geonomy: (☆ on we march)
clay тerran | ѕpace nerd ([personal profile] geonomy) wrote in [personal profile] save_the_souls 2015-10-25 05:59 am (UTC)

action;

Your words, not mine.

[He arches his shoulders back as the jacket is pushed off, and - thank god, it was getting really hot in here with that jacket on. As for his shirt... he's unsure about that, as taking it off and seeing the scar he has on his chest on his own makes him uncomfortable enough, and the though of someone else seeing it makes him uneasy. It should be fine, though... right?

Rather than think too hard about it, once the jacket's off, Clay leans in to start pressing kisses down Allen's torso, first on his collarbones, then further down, and soon he's forced to move his hips back to move down further; he's flexible, but not impossibly so.]


Mm, how do you feel about... [He moves his hand up to brush his thumb against one of Allen's nipples, just to make sure he's okay with whatever Clay does rather than do something he doesn't want.]

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