upstairs - a fop and a slave boy

[i_am_your_host]

[Continued from here.]

This is not the kind of role play that the Master of Ceremonies ever envisioned himself participating in.

But thanks to the magic of Milliways, there's always a first time for everything.

There's also always a first time for this particular room, which assaults Emcee's senses once he opens the door and leads Jay inside, but he has to admit, it does go well with his current persona.

In fact, it's rather perfect.

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[i_am_your_host]

As Jay gets up and the skirts shift and waft around his legs, he does a bit of a double-take at the flash of gold.

Was that a...?

Why, yes. Yes, it is.

Delightful.

No wonder the poor boy was straining.

Jay can't see it but Emcee is smiling, his character broken for a second or two, as he stands behind him. It takes him a few moments to get back into it, as he runs his fingertips down Jay's back, following the strong curve of his spine.

He then draws the silk aside like a curtain to reveal that perfect ass.

And he grasps his hips, aligning himself. Teasing him.

"What do you say, my pet?"

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Jay moans, losing the tight hold of his abs for a moment, his chest brushes the satin quilt cover as those gloved fingers stroke him. "Please. Sir." He groans, his voice breaking a little.

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"Mmhmm..."

Holding his hips firmly, he pushes the tip of his cock into him with a breathy growl.

"What do you say now?"

[runningred]

Jay lets out a whimpering sigh, twitching roughly. He's now into the so hard it hurts stage. "Please! Fuck, please!"

[i_am_your_host]

And so he does, thrusting into him nearly to the root. Adjusting his grip and his stance, he thrusts again, exhaling a half-growl, half-moan.

The satin breeches and the embroidered edges of his coat rub against the bare skin of Jay's ass and thighs with every movement of his hips.

[runningred]

Just as the retraining rings of the cuffs and collar chime with every trust. Jay's hands ball in fists in an effort to keep them where they are. The way he's holding himself off the bed gives all power, all control to Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

It also shows off his beautiful back and shoulder muscles.

Emcee bites his lower lip with a groan as he increases the pace.

[runningred]

Jay moans with every thrust, sweat forming and beading in the hollows of his back and between his shoulders. The ring has him too tight to cum, as least until Emcee removes it so all he can do is hold on and right out the pleasure of being fucked senseless by Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

Faster and harder he thrusts (it's getting quite hot under all these clothes).

He bends down to lick off the sweat gathered between his shoulder blades.

And then he slides one hand down Jay's stomach and between his thighs. The satin is smooth, the rings on his fingers are cool. With nimble fingertips, he traces along the edge of the cock ring, at the same time stroking his swollen flesh.

Still thrusting.

[runningred]

Jay shakes, moaning wildly at the touch of Emcee's tongue.

And louder still when Emcee touches him. Fuck! Those gloves! It's enough to cause a new kink. He strains around the restraining band, the catch on the side small under Emcee's fingers.

[i_am_your_host]

He kisses the backs of Jay's shoulders, tense with exertion and salty with sweat. His breath is hot and heavy on his skin as he starts to peak. How could he not, with Jay straining and sweating like this, so gorgeously delicious and under his control.

He finds the catch. And he stills his fingers. A snarling smile curls his lips as he continues to pound into him.

Almost. Almost.

He bows his head over Jay's back, grunting and moaning, the fingers of his other hand digging into his hip.

Almost--

He releases the catch on the cock ring.

[runningred]

Jay's every breath is a moan or a curse. He almost doesn't notice where Emcee's fingers expect that the satin feels so damn good against his overheated skin.

Until the catch comes loose and there's nothing but the harsh, sudden high of unexpected release.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee throws his head back with an exultant cry.

"Ohh, yes!"

His hips are pressed flush against Jay as his release triggers his own, and he leans heavily on him as his legs shake.

[runningred]

Jay's shaking wildly now, clenching tight as it overwhelms him.

As he comes back to himself, he puts an arm out to support them both, panting hard. He reaches back to cup Emcee's waist, making sure he's okay, 'cause Jay's a mess.

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Panting and groaning, occasionally letting a breathless chuckle of delight slip by, he regains his balance, patting the back Jay's hand.

He waits a few moments as they both get their bearings back, before he slowly pulls out, as gently as he can.

"Oh, darling," he wheezes, almost breaking into a giggle, "are you all right?"

He flops down onto the edge of the ridiculous circular bed.

[runningred]

Jay crawls up next to him, falling face-first into the pile of pillows. He groans softly as he shakes off the cock-ring. He manages to open one eye long enough to grin at Emcee.

Words might take a bit to come back into use.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee laughs brightly, if a bit breathlessly, and he leans back against the pillows, the very picture of overindulgent decadence.

And then he starts to tug and pull at the lacy, ruffled cravat that's currently stifling him.

"Good god, you have to wonder how people in the 1700s had a quick fuck without getting overheated."

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and helps him out of his clothes. Or at least tries. It really is ridiculously hard to get out of. "Maybe they had their valet fuck someone for them." He manages to get Emcee's chest bare. He's still breathless, his hand shaking just a little.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, those rascally libertines," he chuckles.

The coat comes off and the cravat comes off but there are far too many buttons on the waistcoat and the shirt underneath has more lace and strings and whatnot but eventually it opens and goddamn if he's putting all of this back on again.

He catches Jay's trembling hand and presses it to his chest, his own hands still gloved. And he looks at him, searching his eyes.

"Darling, really, are you all right?"

[runningred]

Jay laughs softly and runs a gentle hand over Emcee's chest. "I'm fantastic, darling. The high just... hit me a bit hard. In the best way possible." He assures softly, still flopped out like a grounded fish.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee runs his hand up and down his arm to soothe him. And he leans in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, just as soothing.

"I didn't hurt you, did I? --I mean, it's only me we're talking about here, I can barely stand to hurt a fly."

[runningred]

Jay laughs and pulls Emcee close, kissing him properly. "Oh, darling no. You didn't hurt me. We both fuck around with Eric, we can both take far more than that." He smiles and kisses him again.

"The combination of kinked headspace and the cock-ring - you made me cum hard enough to ring my bell. Harder than I have in a while."

[i_am_your_host]

Jay does have a good point, and he smiles at the kisses.

"Oh. Well, huzzah," he chuckles. "I'm glad. I hope I didn't mess up your headspace too much, though. You should see me when I get paid to do this," he adds wryly.

[runningred]

"You messed with me in exactly the way I wanted." Jay purrs, resting a still slightly trembling hand on Emcee's hip. "And you were wonderfully dominate."

He smiles at the last comment. "I'd love to watch you work sometime."

[i_am_your_host]

He traces back and forth along his arm with his fingertips.

"Exactly the way you wanted?" he repeats, looking up at him with a small slant to his lips. "I know we take turns on who gets to be on top, but have you actually wanted me to dominate you like this before?

"And you mean you want to watch me force some rich, stuffed-shirt businessman twice my size into submission with leather straps and a riding crop? I can see the appeal in that." He smirks. "But I don't do it all that often, and things are a little different when money is involved."