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 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]