save_the_souls | driftfleet ♪ IC Contact: Year Two

[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?

[That remark gets a laugh. It's a warm and affectionate laugh- of course Clay would make a space pun out of it. He tries to come up with a retort, but sadly his depth of knowledge about space is limited]

Ah- yes. That's right! And uh...someday I'll know enough about astronomy to have a good innuendo for that!

[That's a legitimate reason to learn about space right? To help get into your boyfriend's pants? Yeah. Seems legit]

[He'll make sure to brush up the back of his knees again on his way up, but oh the whole he's just admiring the feel of Clay's legs- because he might have a thing for legs, okay, and Clay's are fine. He gives a hum of appreciation at the nails down his chest.]

Ha- so what now? You're the one who said you knew how to make it feel amazing.

[Not that he doesn't feel great right now, but hey, don't think he forgot about your claim mister]

Edited 2015-10-27 16:11 (UTC)

[Clay laughs at the first part, full of mirth over it. It was funny and, well, if that's one way for someone to learn more about astronomy, then more power to them!

The next part, however, gets him to raise an eyebrow, though there's still a big, happy smile on his face.]

What, you don't feel amazing already?

[His smile turns more coy, and he shifts his balance, moving until he's on his knees in front of his boyfriend, one hand beside Allen's hip to hold himself up, the other sliding a single finger down Allen's chest, then abdomen, past the belly button and... even further down, until he's tracing the very obvious length of Allen's arousal, then stops against the tip.]

Well. That's normal. I haven't even started yet.

[Yeah just you wait Space Cowboy, someday he'll surprise you and seduce you entirely with space facts. Just watch]

[He also moves to be more on his knees, wrapping one of his arms around Clay's neck for balance. He had been laughing at Clay's cocky attitude, until that finger started running down his length- then the laugh gets broken up in favor of a little gasp- it's been a long time since he's been touched there]

Really? Ah- well, then by all means...

[Clay leans forward to press his mouth to Allen's neck, and so Allen will probably be able to feel the grin from the consent he received, and also from how good this was all feeling in general.

His finger trails along the underside now, then back up, this time with all four fingers. Once at the tip again, Clay spreads his fingers to feel along the length at all sides... but there's a slight problem here. The underwear's kind of making this more difficult.

He presses a few kisses to his neck, then lifts his head to Allen's ear, where he gives the lobe a tug with his teeth before he whispers his request to him.]

Can I take this off?

[He lets his thumb stroke at the waistband of the underwear; he can work with it if Allen would rather keep them on, it's just be easier if they were off instead.]

[His head immediately tilts to give Clay more access to his neck. The mouth there and the fingers on his member is is making him feel like jelly, his nails pressing into Clay's shoulder as he still keeps his arm wrapped around his neck. With how good he's making him feeling, he doesn't even think twice about his reply]

Aye.

[His free hand finds it's way to Clay's back, and he starts feeling around to see if he can give back any sort of sensation]

Ha... Yeehaw.

[With Allen on his knees, Clay can't get the underwear entirely off of him, but he can at least pull it down enough to show what he's most interested in right now. And when it's low enough, Clay rests his forehead against Allen's shoulder so that he can look down at what he just uncovered, and - god, the sight of Allen's erection with his own hand around it is arousing on its own, and Clay has to swallow at first, then let out a helpless little chuckle.]

Wanna see how far I'll go for a share of treasure?

[He makes a ring with his finger and thumb, then starts to stroke up and down Allen's length, first slowly, agonizingly slow, before he starts to speed things up. When Allen's hand reaches the small of his back, the part that's always so sensitive to him, Clay feels himself arch and take in a deep breath, the sensation feeling so much better thanks to how wound up he himself is.

As a reward for it, he closes the rest of his fingers as well as he keeps up his stroking, meanwhile nipping at Allen's collarbone, then heading up to his neck again.]

[Oh. So this is why people can never be quiet while having sex. ]

[He had always wondered that, mostly in aggravation whenever he could hear it through the walls. But feeling Clay's hand on his erection? First so painfully slow, and then sped up and then with the rest of his fingers-]

[Well, let's just say he sure is clinging to Clay and not being too quiet with that surprised moan.]

God, Clay-

[He blushes profusely as he buries his face into the side of Clay's head. He really wants to give some of this feeling back, but he's gonna need a moment to get over the sheer shock of how all intensely good this all feels]

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