[Clay shuts his eyes, reveling in the subtle little shiver that the touch to his neck gave him, then opens them again as he runs his hands up Allen's sides before bringing them down to his hips again, his expression turning a bit more coy now.]
Well... what's one fantasy of yours?
[He leans in to press a kiss first to the center of Allen's collarbones, even though they're probably covered, then up towards the side of his neck, taking his sweet time to let Allen think about the question.]
action;
Well... what's one fantasy of yours?
[He leans in to press a kiss first to the center of Allen's collarbones, even though they're probably covered, then up towards the side of his neck, taking his sweet time to let Allen think about the question.]