[Clay pushes himself up slightly, balancing his weight with his arm as he watches Allen, eyes full of admiration, love and want. He always found Allen's hair beautiful, even before they got close like this. White like the stars in the sky, like the moon at night. Seeing it tumble out of the ponytail like that, Allen eyes on him to make his full intent known - it makes Clay bite his lower lip lightly around a smile. He wants nothing more than to run his fingers through his hair, to kiss him, to love him, to -
He sits up to do just that, hands lifting to slides his fingers into his hair while he leans in to press his forehead to Allen's for a moment.]
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He sits up to do just that, hands lifting to slides his fingers into his hair while he leans in to press his forehead to Allen's for a moment.]
Ha... my Starlight.