[Clay can tell Allen's close, and god, he wants to see it happen so badly. All he needs is just a little push, and he knows it. His hand moves around his erection faster, pressing his fingers against the more sensitive places on it, he smears his other hand down Allen's torso, then around to his back to support him when the time comes. He moves away from Allen's neck, which probably has several hickeys now, and he leans up to let his lips brush against Allen's ear as he murmurs to him.]

You're so incredible, Allen... and you look so hot like this.

Someday, I'll use my mouth on you, and it's going to be so much better than my fingers. It'll be the best damn feeling you've ever felt.