action;

[Allen moving lower in the first place gets more of a reaction out of Clay, his back arching while his hand grips his own hair, biting his lower lip to try stifling the moan that escapes. But when he starts to press his tongue to certain places, especially the spot right below the head?]

Ah!

[Yeah, he can't hold back that sound. He pushes his hips up, trying to get more of that feeling before he makes himself settle down, not wanting to startle Allen or make this bad or anything. Instead, he pulls his hand away from his hair to grip into Allen's instead, encouraging him to continue, if the way he babbles a bit doesn't do so for him.]

Ha, yes, just like that, ah...