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[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]

[When their foreheads are together, Clay just breathes, equally reveling in the feeling that's being shared by the two of them. He too suspects what it is, but... he has to be sure first. He doesn't want to go confessing anything until he's had some time to sort it out... but he will, and hopefully soon.

Right now, though, there are other things to think about, with Allen running his hand down his arm like that and suggesting that. And - yeah, his fear from before had pretty much killed his boner, but the thought of continuing makes that feeling of arousal start to kick in again, and he lets out a little laugh of his own as he trails his fingers down Allen's chest, then pulls back enough to prop himself up on his elbows instead, hips lifted slightly to give Allen some room.]

Cutting me straight out of my bodice, right?

[In other words: yes, yes, please continue.]

[He gives another light laugh before he kisses Clay on the forehead and pulls away, looking down at him, scars and all, in a way that could only be described as love in his eyes.]

Aye, matey.

[He doesn't immediately go for his waistband though. Honestly, after all that, it'd probably be best for both of them to ease back into this. And so instead he holds himself above Clay with one hand near his head while the other rested on Clay's calf. He leans down and kisses him at his neck where he had bitten him earlier. Then he starts to move down his neck and his shoulder, then down his torso, mimicking what Clay had done to him earlier. When he reaches one of Clay's nipples, he'll tentatively place his lips around one, dragging his tongue across it. It's followed by a light suck, and a gentle nip- trying to redo what Clay did though he's a lot more unsure in this because well, he's never done it before]

[Oh... Yes, this is much more preferable. Clay eases his hips back on the bed since they don't need to be up for now, and he instead relaxes and lets Allen do his worst now that his torso is exposed.

Which, hell, he definitely found a good place to start. He lets out a breathy sound and tilts his head back, back arching to get some more of that feeling. Even without looking, he can feel Allen's hesitation, the unsure way he teases him as if it's his first time doing this particular thing.]

Ha... feels really good...

[It's a way to reassure him, to let him know that he's doing this right, to keep going. It feels amazing, and since his arms are busy holding himself up, he'll just lift his leg to slide his toes along the back of Allen's calf instead.]

[The reassurance is appreciated, and it does make him feel and act a bit more confident in what he's doing. He wants to make Clay feel good, after all. And so he'll do that a bit longer before switching to the other nipple, giving it the same sort of attention but with more confidence. Meanwhile his hand on calf teasingly slips to the inside of Clay's thigh]

[With Allen showing more confidence in his movements, Clay feels happy from it, and - well, he's also reaping the benefits as well. He bites his lip, fingers curling in the sheets, and Allen can probably feel his toes curl against his calf as well. The nips especially make him take in a hitched breath, and then let it out in a light moan, and if his back were against the bed then he'd absolutely have both hands in Allen's hair right now, doing what he could to mess it up even further.

But oh, that hand sliding up to his inner thigh... Clay spreads his legs a little more as if to give Allen more access, which does mean not touching his boyfriend's leg anymore, but this - this is totally fine. It's right near the spot that's starting to ache for attention, and Clay gives a huff of laughter in response.]

Almost at the goldmine there, partner.

[He doesn't even bother with the hammy accent, too busy having his mind wiped out a bit here.]

[He'll nip at his once more before he pulls his mouth away, returning to kissing down the chest. Well, except when Clay makes a remark like that, he has to pause from kissing his abdomen to laugh at that name, but deciding to play along]

Are you saying there's treasure nearby?

[Grinning some, he'll cup his hand over Clay's groin and push in it a little with his hand]

Do you mean...here?

[Thankfully, once Allen started to kiss down his chest again, Clay decided to lower himself down to the bed fully, because that right there would've made him just fall back on it entirely. The push of Allen's hand makes him take in a gasp of breath, and he pushes his hips upward into it, eager for more, wanting more so badly.]

Y-uh-Yup. Yup. That right there. That's the X. That, you know, marks the spot...

[It's good that Clay lays back down, since he has to move back some to be able to reach those kisses on his stomach. But ah, when he gets low enough, he'll teasingly kiss the lines of his hips exposed above his waistline. He'll also give him another push of his hand over his groin to match those hips movements]

Mm, right. This is definitely the place.

[His fingers of his free hand find their way to the button of his pants. He'll play with the front buttons lightly as he teases]

But Sheriff Terran, are you saying you're willing to surrender your treasure and gold to the Dread Pirate Walker?

Uh. Um.

[He's definitely rocking his hips to the push of Allen's hand, eyes shut, lips parted, cheeks flushed... and has no idea how to answer that question. What are words? Words are not a thing anymore. They're gone.

... Okay, okay, hold on. He can think, it's fine.]

Wait, hold on, give me a minute, uh... [He laughs helplessly, breathlessly, and reaches down to run a hand affectionately through Allen's hair.] Yes? I mean - Better idea. Best idea. We can share.

[You know, it's hard not to move your head to go along with that hand in his hair. It feels nice okay? And with how worked up he was, any contact was great contact]

[But it kills his pirate act a little, he still tries his best to pull off an incredulous look at Clay]

Share?

Ha. Yeah. You know.

[It's easy to tell that Allen likes that motion of his hand through his hair, so he repeats it, propping himself up a bit on one elbow to reach easier, to run his fingers through Allen's hair, then let his fingers trace over the side of his neck until they stop under his chin.]

Like... you take some of my treasure, and - mm, I... take some of yours?

[Yep. Definitely liking that one, his head tilts with it and there's a soft happy sound as Clay does that. With his fingers, he'll pop open the top button of Clay's pants]

Mmm...you drive a hard bargain, Sheriff Terran.

S'what I do.

[And... god, he loves that sound that Allen made. He traces Allen's cheekbone with his thumb, and he gives a smile as he lifts his hips and keeps them up this time. If Allen's going to take off his pants, then he might as well help a little bit with that.]

Whaddya say, partner?

Mm...aye, very well. We have a deal, Cowboy.

[And with that, he'll finishing unzipping Clay's pants, and begin to tug them down his legs, being careful to keep his underwear on. Once he's past the hips- it's easier and he keeps moving them down, making sure to brush his fingers against the back of Clay's knees, until he can pull them off his feet and discard them with the rest of the clothes.]

[Which of course, he's so going to take a moment to enjoy that view that's in front of him. The finely muscled legs, the tattoo on his thigh, just...everything. He's just gonna go ahead and echo Clay from earlier as his fingers run back up Clay's leg]

Absolutely stellar...

[Clay sits himself up more, propping up his weight on his hands rather than his elbows, and he laughs fondly when Allen says that compliment. It's easier to deal with his legs being exposed more than his torso, and... it's just plain easy with Allen. He really doesn't feel uncomfortable at all despite being nearly naked, despite having two of the scars he hates so much on display. This is fun, they're making it fun, and he - god, he -

God, he loves him.

His leg bends at the knee a bit when Allen's fingers get close to it, knowing which sensitive spot on him he's close to. And now that he's sitting up, Clay moves his weight forward a bit so that he doesn't have to hold himself up, so that he can reach out and cup both sides of Allen's neck, then slide his nails down his chest appreciatively.]

Guess that makes us two celestial bodies, huh?

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