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]

He breathes out a humming chuckle and lingers in Jay's arms for a few moments more, just savoring the warmth of the water, the steam, his body.

"Do you want to spend the night here in this ridiculous room?" he suggests, amused. Because they're going to sleep on a round bed under a chandelier.

[runningred]

"Why not." Jay chuckles before setting back to rinse them both off. "I want to see if the sheets are as plush as the covers."

[i_am_your_host]

"The carpet felt as plush as the covers," he remarks with a snicker. "I think it's fair to assume the sheets are on par with the levels of fanciness hitherto displayed."

After running his fingers through his hair, and sweeping his hands over Jay's chest and shoulders to ensure that he is squeaky clean, he turns off the water.

[runningred]

The towels are certainly fluffy and ridiculous. And big enough to be used as blankets in their own right.

Jay laughing wraps one about himself and over his shoulder. "Friends, Romans, countrymen."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee laughs as he dries off, nearly swimming in such an enormous towel. He then wraps it around his shoulders like a cape, flapping it outward once before holding it halfway over his face like a bat wing. Affecting a Transylvanian accent via Hollywood, he announces dramatically,

"Welcome! I am Dracula!"

[runningred]

Jay laughs warmly and pretends to cower. "Don't bite me! Unless you mean it."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee stalks right up to him and stands on tiptoe to hiss near his ear, "I always mean it."

And with a hungry noise, he gives a certain spot on the side of his neck the kind of kiss that would leave a hickey.

[runningred]

Jay laughs and groans at the same time, picking Emcee up and carrying him to the bed, even as Emcee marks him. Which he is very much in favour of.

[i_am_your_host]

Funny how that spot conveniently exists in the space left just above the collar and just below Jay's ear.

Emcee lets the towel drop and slides his arms around Jay's neck as he's picked up, chuckling warmly against his skin, working at it with his lips and teeth.

[runningred]

Jay growls warmly, carrying Emcee to the silly round bed, flopping happily back and carrying Emcee with him. You can just tell he loves that he'll still be wearing that mark for days.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee flops on top of him with a laugh. Raising himself up onto his hands on either side of Jay's shoulders, he hovers over him for a moment, beaming, before leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips.

[runningred]

Jay kisses him back; passionate, warm and playful. He rubs his nose against Emcee's. "Beautiful man."

[i_am_your_host]

He snickers and giggles (sniggles?) and pulls his head back, wrinkling his nose. But he sweeps a fingertip down the bridge of Jay's nose and grins.

"Hot boy," he coos, before crawling off of him and tugging the sheets back.

[runningred]

Jay nips playfully at Emcee's fingers and rolls with him, tucking back the covers. "Yep, silk satin. If we make out on these, one or both of us will end up with a concussion."

[i_am_your_host]

"I think that any undue movement will cause the chandelier to rattle," he chuckles, sliding in (almost quite literally) under the sheets.

"But it does feel nice."

[runningred]

Jay laughs and slides in with him, trying to keep the pillows from skating away. "We might have to cling to each other for support so we don't slide away."

[i_am_your_host]

Silly, slippery gold pillows.

"That is not a bad idea," Emcee murmurs with a grin as he reaches for him under the covers.

[runningred]

Jay's more than happy to offer himself up as man shaped pillow, pulling Emcee close.

[i_am_your_host]

He wraps an arm and a leg around him and rests his head on his chest, his cheek pressed to his heart.

"Will you be all right sleeping with the collar on?" he asks, his lips brushing against Jay's skin as he speaks.

[runningred]

Jay wraps a warm arm around him. "It doesn't seem to be coming off so I guess I'll have to be." He shrugs, maybe in the morning it might have vanished."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee picks his head up just long enough to peck him on the chin.

"I'll try to keep you comfortable," he murmurs, his eyes closed, the fingers of one hand stroking his shoulder.

Jay does indeed make a wonderful man-shaped pillow.

[runningred]

"You always do." Jay purrs, hands moving softly over Emcee's back. It isn't long before he's breathing grows deep and even, his hand stilling on Emcee's shoulder.

{ooc: thank you, lovely. These two are adorable.}

[i_am_your_host]

[ooc: Perfect <3]