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]

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.

[runningred]

Lots of happy noises. Jay drops his head back, hair brushing the covers as Emcee soothes and teases him. The kiss makes him purr, turning his foot to rub it against Emcee's thigh.

[i_am_your_host]

He hums and smiles against Jay's flesh and continues to kiss him, occasionally glancing up to admire his reclining form.

Emcee then caresses his balls with his lips and tongue, as a firmer touch might be too much. And he's still gentle as he travels back up his shaft, with licks and wet kisses.

When he reaches the tip, he wets his lips thoroughly, before pursing them around it and slowly swallowing him halfway.

[runningred]

Every sensation is heightened and Jay moans. Not a bad moan but definitely a tender one. He is utterly at Emcee's mercy and loving it. His hands twitch against his chest, teasing his nipples. "Oh fuck, darling! Yes."

[i_am_your_host]

Another swallow, and he takes him in almost to the root. And then, he slowly lifts his head, dragging his firmly flattened tongue against the underside of Jay's shaft until he slips free from his mouth.

"Do you feel all right, darling?" Emcee murmurs, knowing the answer but just wanting to hear it.

[runningred]

"Darling, if you use teeth, you'll have me screaming in a bad way but what you're doing now is just gorgeous." He sits up a bit the strokes Emcee's cheek. "I'm not 100% convinced I could cum again just yet but don't let that stop you if you've enjoying yourself."

[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles softly, his breath warm on Jay's slick shaft.

"You know I like the way you feel in my mouth. But you don't have to cum. I just wanted to help take the edge off before we do anything else."

Running his hands up Jay's thighs, he then asks, "Perhaps you'd like to continue this in the shower?"

[runningred]

Jay smiles and reaches down to brush his thumb over Emcee's lips. "Let's move into the shower. So I can touch more of you."

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles languidly, chasing after his thumb with his lips.

"Marvelous idea, darling."

Bracing himself on Jay's knees, he rises to his feet and pads over to the bathroom. He switches the light on, and...

Emcee blinks.

"Hm. Très...jaune."

The walls are very yellow indeed.

[runningred]

Jay pads after him, quietly adjusting himself as he walks. He laughs as the follows Emcee into the room. "Yeah, that's um... bright!"

[i_am_your_host]

"And this mirror," he says, peering at his pale reflection surrounded by an ornate gold frame and illuminated spheres, "is the fanciest, most over-the-top thing I have ever seen, but I suppose it's in keeping with the theme. And I rather want one for my room."

He inspects the shower stall. "Oh, this is nice."

Turning on the water, he holds his hand out under the spray as it warms up.

[runningred]

"I imagine one of those dressing room mirrors with lights around the edge and a photo of Judy Garland or Greta Garbo tucked into the edge." Jay smiles, following Emcee into the shower, kissing his shoulder.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, yes, I have one like that in my own dressing room," he says, running a hand through Jay's hair as it gets soaked through. "And yes, I do tape pictures of film stars to it. I don't know who Judy Garland is-- yet, I suppose. But Greta Garbo is absolutely gorgeous. I know she's Swedish, but she's made some German films in the past, so she is truly an international star. And then of course, there is the goddess that is Marlene Dietrich--"

He stops short and huffs a sigh and a chuckle, planting a kiss on Jay's shoulder.

"Listen to me rambling about my favorite actors like a giddy schoolgirl."

[runningred]

"You clearly have no idea how adorable you are when you're fangirling." Jay laughs, reaching for the soap and smoothing it over Emcee's back.

[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles brightly. "What? Fangirling? Is that a real word?"

He turns around so that Jay can wash his back, and he tips his head forward a little, leaning into his touch.

[runningred]

"Oh yeah. Definitely a real word." He kisses the side of Emcee's neck, big hand massaging as much as washing.

"I use to have people fangirl at me, in a previous life."

[i_am_your_host]

He closes his eyes as he rubs at his face to wash away the makeup, enjoying the feel of Jay's lips and strong hands.

"Really. And how did you deal with that particular aspect of your-- career? Did you pose for pictures and sign autographs?"

[runningred]

"Once or twice. Mostly just to piss my mentor off. He had hardcore attitude towards secrecy."

[i_am_your_host]

"Such a rebel, you are," he murmurs.

He turns around, face scrubbed clean of makeup. And he takes the soap, lathering it up in his hands before sweeping them over Jay's chest.

[runningred]

"Should have seen the way he it the roof when a reporter caught me smoking in a back alley." Jay grins, "In costume."

[i_am_your_host]

"So you are a naughty boy," he coos with a smirk, flicking a finger at his collar.

"What sort of costume did you used to wear?"

[runningred]

"A ridiculous one." Jay laughs, arching his back to let Emcee wash him. "Which I hope you'll never see."

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, no," he gasps, a silly grin spreading across his face. "Now I have to see! I am going to ask Miss Bar to dig something up on you," he says, vigorously rubbing his soapy belly.