i_am_your_host | upstairs - a fop and a slave boy

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."

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.

"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."

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."

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."

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.

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."

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."

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?"

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?"

"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."

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."

"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.

"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."

"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."

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."

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

"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."

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.

"Oh, I am, too," he agrees, stepping closer to stand between Jay's knees. "I just hope I don't have to take a welding torch or somesuch to your collar."

Jay runs his hands over Emcee's hips, pushing the shirt back as it finally comes free. "I suspect the silk will come off but I may have to wait a couple of days to take off the rest. I can live with that, if I wear a high enough collar."

He makes a soft purring sound as he kisses Emcee's stomach. "Besides, it's kinda a turn on, walking round in a collar knowing only my closest friends and lovers know it."

He grins down at him, stroking the back of his head.

"You can borrow my lacy cravat, but I rather think that would be at odds with the rest of your wardrobe," he chuckles.

"Just a little." He starts on the trousers, trying to work out the best way to get them all the way off Emcee, kissing exposed flesh as he frees it.

Emcee slips off the billowy linen shirt and pushes the satin trousers down over his hips.

He's sure Jay can handle that, as he leans in against his kisses.

Meanwhile he reaches up to feel for the seams of the pompadoured wig that has bound itself to his head.

Jay moves Emcee a step back and slips off the bed, into his knees to help Emcee out of the satin trousers, peeling down the silk stockings one by one and kissing the inside of Emcee's knee.

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