[He could pick up on that little bit of hesitation, that nervous tic he has when he rubs his nose. When you're with a guy so much...you start to pick up on these things. Huh. So was that why Clay hadn't taken off his shirt yet? Was he actually more shy about that stuff?]

[But at least he agreed in the end. It makes Allen smile as he moves forward, spreading out Clay's legs so he could fit between them as he sat on his knees, leaning over to give an affectionate kiss on his lips before pulling back and putting on that fake pirate accent.]

Aye, careful what you wish for. A pirate's worst would be cutting you straight outta your bodice, Cowboy.

[But he'll show mercy today! His hands trail down Clay's chest, his nails feeling his torso all the way down. When he reached the hem, he slowly starts to pull it up as Clay had done to him, eyeing the skin underneath. As expected, most of it was perfect: smooth skin, chiseled muscles from all his training. It's only when he reaches the part near the heart does he notice a scar-]

[ - Ah. So that's why Clay was nervous.]

[He can't help it. His eyes linger on it for a moment. It wasn't a huge scar, honestly it was tiny compared to many of Allen's. It also seemed to be healing well too, from the looks of it. His medical training told him that as long as it was treated properly, it'd be little more than a white line by next year. The way that this scar made Clay so nervous and the location made his stomach twist a little, but...it could have been caused by any number of things. There was no reason to fret when Clay was right there in front of him now, alive and well.]

[And so finally, he pulls his eyes away from it, and finishes pulling that shirt off of Clay- tossing it aside like the rest of the clothing. Then, he'll take a moment before he does anything else and wrap his arms around Clay's neck, giving him a loving and comforting hug as he presses his body against his.]

Ah...from your nerves, I was getting worried you had a drunken tattoo on your chest.