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[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...]

[He kissed back with full passion, moaning into his mouth as Clay rubbed against him. The pants are uncomfortable and yet it feels so good and he really wants more.]

Okay. Go ahead.

[The question gets an eager nod, and he'll pull his hands away to support his weight on the bed, even lifting himself up off the bed some with his arms to help make it easier on Clay. He is more than ready for them to come off]

[Clay smiles at that response, and he gives Allen a kiss on the cheek before he leans back enough to see what he's doing as he starts to unbutton and unzip those pants. He may be purposefully brushing his hands against that bulge in his pants, just maybe.

As he starts pulling down the pants, he tries to avoid taking down the underwear for now, though they end up sliding down about an inch anyway. From what little he can see with that, Allen definitely was once a redhead. It's actually kind of fascinating, seeing his head of white hair and the red pubic hair. He keeps his eyes on that for a little longer than necessary before he takes his gaze off of that to look down at the skin being exposed as he pulls the pants down further, and he presses a kiss to one of his knees as he passes them, and then -

Then they're sliding off his ankles, and just like the shirt, Clay just tosses it aside like he doesn't care where they end up. Excuse him while he openly admires those legs, hands now sliding up his calves and teasing the back of his knees - you know, just in case he might be sensitive too.]

Ha... Stellar all around.

Edited 2015-10-26 00:10 (UTC)

[It feels a little strange, having someone strip you like this. But it wasn't a bad strange, hell it felt pretty good- especially how Clay was doing it. It's not like he had much to hide on his legs- they weren't nearly as scarred as the rest of his body and quite tone from all the exercise and walking he constantly did. If anything, Clay staring at that little bit of hair makes him laugh a little and reach down to run his hand through Clay's hair affectionately.]

[It occurs to him in the back of his mind that he was practically naked in front of someone. And yet, with the way Clay's looking at him, with all that affection and desire in his eyes...he couldn't bring himself to feel uncomfortable. With Clay, it felt right.]

[The hand teasing the back of his knees and calves get a surprised little squeak of pleasure, but he's smiling up at Clay]

I work out. [he gives a little wink and tilts his head.] Now isn't it your turn, Cowboy?

[Even if he didn't feel uncomfortable being without clothes in front of Clay, he wasn't too keen on being the only one without clothes here]

[Ah... Well. He knew it'd come to that eventually if they kept this up. It's not like he could keep his shirt on around him forever - Well, he could, but it'd be incredibly awkward in a situation like this. And Clay is hoping for more of this, so... No use trying to put it off any longer, right?

And - It should be okay with Allen. Allen's seen his share of scars, has his share of scars. And... he trusts him. He wouldn't have gone this far with him if he didn't trust him as much as he did.

So while there is a small amount of hesitation, he soon rubs at his nose, then looks at his boyfriend with a smile of his own.]

Do yer worst, Dread Pirate.

[And with that, he leans back, sitting fully on the bed rather than staying on his knees, to give Allen more room to take off whatever clothing he wants. Even the shirt, despite what Clay doesn't like to see underneath.]

[He could pick up on that little bit of hesitation, that nervous tic he has when he rubs his nose. When you're with a guy so much...you start to pick up on these things. Huh. So was that why Clay hadn't taken off his shirt yet? Was he actually more shy about that stuff?]

[But at least he agreed in the end. It makes Allen smile as he moves forward, spreading out Clay's legs so he could fit between them as he sat on his knees, leaning over to give an affectionate kiss on his lips before pulling back and putting on that fake pirate accent.]

Aye, careful what you wish for. A pirate's worst would be cutting you straight outta your bodice, Cowboy.

[But he'll show mercy today! His hands trail down Clay's chest, his nails feeling his torso all the way down. When he reached the hem, he slowly starts to pull it up as Clay had done to him, eyeing the skin underneath. As expected, most of it was perfect: smooth skin, chiseled muscles from all his training. It's only when he reaches the part near the heart does he notice a scar-]

[ - Ah. So that's why Clay was nervous.]

[He can't help it. His eyes linger on it for a moment. It wasn't a huge scar, honestly it was tiny compared to many of Allen's. It also seemed to be healing well too, from the looks of it. His medical training told him that as long as it was treated properly, it'd be little more than a white line by next year. The way that this scar made Clay so nervous and the location made his stomach twist a little, but...it could have been caused by any number of things. There was no reason to fret when Clay was right there in front of him now, alive and well.]

[And so finally, he pulls his eyes away from it, and finishes pulling that shirt off of Clay- tossing it aside like the rest of the clothing. Then, he'll take a moment before he does anything else and wrap his arms around Clay's neck, giving him a loving and comforting hug as he presses his body against his.]

Ah...from your nerves, I was getting worried you had a drunken tattoo on your chest.

Edited 2015-10-26 01:37 (UTC)

[The kiss and the hammy accent had soothed his nerves a bit, and he can't help smiling from it. A smile that soon fades as his shirt is being pulled up, and he has to look at the wall, wondering if this was a good idea. And when his chest is exposed and, by extension, the scar, and when the shirt pulling stops for a moment, he shuts his eyes and feels dread curl in his stomach.

Yeah, this was a bad idea. He can practically feel Allen's eyes on the scar, and he can just imagine the look on his face. Every pleasant sensation that had been building up starts to die down, and Clay starts to feel like he should probably pull his shirt down and make an excuse to leave. Bathroom break? A fake communication call?

Before he can do that, though, his shirt finishes being pulled up, though he doesn't really pay attention to that until he feels Allen's arms around his neck and his body being pressed up against him. He blinks out of his thoughts entirely, instead looking ahead with wide eyes as Allen says what he has to say, which... has nothing at all to do with the scar.

... What?

His hands hover in place on either side of Allen as if he isn't sure what to do next. Every single outcome he imagined had ended horribly; sure, Clay doesn't know what the scar is, doesn't remember it or anything, but Allen being into medicine would probably know, and... the conclusion he might draw - Clay was sure, so sure that it'd only end badly.

But it didn't. Not even a bit. In fact, Allen made a joke about it. He had to have noticed, he noticed him pause and everything, and yet... And the way he was hugging him, like he was trying to calm him down more than anything...

Finally, Clay shuts his eyes and lifts his arms to return that embrace, head ducking down to press his face to the junction of Allen's neck and shoulder. It's such a huge weight off his shoulders that he doesn't even know what to do with it except to just hold on tight. How did it turn out this way? Not just the situation, but - meeting this guy and getting to be the way they are now? Maybe it really was written in the stars, like he'd said on their first date.

He still isn't really sure what to do with himself, but he does finally quirk his lips up in a smile.]

Not a drunken one, and not on my chest, no.

[He briefly opens his eyes in contemplation, then shuts them again as a hand lifts from Allen's back, and - there's a sound like tape peeling off, a light little jerk of his head -

And when he pulls back, he keeps his head down, but... the bandage on his nose is off, showing the scar he'd received a decade ago that he always hides. It's okay now. With Allen, at least, it's fine. And he's never been more sure of that.]

But I've got a couple here and there.

[The hug had been for comfort, for reassurance. Clay's scars weren't quite like Allen's scars. Allen has long learned to live with his scars, to accept them as part of who he was now. It had taken him a long time to reach the point he has. To stop constantly wearing hoods and scarves to cover his hair, to try to brush his bangs in ways that covered his facial scar as much as possible. Still, eventually he had come to terms with them, through his own means, through growing to understand that all he was doing from lingering on the scars as much as he did was keeping himself from walking forward. And even now, he had moments where he struggled with that a little, but...he's gotten a lot better.]

[But Clay wasn't like Allen, he hadn't come to terms with his own scars even though it was clear he didn't mind Allen's. He hid his scars and seemed to try to hide himself when the subject came up. Allen supposed it made sense in a way...he remembered what Clay had told him at Ino's birthday party, about how he used to be as a child. How he had been a quiet wallflower before he knew Apollo, the opposite of how he acted now. Opposite of how Allen had been as a child, brash and aggressive, never shying away from a fight.]

[Allen...knew better than anyone that no matter how much you change your personality, bits of the old one remained. Clay still shied away from dances and hid his distinguishing scars, the same way Allen still got temperamental and impatient no matter how hard he tried to be like his father.]

[Which maybe...that wasn't a bad thing. Clay Terran was the man he wanted to be with, not Apollo Justice, the loud and quiet parts alike. And Clay sure made no secret that he liked the parts of Allen that weren't like his father as much as the parts that were. So...maybe it wasn't bad, that they were still their own people...]

[But before he can really think more on that, he feels Clay finally return his embrace and dig his head into the junction of his neck. He tilts his head just so to let him be comfortable, to let him take a moment to work through what demons were running through his head. He feels a bit of happiness when he hears Clay respond to his little quip, and was opening his mouth to respond- when he hears that sound of tape peeling off]

[Wait. Tape? Was that?]

[His eyes widen in surprise. It takes a moment to sink in that he heard that right before he glances at the bed and sees...sure enough, a used bandage crumpled on the sheets. As far as he knew...between the two of them, there was only one bandage being worn today. The one that had always been worn, as long as Allen had known him.]

[He looks at Clay, sitting in front of him with his head held down. Then slowly, cautiously, he reaches his hand out to Clay and lifts Clay's chin so he can get a better look at his face. The scar on his nose...it's small, but it's deep. He can see that it's taken out a bit of Clay's nose. It's the type of scar that'd never fully heal, that stays with a person for life.]

[Allen lifts a couple fingers to reach over and trace the scar on his nose very gently, showing that he understood the gravity of this show of trust. He then moves his fingers down away from his nose, towards the side of his face where he holds it, giving Clay a gentle and loving smile.]

If they're like the rest of you, I'm sure they're beautiful.

[Maybe the physical scar on Clay's face would never heal, but...just maybe, a little bit of the scarring it left on his heart could start to heal.]

Edited 2015-10-26 03:24 (UTC)

[And, again, Clay had kept his gaze away at first, even when Allen lifted his chin. It's not like he's never taken off the bandage before; he cleans it, makes sure it doesn't get nasty or infected and gets some air, and Apollo's the one person who Clay willingly showed it to before this. But he never wanted to show anyone else, because it was horrific looking, small as it is, and it always made tension seize his veins as his mind struggled to keep blocked memories at bay. He knows Allen won't think any less of him, but it's still nerve-wracking, still a huge display of trust. Clay could strip off all of his clothes and never feel as bare as he does right now.

But then Allen touches the scar, and the touch is so, so gentle, and Clay gets what he's saying. He understands, and that means so much. His gaze ticks back up when he holds the side of his face, and...

He has to smile. First in an almost shy way, and then it picks up until he has a big, happy grin on. He's just so touched by all of this that he can barely contain himself. He reaches up to cup Allen's cheeks, and he opens his mouth as if he wants to say something... but he's not sure if putting it into words would be best, and he's not even sure what to say.

So instead, he leans in to kiss him. It's different from their heated, passionate ones from before; it's utterly tender and sincere, a way of showing the deep amount of fondness, affection, and even love that he feels. He's so... deeply appreciative and crazy for the man in front of him that it's the only way he can think of to show it right now.]

[Allen returns the kiss: slow, tender and comforting. He feels the affection that Clay is trying to show in that kiss, and he tries to put in some of his own. He cared for this man more than he ever thought he could care for someone again. Just seeing him smile after their exchange made him so happy, so relieved.]

[He finally breaks the kiss, keeping him close and resting his forehead against his. He breathes happily through his nose, basking in just being with this man, reveling having this feeling]

[It was...it was love wasn't it? Allen's felt it before, and he's fairly sure he knows what it feels like. It was love. He...loved this man.]

[For a moment, he thinks about saying it, but he decides against it. It was too soon- they only just gotten together. And with how they've been at it for the past hour- he knows he easily could just be mixing up his feelings. And it wasn't a sentiment he wanted to be wrong about]

[So he holds back, finally letting out a little laugh and running one of his hands downs Clay's arm from the shoulder]

Ah...guess I got sidetracked. Do you want me to pick up where I left off?

[You know, what he was doing before the hug]

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