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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[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."

[runningred]

Jay smiles at him, eyes heavy and lazy at the stroking. "In this moment, in these outfits, it's what I wanted." He shrugs softly. "It's not a serious kink with me but I felt inspired and you seemed happy to play along. Hope you enjoyed it too?"

Jay smirks and manages to roll over a little. "I could see how that would be worth your time, for the money. And I can imagine falling into character is easy enough when there's enough incentive."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee snorts a chuckle. "Darling, you are a big, strapping young man, of course I enjoyed pushing you around." And he pecks him on the lips.

"It's like an acting job. There are props and lines and cues, and the clients want me to do this and that and the other thing, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. And they can be very specific, and if you're going to be slapping someone's ass with a belt, there has to be specifics. I mean, you know, don't you? It's why I didn't actually tie your wrists, or pull on your collar while I was fucking you. Because one, you didn't tell me to; two, you didn't pay me to; and three, I like you too much."

And he grins and pecks him on the lips again.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles at the little kisses and rubs Emcee's back lightly. "And you know you can push me around any time you want to. I'm easy."

Jay listens quietly, nodding softly. "Yeah, I remember what it was like, when I was working. I had a couple of regular johns who knew exactly what they wanted, who they wanted me to be when I was with them. But if you want to, you could have done any of those things with me."

He holds Emcee's eyes. "I don't have a lot of limits, not with you. I trust you. If there's ever anything you want to play with yourself, I'm always around."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee listens, and he's silent for a while. But then he cups Jay's cheek and kisses him, lingering a little longer this time, and when he pulls back he smiles warmly at him.

"I know." To all of it. "I trust you, too."

Another kiss.

"And to be honest with you, darling, even though I know it turns you on, I would rather make you shout with joy than pain."

[runningred]

Jay nods and returns the slow, deeper kiss. "Thank you, darling. That means a lot to me." He gives Emcee a slow, warm hug. "How are you feeling?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee returns the embrace and drops a kiss on his cheek before settling back on the pillows.

"Aside from wanting to get out of this costume? Quite all right." He smirks and pats Jay's semi-bare hip. "How's your cock?"

[runningred]

"Sensitive as hell." Jay laughs softly, reaching down to touch himself. Even the brush of his fingers is enough to make him jerk. "Oh fuck! Yeah, little sensitive."

[i_am_your_host]

He bites his lip and winces.

"Oh, dear. Well, we can lounge about in this ridiculous room for a while until you've recovered enough so I can release you back into the wild again."

[runningred]

"We could find out what the bathroom is like?" Jay offers softly, pulling on the armbands and trying to work out how to get them off.

[i_am_your_host]

"All right," he says, sitting up on the edge of the bed and figuring out how to button his breeches back up. "Unfortunately if these costumes won't come off, we won't be able to take advantage of a fancy shower or bathtub."

[runningred]

"You help me, I'll help you." He stands up to help Emcee out of the jacket which comes off okay. "Well, that's a good start."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee starts pulling off his rings, large ones on each finger.

"Talk about excessive," he snickers as they pile up near the large hat on the table. The come the fine satin gloves.

"I might keep these, though."

[runningred]

"Please do." Jay purrs, helping him with the waistcoat. "Those things do strange things to my head."

[i_am_your_host]

"Hmm, do they, now?" he purrs back with a sly grin, flicking the gloves at Jay's bare chest. "I'll remember that."

There's a ruffled white shirt under the waistcoat that needs unbuttoning, and he sets to it while kicking off those high-heeled shoes.

"I believe the goal at this point is to be at least as naked as you."

[runningred]

Jay growls softly at the flick and sits on the edge of the bed, pulling Emcee closer to unbutton that rather too elaborate shirt. "Personal I'm all for completely naked.