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]

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."

[runningred]

Jay gasps shamelessly, "I don't know about peasants but I'm rejoicing."

Without the silk it's even more obvious how tender Jay is, and how interested.

[i_am_your_host]

"So am I, darling," Emcee purrs, staring straight at his cock.

He tilts his head, noting the imprints still left from the ring.

"Should I kiss it and make it better?"

[runningred]

"There's a very good chance my knees will go if you do but don't let that stop you."

[i_am_your_host]

He looks up at him and strokes his thighs.

"Why don't you sit down, darling, and I'll see what I can do."

[runningred]

Jay doesn't sit down so much as flop. "Oh darling!"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shuffles on his knees closer to the bed and positions himself between Jay's spread thighs.

It seems as though all Emcee has to do is just look at his cock, and it twitches. Such an eager thing.

"I'll be gentle."

And he leans forward, tongue extended, to lick the indentation left by the cock ring.

[runningred]

Jay groans deeply and rests his hand on the top of Emcee's head, carding his hair gently. He's hyper sensitive right now but he trusts Emcee. Utterly.

[i_am_your_host]

It doesn't seem to be hurting him, so Emcee continues, licking as much of the tender areas as he can see. And then he very softly blows cool air over the damp skin.

[runningred]

Jay moans. Or is that a mew? Either way, it's a very happy noise. He lets himself fall back to the bed, resting on his elbows. "Oh fuck, Emcee!"

[i_am_your_host]

Happy noises are good! Emcee likes happy noises.

Emcee repeats his ministrations, more licking, more blowing cool air. It's certainly a more intimate way of reducing soreness than by putting an ice pack on it or running it under a cold tap.

Eventually the licks turn into kisses, lightly at first to see how Jay responds.