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]

"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.

[runningred]

Jay growls and glowers. But it's hard to look convincingly threatening semi-hard and wearing nothing but a gold collar.

[i_am_your_host]

"Ooh," he purrs, slowing his hands and leaning in close to him, looking up at him as he blinks droplets of water off his eyelashes, and licking them off his pouting lips.

"What are you going to do, darling? Are you going to stop me?"

His hands slip lower and lower.

[runningred]

Jay gives him another soft growl and pushing him firmly (but carefully) against the wall of the shower. He might not be able to stop Emcee but maybe he can distract Emcee from the idea.

"This." He drops to his knees and takes Emcee to the root without the slightest hesitation.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps loudly and with surprise, grasping Jay's shoulders to keep his knees from buckling.

Distraction accomplished!


[ooc: and first opportunity to use this new icon, yay]

[runningred]

Jay's strong hands wraps around Emcee's hips, keeping him upright as he deep throats Emcee's without mercy or hesitation.

{ooc: pretty!}

[i_am_your_host]

With gasping moans he leans back against the cool tiled wall, the steamy water beating down on his chest and on Jay's back. He curls his fingers in Jay's hair, tugging with every dizzying rush of pleasure.

[runningred]

Jay moves a hand down to fiddle with the collar, twisting the loop to the back. He takes one of Emcee's hands and guides it to the collar, letting him know it's okay to pull and guide.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee looks down when Jay takes his hand, moving it to the back of his neck. There, his fingertips brush over the smooth gold, and warm skin.

And then his other hand sweeps trough his hair and caresses his cheek. Such a sweet boy.

He hooks a finger through the loop to pull his head back, slowly at first, to see how he responds.

[runningred]

Jay gives something that could be a growl, could be a purr, and either way sends vibrations up and down Emcee's shaft. He looks up at Emcee with hot eyes that glitter with desire.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee exhales a grunt through gritted teeth that tapers off into moan.

The look Jay gives him just helps to make him completely hard, and he meets his eyes, just as lustful. With one hand on the back of his neck, and the other cradling his face, he pushes his head toward his crotch. Watching his own cock disappear into his mouth.

[runningred]

Jay opens his throat and lets Emcee take and take, curling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks.

He looks up at Emcee, eyes hot and hazy.

[i_am_your_host]

Sometimes Emcee pulls on the collar. Sometimes he pulls his hair. Sometimes he holds his head still while he moves his hips.

When Emcee's head isn't thrown back against the wall, he often meets Jay's burning eyes. And as his tongue curls around his flesh, he exhales curses that echo off the wet tiles.

"Oh, darling, you are fucking beautiful," he growls.