[Fortunately for Clay, the kissing down his chest thoroughly distracts Allen from his venture of stripping him for now. He just tosses the jacket to the floor and moves his hands to grip the bed and lean back so Clay has more room, offering little moans along the way. And the thumb brushing against the nipple? Well gets it's own surprised little gasp]
Mm, yes.
[He's not even entirely sure what Clay's trying to get at, but it doesn't matter all that much to him right now he just wants it]
action;
Mm, yes.
[He's not even entirely sure what Clay's trying to get at, but it doesn't matter all that much to him right now he just wants it]
Please, Clay.