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[There's a small pause as that sinks in. Ah. He sees.

... Then he laughs, this one quieter and fonder, and he leans his head up to kiss the tip of Allen's nose.]

It's okay, you're doing fine. A lot of it has to do with knowing what your partner likes and doesn't like. [He brings his head back against the pillow again, making sure to look at him properly.] You're okay with this, though? With maybe taking this a step further? It's okay if you don't want to, and you can say no later if you want. But I'd like to, if you do too.

[He moves one hand out of Allen's hair to trace his fingers just under the waistline of Allen's pants, just to let him know what he means by that. Clay wants this to be absolutely clear on both sides, that this is something they want.]

[You know, he really appreciates that little talk. It's reassuring, clear and makes him feel a bit better about this. He wasn't going to go into this blind, unlike last time. So the smile becomes less nervous, and he gives a little nod]

...Yeah, I'd like to too.

[Though, maybe should clarify before clay gets the wrong idea- feeling a bit awkward] I mean, ah- I'm not exactly...a virgin? We just...well, neither of us knew what we were doing.

[So seriously please help out here]

[His smile widens at the confirmation, and he moves his hands again, this time to trace light circles against either side of Allen's neck. Yes, it's okay to be nervous and awkward; heck, Clay feels that way too right now. But it's also important to know that it's all right, Clay's willing to show him what to do, and he doesn't really care about the past circumstances here.]

Yeah, I get you. I'm not a virgin either, but I've probably got more experience here. [Said with no shame whatsoever here.] First, it's okay if you don't get it right the first time. No one does. But... you can start with what you know I like to rile me up.

[He tilts his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck, and lifts his hands slightly to give Allen some space.] How about starting here?

[The fingers on his neck felt damn good. It made him shiver and want for more. He really didn't care if Clay didn't have shame in mentioning his experience. Since hey, if there was one thing he learned about the few times he got intimate with his ex? It's that...it really didn't change anything in his life. Hell, he doubted anyone even noticed.]

[It's a huge reason why he's willing to take it faster with Clay. It felt good, and...well, it honestly didn't matter all that much in the end.]

Okay.

[But oh, that part he knows. He tilts his head down to meet Clay's neck, and starts kissing at the area he was working at before, making sure to bite a little as he remembered that being something Clay really liked last time]

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[Oh, it's something he definitely likes. He shuts his eyes when Allen starts kissing at his neck, and the biting gets him to take in a deeper breath before he lets it out in a pleased sigh, both hands moving up to slide into Allen's hair, encouraging him to keep going. Sure, hiding the hickey from last time was a bit of a pain, but hell, getting another one just sounds like the best idea right now.

When he's sure Allen's got the message, Clay moves one hand to drag downward, letting his nails trail along the side of his neck before continuing their trek, down Allen's chest and abdomen until he reaches the end of his shirt, where he slides his hand back up again, this time from under the tanktop. Last time, when he touched Allen's back, that got things to heat up a notch or two. Let's see if that happens again...]

[The encouragement helps, and encourages him to keep going. He's really past the point of caring about hiding hickeys. That required thinking ahead further than what he was feeling right now, and he wasn't the least bit interested in that. Not when Clay's hands were in his hair and then moving down his chest and- lord]

[He makes a pleased noise when he feels Clay's hand underneath his shirt. His back arches and he moves against him, giving him another bite. If Clay wasn't lying on his back, he'd try to reach around to that sweet spot on Clay's back that he knows is there, so instead he just rests his hand on Clay's hip and wait to see what happens next]

[Moon and stars, but he loves the feeling of his hand against Allen's bare skin, and he especially loves the reaction that follows. The pressing of another body against his own, the noise that Allen makes against his neck - it all makes him let out a small groan of pleasure too. He can't help smiling too, because this is fun, he likes this guy so damn much and he loves that they're doing this together.]

Mm, hey... You know that other spot I said was sensitive? [He covers Allen's hand with his own, then starts to guide it down, down his thigh and towards his knee, and he even lifts his leg more to give Allen more room, and a better idea of what he can do.] Why don't you try it out?

Ah- back of the knee, right?

[He'll let his hand be guided, pulling himself away from Clay's neck since the hickey's pretty well formed and even he's not as flexible to be able to reach the knee and the neck super well at the same time.]

[But alright sure, he'll try it out by running his fingers over the pants fabric. But when it's too much of a pain to really get a good feel on his leg, he'll glance up and down his leg before he decides to grab the cuff of the pant leg and push it up until the knees exposed.]

[There. That's better. Now he'll try to massage his fingers in that spot]

Yeah. I don't know why, it's just...

[He trails off as Allen starts to run his fingers over it, and even when there's cloth in the way, it feels good. He runs his fingers through Allen's hair to rest his hand against the back of his neck, eyes shutting to enjoy the feeling -

But then he feels his pants leg being pushed up, and he opens his eyes to look down at what's going on, only to bite his lower lip in anticipation when he figures it out. Oh god, he's going to - he's going to -

And he did. Oh, he did. And god, Clay gasps, head pressing down against the pillow as he lets out that breath in a louder noise of pleasure, body arching upward against Allen's, fingers and toes curling as the sensitivity of the spot practically makes his brain short-circuit. Like with his back, it's been a long time since anyone touched him there, and even his last ex didn't do so much, so the reaction is more out of surprise than anything. He forgot how amazing it felt, especially when there wasn't any clothing in the way.]

Oh god, Allen...

[And that is quite the reaction. It makes Allen grin and laugh a little, seeing Clay react so strongly to some of his touches. It wasn't unlike when Allen had touched his back last time.]

Wow. It really is a sensitive spot for you.

[Which of course means he's totally going to have fun with it, and start running his nails along the area to see how much more of a reaction he can get]

Just a bit, yeah.

[And nails against that spot now - Clay immediately slaps his hand against his mouth before he lets out a louder moan, the motion automatic, because he knows how loud he can be. He lowers his other hand to clench in the sheets, and god help him, he can't help tilting his hips to press up against Allen's, and - well, Allen can probably feel just how seduced he is now. Everything they did beforehand, bodies pressing against each other, skin against skin, Allen teasing some of the more sensitive parts of his body - Yeah, Clay really can't help himself.]

[Oh yeah, he can definitely feel how seduced Clay is as he presses his hip against him- and it gets him his own little moan. It was arousing just seeing Clay in this sort of state, not to mention their actions having their effects on Allen too.]

[He'll run his nails over that same spot again, before he asks in a low voice]

What do you want me to do to you next, Sheriff?

[Clay bites his lip as a way to keep the noises down, then slides his hand up into his own hair, gripping hard at the strands as he feels the pleasant sparks lose some of their intensity. Not that Allen's doing anything wrong, but the shock of it is wearing off, giving way to something more pleasant than surprising. Still, he breathes harder, and he starts attempting to pull his shoes off with the bed alone, knowing it'll probably have to be done sooner than later.]

Ha... ha, um... [He smiles, first while still biting his lip, then after he's relaxed the motion a bit.] Kiss me, Dread Pirate?

[His tone is breathy as he says it - while he'd love for Allen to keep doing what he's doing and even more... This is a two-way thing here. He doesn't want Allen to just give and give, no matter how enjoyable it is on both sides. Time to return the favor a bit.]

[There's a slight twitch of an eyebrow raise on Allen's part at that answer, since...that was much tamer than he was expecting, considering how worked up both of them were. But fine, whatever. He did ask for what Clay wanted]

As you wish.

[He'll move his head up to Clay's lips, pulling his hand away from the back of his knee so he can grab some of Clay's hair and pull him into a rather heated kiss]

[Tame? Tame?

Ha.

As soon as he's close enough, Clay pulls on Allen's hair with both hands to drag him into that kiss, and it's just as passionate and heated on his end as well. Once they're good and locked into the kiss, Clay moves one hand back to push himself up into a sitting position, still kissing Allen, and shifts enough to get on his knees, now straddling his boyfriend's lap, hips pressed tight together as his free hand returns to his hair.

When he breaks the kiss to breathe, he gives Allen a coy smile, then moves his head down to kiss down his neck, hips arching against Allen's.]

What do you want?

[Well that catches him by surprise. When he feels Clay moving into a sitting position, he moves back and changes his own position so he's sitting on the bed- it's probably a good thing he's crazy flexible. And then just like that, their positions have been switched around. Allen's hand holds onto the back of Clay's neck, while the other moves down to grip the sheets]

[But when Clay starts kissing his neck and arching his hips like that, he can't help but let out an audible moan and pushing his hips back against him. God that feels good. Clay's question swims around in his head before he vocalizes the only easy answer of what's clearly getting in the way]

Out of these clothes.

Good answer.

[He's been wanting to see Allen out of those clothes anyway. He grins against his neck, then starts to scrape his teeth against it as he slides his fingers down his torso, taking care to feel every groove, every rise and fall of the skin. When he reaches the end of Allen's shirt, he takes the ends of it and starts sliding it up, eyes down on his body as every inch of his torso starts to be revealed.

And... that's a lot of scars, but he doesn't mind them. The life Allen leads is a dangerous one and he knows it, it'd be too idealistic to think that he'd come out of it unscathed.

He tosses the shirt carelessly off the bed, then leans back, still keeping their hips together, but enough to get a good look as he slides his fingers up now, again feeling everything he can feel, but this time without the clothing separating them.]

You're incredible, Starlight...

[He hadn't been thinking about his scars when he had said that, he was too busy enjoying what those teeth and fingers were doing. They only crossed his mind when he feels Clay's eyes examining every inch of his torso. For a second he's worried out of reflex, he's far too used to people judging him negatively on his appearance. But he reminds himself that this is Clay. Clay was different. He liked the color of Allen's white hair and never hesitated to grab his ugly red hand just as much as his normal hand. And Clay had his own scars, the bandage on his nose reminded Allen of that.]

[So by the time Clay speaks, he's relaxed himself enough from Clay's fingers and calming his own mind that he's able to laugh lightly at the remark. Even make a small little joke]

Ha, thanks...as long as you don't make any comparisons with the moon's surface.

[Because really the moon is romantic in any context except that one. But now feeling that it's a bit unfair that he's the only one shirtless- he moves his hands to Clay's jacket, simultaneously pushing it off his shoulders as a strong hint]

Your words, not mine.

[He arches his shoulders back as the jacket is pushed off, and - thank god, it was getting really hot in here with that jacket on. As for his shirt... he's unsure about that, as taking it off and seeing the scar he has on his chest on his own makes him uncomfortable enough, and the though of someone else seeing it makes him uneasy. It should be fine, though... right?

Rather than think too hard about it, once the jacket's off, Clay leans in to start pressing kisses down Allen's torso, first on his collarbones, then further down, and soon he's forced to move his hips back to move down further; he's flexible, but not impossibly so.]

Mm, how do you feel about... [He moves his hand up to brush his thumb against one of Allen's nipples, just to make sure he's okay with whatever Clay does rather than do something he doesn't want.]

[Fortunately for Clay, the kissing down his chest thoroughly distracts Allen from his venture of stripping him for now. He just tosses the jacket to the floor and moves his hands to grip the bed and lean back so Clay has more room, offering little moans along the way. And the thumb brushing against the nipple? Well gets it's own surprised little gasp]

Mm, yes.

[He's not even entirely sure what Clay's trying to get at, but it doesn't matter all that much to him right now he just wants it]

Please, Clay.

[That's definitely permission granted, then. With that plea, Clay smirks a bit,]

As you wish.

[mimics Allen from earlier just to be an ass, then moves his kisses more and more to the side, until one of those kisses lands on his left nipple. Now that he's here, he'll keep his lips there for a moment, then pull back to drag his tongue over it, only to close his lips around it again, this time to give it a light suck, a gentle nip. The other one doesn't quite get as much attention, but he does try his best anyway, using his thumb and fingers to do so. His other hand slides down Allen's side until it reaches the waistband of his pants, where it dips below the line to trace teasing circles against his bare hip.

It's probably still a bit unfair, since he still has his shirt on and everything, but damn, it'd be nice to get those pants off soon, too.]

[He was middle of an eyeroll from Clay's mimicking and was almost going to say something- but then Clay's lips reach his nipple and - moon and stars, indeed. He hadn't known the nipples were so sensitive, so it catches him by complete surprise. The surprised moan that comes out of his mouth is louder than he usually tries to keep himself, and he can't stop himself from moving his hips to try to get some contact again- which considering Clay's teasing just under his waistband at that point, it might make his hand move a bit lower than he intended on that hip.]

Damn-

[Again he finds himself wanting to feel Clay, so he pulls one of his hands off the bed and straight for Clays back, where fingers find their way underneath Clay's shirt and feeling for that one spot on Clay's lower back.]

[He's looking for some contact, huh? With Clay's hand sliding further down his hip and against his thigh instead, he moves it back up - not that he doesn't appreciate the feeling of Allen's bare thigh, but he's got another idea in mind. His fingers are below Allen's belly button now, trailing up and down, hesitating a little -

But before he can come to a decision, Allen's fingers hit that one spot on his back, and he pulls his mouth away to let out a moan of his own, and - and, well, screw hesitation by that point. Now that he's pulled back a bit, Clay leans over to give that other nipple some attention with his mouth as well, wraps his now free arm around his waist so that Allen doesn't have to hold himself up too much, and finally lowers his other hand to cup his groin, giving him something to push his hips into. His own back arches thanks to what Allen's doing, and he's getting to that point where he just wants more, more of this, and he doesn't want to stop - and seeing how they're in Allen's room, seeing how they're actually together... they don't have a reason to stop now.]

[There really isn't any thought of stopping in Allen's mind right now. He had already rationalized through it all (well, as much as anyone can rationalize in these circumstances, so granted his hormones may have weighed in more than they usually do when Allen makes a decision), and came to the conclusion that there was no reason why they couldn't go as far as they wanted to. And so he had filed those thoughts away and didn't think about it anymore. All this was more than fine. ]

[Which, it was a good thing he wasn't trying to think because Clay was making it hard. The lips on the other nipple isn't as surprising as the first time, but damn does it feel good. When he feels that hand start to cup his groin, there's another excited moan and he's immediately pushing into it without thinking. Allen's pant in fashion tended to be a bit on the tight side, but now with how much he's been worked up? Those pants have clearly gotten uncomfortably tight.]

[So what does he do in response? To keep trying to egg Clay on and give him pleasure? He runs nails around that spot on his back. And with the guy supporting him at his waist, he reaches over to one of his straddling legs and pushes his pants up until he can reach that bit of skin behind the knee again to see what'll happen now.]

[What happens now? Clay ends up having to stop working at his nipple for a moment to press his forehead against Allen's chest and let out a muffled moan of pleasure, having bit his lip to try keeping it down. He kind of feels like just falling back and letting Allen have his way with him, but no. He's got some things to get done here.

With one more lick to the nipple, Clay surges upward to kiss his boyfriend passionately again, his hand rubbing against his groin and - yeah, yeah, he's getting the feeling that those pants are absurdly uncomfortable on Allen right now. Hell, his own are looser, and they're pretty uncomfortable too. When he breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead to Allen's, just to give him enough clarity to actually get some words out.]

Could you... ah, Could you hold yourself up? I'm going to take these off. Okay?

[To let him know just what he's talking about, he pulls his arm back, no longer supporting Allen's waist, to start pulling at the button of Allen's pants. Kind of hard to undo a button with one hand, so he's going to need both here...]

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