[There's not much hesitation on Clay's end either; in fact, with Allen stroking his back like that, skin against skin, he arches and slides his own hands under Allen's shirt to smear them up his boyfriend's sides, finding it much easier to do now that he's got a tanktop on. They're in Allen's room with nothing but the tunes of Queen to accompany them, they're boyfriends, Clay wants him just as much, and he just. He loves this, loves the shared intimacy, loves how good it feels, loves that he can make Allen feel good - So really, what was there to hesitate about?]
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