[It takes effort not to thrust his hips up when Allen starts to suck; it takes Clay pressing his hand down on his forehead, curling his toes in the sheets and letting out another moan, barely even thinking about needing to muffle the sound.
And - Then Allen lifts his head and stops, and what the hell why did he stop what - ]
Yes. [He sounds breathless, his hand sliding up to grip at his own hair.] Yes, more -
action;
And - Then Allen lifts his head and stops, and what the hell why did he stop what - ]
Yes. [He sounds breathless, his hand sliding up to grip at his own hair.] Yes, more -