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[Clay can't help shifting closer during the kiss, pressing himself up against Allen as much as he can in their current position. He moves his legs to get them both up on the bed, hoping to make his next action easier; one hand slides up his torso, feeling along the muscles that he can feel from above the shirt with appreciation. Once it reaches Allen's shoulder, he holds on to it, the other hand moving to the back of his head to attempt to keep contact between their mouths as he starts to lean backward, pulling his boyfriend with him, until his back is against the bed.

Okay. Now that he's like this? It's way easier to throw that shyness of his aside. His desire is far outweighing the bashfulness, and once the kiss breaks, he curls his fingers to grip Allen's hair as he whispers near his ear:]

I want you to screw me senseless.