action;

[Clay bites his lip as a way to keep the noises down, then slides his hand up into his own hair, gripping hard at the strands as he feels the pleasant sparks lose some of their intensity. Not that Allen's doing anything wrong, but the shock of it is wearing off, giving way to something more pleasant than surprising. Still, he breathes harder, and he starts attempting to pull his shoes off with the bed alone, knowing it'll probably have to be done sooner than later.]

Ha... ha, um... [He smiles, first while still biting his lip, then after he's relaxed the motion a bit.] Kiss me, Dread Pirate?

[His tone is breathy as he says it - while he'd love for Allen to keep doing what he's doing and even more... This is a two-way thing here. He doesn't want Allen to just give and give, no matter how enjoyable it is on both sides. Time to return the favor a bit.]