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]

"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.

[i_am_your_host]

"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."

[runningred]

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."

[i_am_your_host]

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.

[runningred]

"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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

[runningred]

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.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee steps out of the trousers, humming a little with a smile when he feels Jay's lips on his skin. And he lifts each foot so that he can pull the stockings off completely.

He's found the little hairpins holding the wig in place. Once he gets them out, he peels off the wig and shakes his hair free.

"Ahh, that's much better," he sighs, raking his fingers through his hair.

[runningred]

"You carry it off well but it doesn't suit you." Jay comments softly, still kissing Emcee's thighs. Something about the collar makes him enjoy being on his knees all the more.

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, yes, I might be able to wear almost anything, but I'd rather it suit my tastes," he agrees, running a hand through Jay's hair as he stands with a hip sassily jutted out.

[runningred]

"If you could have any outfit in the world?" Jay asks, playfully nuzzling that cocked hip.

[i_am_your_host]

He shrugs, chuckling a little at the tickle of Jay's hair on his skin.

"My own clothes that you've seen me in. Anything that can be easily removed. Or nothing at all, really."

Bending down, he kisses the top of his head and gives his collar a gentle tug.

"Come on, now. Let me see if I can get your belt off."

[runningred]

Jay rises with the tug, kissing Emcee's chest on the way up. "Most comfortable in your own skin. So very you." He smiles, presenting his body for Emcee's inspection.

The belt does have clip openings, as do the cuffs but the collar seems determined to stay.

[i_am_your_host]

"I am always very me," he purrs, giving the center of Jay's chest a kiss of its own.

He then peers closer at the collar, under Jay's chin and moving around to the back of his neck, running his fingertips along its edges to feel for any breaks or latches.

"I hate to say this, darling, but it looks as if the collar is here to stay for the duration of the holiday. The bands, however..."

Handling Jay's nicely muscled arms is such a task.

"Aha! I think I've found something."

The tiny latch is located at the very back of the arm where it would be hard for anyone but a partner to find. Emcee flicks it loose with a fingernail, and the band slips off. He does the same on the other arm, and then moves on to the wrist cuffs.

"It seems as if our costumes require teamwork in removing them."

[runningred]

"Clearly she wanted us to undress each other." Jay purrs. "I guess the collar will have to stay a few days. Maybe she's trying to tell me something there."

[i_am_your_host]

"Can't imagine what," he says, arching a smirking eyebrow at him, as it's now his turn to sink to his knees.

And he does so. Slowly. Running his hands down Jay's torso in the process. Without taking his eyes off his face.

[runningred]

Jay groans, unable to take his eyes off Emcee. As tender as he is, he twitches at the sight of Emcee on his knees.

[i_am_your_host]

"Now, then," he says, casual as you please, seemingly addressing the belt itself as he carefully skims his fingertips over its gold edges and at the same time touching Jay's skin, "how do I...get...you...off..."

[runningred]

Jay laughs breathlessly, cock twitching with interest despite everything. "Oh darling, you've always know the answer to that."

[i_am_your_host]

"Hmm?" he hums innocently, although he looks up at him with the most wicked look in his eyes. "Oh, yes, I see what you mean."

This silk is really quite tissue thin. Why hello there.

There's no conventional buckle, so there must be a hidden catch of some sort as well. Emcee feels around its underside, his fingertips brushing the spot just above Jay's cock.

click

And the belt loosens.

"And the peasants rejoiced."