[What happens now? Clay ends up having to stop working at his nipple for a moment to press his forehead against Allen's chest and let out a muffled moan of pleasure, having bit his lip to try keeping it down. He kind of feels like just falling back and letting Allen have his way with him, but no. He's got some things to get done here.
With one more lick to the nipple, Clay surges upward to kiss his boyfriend passionately again, his hand rubbing against his groin and - yeah, yeah, he's getting the feeling that those pants are absurdly uncomfortable on Allen right now. Hell, his own are looser, and they're pretty uncomfortable too. When he breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead to Allen's, just to give him enough clarity to actually get some words out.]
Could you... ah, Could you hold yourself up? I'm going to take these off. Okay?
[To let him know just what he's talking about, he pulls his arm back, no longer supporting Allen's waist, to start pulling at the button of Allen's pants. Kind of hard to undo a button with one hand, so he's going to need both here...]
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With one more lick to the nipple, Clay surges upward to kiss his boyfriend passionately again, his hand rubbing against his groin and - yeah, yeah, he's getting the feeling that those pants are absurdly uncomfortable on Allen right now. Hell, his own are looser, and they're pretty uncomfortable too. When he breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead to Allen's, just to give him enough clarity to actually get some words out.]
Could you... ah, Could you hold yourself up? I'm going to take these off. Okay?
[To let him know just what he's talking about, he pulls his arm back, no longer supporting Allen's waist, to start pulling at the button of Allen's pants. Kind of hard to undo a button with one hand, so he's going to need both here...]