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[And Allen is-]

Nope. That's what I always wanted to be, so that's what I was every year.

[-right on the money.]

A lot of people didn't think I'd make it, so it was kind of my way of sticking it to them, too. [And, you know, actually becoming one. Now that they're both sitting, Clay wraps an arm around Allen's waist, leaning slightly against his side.] But I'd always have a great time.

[He gives a small amused sound as he leans back against Clay, resting his head back against his shoulder as he looks up at him.]

I knew it. I bet you looked really cute. And you showed them in the end too!

[What you now being in space and all; he grins a little]

Too bad there probably won't be anything for Halloween out here. I'd like to see what costume you'd pick now that you are an astronaut.

[Clay can feel his cheeks heat up at that, pleased and a bit humbled by all of that. Yes, heh, he definitely showed them. All those people who thought he couldn't do it, whether because of his race or - whatever. And he was totally cute, too. But oh - ]

You know? You make a good point. [He looks up in thought] I've been going as an astronaut all this time that I don't know what else I'd go as. [THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO THINK ABOUT] Hmm, maybe... some kind of bird? Or - I don't know, a star? Maybe I could just wear the cowboy hat...

[Yeah....okay..."bird" or "star" was not exactly what he was imagining in his head there- but that's okay!! There's more to Halloween than mental fantasies, he supposes. He gives a little chuckle as he lifts his hand up and draws a circle on Clay's chest with his finger]

That might work. We could find you one of those badges sheriffs wear in movies- the star-shaped ones?

[Look has he ever told you that the animal he most wanted to be as a kid was a bird, it's totally a mental fantasy -

But........... oh. That drawing on his chest. That. Definitely draws him out of his thoughts to look down at Allen's hand, then his eyes, a blush on his cheeks for a whole different reason now.]

Uh. Yeah, definitely has to be star-shaped. I could be a... you know, a space cowboy.

[That sensation against his chest is just a little distracting okay]

[Yeah. Nice you noticed Clay. It's almost like he brought you to his room for a reason beyond showing Halloween decorations. He'll only return the blush with a small coy smile as he keeps up with the slow drawing]

Oh? What does a space cowboy do?

[Maybe he thought this was just the first stop on the tour he was promised! But this? This is definitely better than a tour. He gives a smile of his own in return, more flustered and excited than Allen's coy one, and turns slightly towards him as a way of giving a go ahead, and more room to work as well.]

Heeee... chases after stray comets and wrangles them up? They call him the fastest in the west reaches of space.

[He'll take that go ahead and get up from his spot, his hand still on Clay's chest as he turns himself and slide onto Clay's lap, leg's straddling him. The smile is still on his face, and he snickers at Clay's explanation]

I see. And when he fires his gun, does it makes shooting stars?

[He's just gonna ignore how none of this would scientifically make sense; it's fun and a made-up scenario, after all. Instead, he settles his hands on Allen's hips, both to show his approval and to keep Allen from falling off if he leans back or to the side, and returns that smile with a playful one of his own.]

Yup. When people see them in the sky, it's not really shooting stars, but actually his bullets. That's when you know he's chasing after the bad guys.

[Yeah just do that, Allen's just rolling with it as well. It's just some silly make-believe after all. That's the fun of Halloween. Adults getting to do a little make-believe.]

Ha- I like it. It's the perfect costume: Clay Terran, Space Cowboy.

[He runs his hand up Clay's chest to the back of his neck, feeling the exposed skin with his fingers]

I'll have to think of something too now.

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[Clay shuts his eyes, reveling in the subtle little shiver that the touch to his neck gave him, then opens them again as he runs his hands up Allen's sides before bringing them down to his hips again, his expression turning a bit more coy now.]

Well... what's one fantasy of yours?

[He leans in to press a kiss first to the center of Allen's collarbones, even though they're probably covered, then up towards the side of his neck, taking his sweet time to let Allen think about the question.]

[He was wearing a tank top, but man, he'll gladly reach up with his free hand and pull the strap over his shoulder to expose more skin before it goes to roam Clay's back. The lips on the skin make him give a pleased hum, and he shuts his eyes for a moment as he tries to think]

Mm...[What was a good fantasy?] Well, I always liked pirates. Been that a few times.

[Well, since Allen's offering, Clay directs his kisses to Allen's bare shoulder instead; it's certainly an area he hasn't explored yet, and he's all too eager to do so.]

Hmm, pirate. I like it. I've got an eye patch you can borrow.

[Short sentences, yeah, but his mouth is kind of busy at the moment.]

[It feels a little strange to have lips there, but good at the same time. He shifts closer to Clay, to get more feeling. There's old scars along the shoulder, very faded and hard to see except when close up thanks to healing magic. ]

Ha- I don't know. A comrade of mine always had an eyepatch, I might just think of him.

[And he's really not sure he wants to think about Lavi while talking fantasies with his boyfriend okay]

But I could make up for that by talking like one, I suppose? Like- [Pirate voice!!] arrh, matey. You're a mighty fine treasure to find!

[And Clay... stops his kisses for a moment to press his forehead to Allen's shoulder and laugh, because wow. Wow, talking like a pirate with an English accent.]

Ha, I'm giving that a gold star! Wait wait, hold on -

[He was about to take off his visor anyway to make this whole kissing thing easier, but he needs it just one more time. He leans back, lowers his head, then raises it until he can only just see Allen under the brim of his visor.]

Well, that's a mighty fine thing of ya t'say, pahdner!

[Hey hey English people can be pirates too. But lord that response. He looks down at Clay when he gives that impression- proceeding to laugh in response from the cheesy accent and the way he looked. But that was the point of it right? To be silly. He'll respond between laughs]

Aye- it be the truth!

[His hand will leave Clay's neck to under Clay's chin, lifting his head up enough so Allen can lean down to kiss him on the lips with enthusiasm- even making sure to dodge under the visor. God, he really liked this man]

[Gosh, it's so silly and - and downright joyful that Clay smiles in the kiss, and he ends up having to break it for a few seconds to get a last bit of laughter out before he kisses him again, matching his enthusiasm and making sure not to laugh in it this time. Allen thought enough to duck under the visor, yes, but Clay still takes it off during the kiss, keeping enough of a mind to know where he's set it before he focuses totally on the man in front of him.

He really likes him, too. It's times like these that he surprises himself by how much he does.]

[Well okay, if he needs to break for laughter he'll let him do that. He'll instead take the chance to slip his hand underneath the collar of his shirt behind his neck as he leans closer to him, running his fingertips between his shoulder blades as he continues the kiss. There wasn't much in the way of hesitation on his end. They were in the privacy of his room, he was dating Clay, he wanted Clay- what was there to hesitate about?]

[There's not much hesitation on Clay's end either; in fact, with Allen stroking his back like that, skin against skin, he arches and slides his own hands under Allen's shirt to smear them up his boyfriend's sides, finding it much easier to do now that he's got a tanktop on. They're in Allen's room with nothing but the tunes of Queen to accompany them, they're boyfriends, Clay wants him just as much, and he just. He loves this, loves the shared intimacy, loves how good it feels, loves that he can make Allen feel good - So really, what was there to hesitate about?]

[ Nothing that was crossing Allen's mind, that was for sure. Granted, he probably wasn't doing a whole lot of thinking at the moment. Not when Clay's hands were moving up his side like that and he can feel their bodies close together. ]

[Which after a bit, he decides to try to get more. He breaks the kiss and moves his hand back to the front of Clay- now pushing him back to lay back on the bed. He immediately follows after him, pressing himself on top of him to get more feeling as his mouth finds its way to Clay's neck, kissing it now and trying to find that spot Clay liked last time.]

[Lying back against the bed like this with Allen on top of him and kissing at his neck - Something about it seems a lot more intimate than, well, doing this against a wall. He takes in a deep breath and shuts his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Allen pressing against him. His hands move up again, up his back, then down again, over his butt and -

Well, he would've gone down his thighs, but then Allen finds that one area across Clay's neck that's the most sensitive for him. Instead, he gropes as he takes in a gasp, head tilting back and body arching upward... and then he lets out a breathy chuckle, one hand staying firmly where it is while the other slides up, over his back and shoulders and neck to weave into his hair, toying with the ponytail holding it together.]

Ya found the X that marks th' spot, eh?

[... Guess who's still got the hammy accent going, yep.]

[You know he had been focusing on finding that spot. When he found it and got that reaction out of Clay, he was fully ready to focus on it with a swirling tongue, all while enjoying the feeling of Clay against him and groping him.]

[But of course, he loses all composure when Clay breaks out that accent. He has to break away from kissing that spot of his neck to laugh. Shit. It takes him a moment to even start to slow down a little, which then he'll reach down and pinch Clay in the side]

Cowboy, I'm trying to seduce you, you know. [THE HAMMY ACCENT IS MAKING IT HARD]

[Laughter is contagious, especially when Allen keeps it up for that long, so Clay ends up laughing with him, his hand lifting to rub at his back. He squirms thanks to the pinch, but he still can't help laughing about it.]

Gotta make it hard on ya somehow! Pirates ain't s'pposed t' go seducin' cowboys like this.

[Oh my god and he's keeping up the hammy accent. He'll lift his head up enough to look right at him]

Like this? Do you mean there's a way I'm supposed to be seducing you, er- matey?

No, no - I mean, uh, naw. [He slides his hand around to Allen's front, where he watches as he walks his fingers up his chest] Just that - pirates an' cowboys ain't s'pposed t' be seen like this together. It's... [... give him a second] It's a crime. Yeah.

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