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[The kiss has him reeling, and he curls his fingers into Allen's shirt as he returns it just as roughly, just as passionately. The feeling of being pinned down like this by so much strong than him and knowing he has nothing to worry about - god, it's an amazing feeling.

And when Allen pulls back and whispers that into his ear... Clay visibly shudders, biting lightly at his lower lip as he smiles around it. He shuts his eyes and shifts his legs a bit, squirming in delight from the feelings just that alone gave him.]

Mmm, yes. [He moves one hand to grip Allen's ponytail, the action a bit rougher than the way he'd usually do so, and pulls his head back to look up at him again.] Please, Allen.