses and gentle touches with Emcee as they dress.

But he tenses up all of a sudden and drops to one knee, pulling a knife from his boot. There's a demon rabbit at the edge of the clearing, it's red eyes burning in the dark. It's has one of Emcee's shoes.

[i_am_your_host]

He's buttoning up his fly when Jay suddenly drops to the ground.

All instincts tell him to stay still but he turns around, squinting toward the dark edges of the clearing, bewildered as to what Jay could possibly see out there. And it's then that he notices the red glowing dots in shadows.

"What the fuck is that?"

[runningred]

"Demon rabbit." Jay growls, eyes never leaving the bunny. "But I thought the little fuckers had learned to stay away from this spot."

He holds the knife between two fingers, ready to throw. "Drop it or I'll skin you for a hat." He growls.

The demon rabbit drops the shoe but charges at Jay. Or starts to. Jay throws neatly and pins it to the tree by one ear. He grabs it by the scruff of the neck and pulls the knife out. He picks the rabbit up and holds it at eye level as it nashs teeth at him. "Last warning." And then drops it. It looks like it's considering attacking Jay's boot but thinks better of it and runs.

Jay comes back, cleaning his knife on his jeans.

[i_am_your_host]

"Demon rabbit...?"

Before he can even comprehend it, the red eyes dart forward through the darkness, and he takes a few quick steps backwards behind Jay. He can barely see anything but the flash of moonlight on a blade, and then hears a vicious squeal.

"Scheiße."

When Jay returns, the Emcee is holding his one boot.

"I wouldn't have thought such a creature would have a habit of stealing footwear," he remarks wryly.