Playing dirty.

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Jay opens the door to the men's bathroom, scanning the stalls to see if they're alone.

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee slips in after him and leans back against the door while Jay checks the stalls.

"All clear?"

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Jay's answer is to wind his arm around Emcee's waist and pull him closer, kissing him soundly. "Into a stall." His voice is soft and growling with lust.

[i_am_your_host]

He submits to the kiss, before responding to his order with a little growl and a nip to his bottom lip. Dark eyes shining and lips twisted in a smirk begging to be kissed off his mouth, he pulls away and heads to a random stall, sauciness in his step.

He drapes his coat over the divider and shrugs off his suspenders.

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Jay follows him in, running his hands gratuitous over Emcee's ass. Firmly, his hands strong as he pushes Emcee's pants down. He growls softly, kissing the side of neck, pushing against him, all hard muscle and determination.

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He grunts breathlessly as Jay pushes against him, no match for his weight and strength, and he leans bodily against the door after slamming it shut. He tries to slip his shirt off but it just goes halfway down his arms, exposing only his shoulders and upper back, trapping his elbows in a rather thrilling way. Hands splayed and cheek pressed to the cool metal, he eyes Jay over his shoulder through a fringe of black hair. He arches against Jay's body, urging him to claim his winnings however he wants.

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Jay makes the most of the exposed shoulder, mauling him with sharp kisses as he pushes Emcee's pants down. Not all the way, just enough to get what he want, what he promised.

He reach around Emcee to slip the lock closed for dramatic effect before reaching to lower his own fly. He rubs himself against the warmth of Emcee's ass - the heat of his cock contrasting against the cold metal teeth of his fly. Teasing as he rests his hands over Emcee's holding him in place.

[i_am_your_host]

He inhales sharply at the succession of biting kisses on his shoulder, his eyelids fluttering and his teeth gritting. He utters another throatier grunt when he feels Jay's cock press against him, hot and solid. The teasing makes him shudder with arousal, driving breathless noises of impatient desire from his lips.

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"Needy, darling?" Jay purrs, letting go just long enough to make himself slick before gripping Emcee's hip.

He teases a little more, running the head of his cock against Emcee's hole before taking him hard and deep, in a single powerful thrust. "Mine." He growls warmly.

[i_am_your_host]

At the teasing question he eyes Jay narrowly over his shoulder, a wry, feline smirk twisting his lips as he pants heavily in anticipation, his breath fogging the polished metal door.

And then suddenly a raw shout is driven from his throat when Jay plunges into him. His hot, solid flesh fills him, and braces himself on the door as he bucks back against Jay's hips in reaction.

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Jay has no problem fucking Emcee hard and rough, pressing him against the door. He may be a sweet soul most of the time he's just as capable of playing rough. He braces one hand against the door, the other tight around Emcee's hip. He keeps kissing Emcee's neck, biting and licking and sucking.

[i_am_your_host]

For a while he just takes it, simply relishing just being fucked until it sends him into a daze. Jay's body is hard and strong, the force of his hips relentless, and he reaches back with one hand to grasp at his firm ass just to feel his muscles clench with each thrust.

Eventually he widens his stance, arching his back, shifting the angle slightly, and he cries out louder between moans.

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Jay makes the most in the change in position, fucking Emcee hard and deep. He reaches around to take Emcee in hand; not stroking, just holding the base of his cock firmly.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps sharply when Jay takes hold of his cock; he's thoroughly hard, and somehow Jay simply possessing it is a bigger turn-on than if he'd started stroking him.

Shaking with the surge of adrenaline, he braces himself with both hands against the door, his forehead pressed to it, moaning raspily in German.

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Jay's answering groans are harsh and guttural, deeply animalism as he pounds Emcee hard.

He runs his other hand up the back of Emcee's neck, the base of his skull and into his hair, holding him against the door as he pushes to make Emcee fall apart. He breaks his rhythm, thrusting short and sharp and sporadically to keep Emcee off balance.

[i_am_your_host]

His knees start to buckle. What keeps him from sliding to the floor is practically the force of Jay's thrusts, the weight of his body pressing him against the door.

He utters gasping grunts, some in surprise, at the uneven rhythm of Jay's hips. It unravels him, and with his strong hands in his hair and around his cock, just holding him in place, his reserve begins to crumble. The ecstasy building in the pit of his stomach is too great to hold back, and his cries are keening and desperate as he holds on for more.

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Jay has him, holding him firmly and keeping him in place. Each thrust comes with a growl, a goad, pushing Emcee harder and higher just to see him fall apart. He doubts he can hold out much longer himself but he won't come before he forces it out of Emcee.

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The door rattles loudly on its hinges with every thrust as Emcee's throaty cries echo throughout the vast and empty tiled room. At any moment, someone could come in. It's that thrill of getting caught that adds to the fiery intensity, something quick and hard and rough enough to satisfy the both of them right now.

His eyes are shut tight, he gasps and grits his teeth. His sweat-damp temple is pressed to the door, his hair sticking to his brow. He trembles, shudders hard, every nerve ending raw, every muscle giving out. He can't hold on anymore, he can't, he can't--

Throwing his head back, he lets out a primal cry of pain and ecstasy, squeezing hard around Jay's cock thrust so deep inside him that one can't tell where one man ends and the other begins.

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The sound of Emcee's release alone is enough to drive Jay over the edge but the clench drags it out of him harder, feeling Emcee pulse in his hand. He groans harshly into Emcee's shoulder, shuddering harshly as he feels them both loss control.

It takes what seems like a long time for the white-out pleasure to pass and he has to focus to release his grip on Emcee's cock. He moves his arm up, wrapping around Emcee's waist to support them both against the door, gasping. He nuzzles the back of Emcee's neck, kissing behind his ear softly.

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His eyes are shut so tight he's seeing stars, and every gasping breath he takes rips at his throat. His legs have turned to jelly and he's going to have to rely on Jay to keep him from slumping to the floor. It will still take a while to come down, even as Jay lets his cock go (he isn't sure if he wants him to), even when his harsh panting turn into breathless sighs.

The door is damp with his perspiration, so he shifts his head to a cool, dry spot, still bodily leaning against it, eyes still closed. He feels Jay's lips on his skin, and he sighs deeply.

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Jay wraps an arm tight around Emcee's waist, managing to take his weight to guide them back to sit on the toilet. Still inside Emcee, he holds him close, panting into his shoulder and giving them both time to come down."

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He moves with Jay when he does, shuffling back a step or two before sitting down on his lap. He grunts and winces a little, but he covers Jay's arm around him with his own and leans back against him, silent, catching his breath.

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Jay runs a soothing hand over Emcee's thigh, kissing the back of his neck and shoulder. He doesn't speak just yet, giving them both time to come back to themselves.

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Reaching back, he runs his fingers through Jay's hair. He turns his head to face him, their cheeks brushing against one another. Lips parted, he seeks out Jay's mouth to kiss him.

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Jay sighs into the kiss sweetly as he holds Emcee close. He takes his time with it, pouring his affection into the kiss and rubs a hand over Emcee's thigh, massaging the trembling muscles there.

[i_am_your_host]

The kiss is unhurried, even a little tender. Simply focusing on the softness of Jay's lips, the slick warmth of his tongue. The contrast between now and just a couple of minutes ago isn't lost on him. And it's just one of those things about them, when they get together, that he enjoys.

He gently breaks the kiss with a heavy sigh. One hand still in Jay's hair, his other slides over the hand on his thigh.

For a moment it seems as if he wants to say something, but he hasn't quite found his voice yet. Instead he just nuzzles his jaw with a warm, breathy chuckle.