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[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]

[Clay lets out a pleased hum against his neck, teeth and lips and tongue working to give him a good sized hickey, knowing how much he loves that spot being stimulated. Honestly, just knowing he's making Allen feel this good is doing wonders of its own; he loves seeing Allen like this, hearing him moan, knowing that he's the one doing all of this to him. He wants Allen to feel amazing, just like he told him he would.

His other hand, while balancing his weight, is also being completely useless right now. So Clay balances his weight on his legs instead, freeing up his hand, using it to slide his palm up his torso, then circle one of Allen's nipples with his thumb.

Well, he did say he'd make it amazing. Better do all he can to fulfill his end of the bargain.]

[It's overwhelming, just how much sensation he's getting from all this. Amazing is certainly one word for it. Every time Allen thinks he can get a handle on himself, Clay starts giving him a hickey or touching his nipples or changes how he touches him with that hand- and he hears his voice moaning out all over again.]

[He's clinging to Clay. The fingers on the small of Clay's back are scratching lightly with nails in attempt to return the gesture. But really, between all this being so new and it being a long time since Allen's done something like this? A few more moments, and it's becoming clear he won't last much longer.]

[Clay can tell Allen's close, and god, he wants to see it happen so badly. All he needs is just a little push, and he knows it. His hand moves around his erection faster, pressing his fingers against the more sensitive places on it, he smears his other hand down Allen's torso, then around to his back to support him when the time comes. He moves away from Allen's neck, which probably has several hickeys now, and he leans up to let his lips brush against Allen's ear as he murmurs to him.]

You're so incredible, Allen... and you look so hot like this.

Someday, I'll use my mouth on you, and it's going to be so much better than my fingers. It'll be the best damn feeling you've ever felt.

[He makes some pleading moans as the hand starts to move faster on his erection. The heat and pleasure building up inside him is so intense, it's much too difficult to try to think straight. It only gets worse when Clay starts brushing his lips against his ear and murmuring those things. He can't even come up with a proper response to it]

Ah, Clay-

[It's too much. He falls back into that arm around his back, falling over that edge into orgasm, crying out the whole way.]

[Ah... there we go. Clay watches it happen, and - moon and stars, it's just about the hottest thing he's ever seen. He strokes him a few more times, each one slower than the last, to give him an easier time of descending from that high, then lets go in favor of wrapping both arms around him and pressing lingering kisses down his jawline.

He's plenty aroused - How can he not be, after hearing him moan, seeing him be pushed over the edge like that, feeling everything he ever did to him? But he's also pretty determined to give Allen a pretty amazing afterglow, too.]

[And what a high it was. He needs a few moments to bask in it, leaning into Clay's hold and just loving every second of of being in Clay's arms.]

Amazing...

[You held up your side of the bargain bro, good job. But it's not long, even in the afterglow, that he'll think of Clay]

Mmm...hand or mouth?

[Clay smiles at that, having reached the other side of Allen's jaw by the time he asked that question. With one last kiss, this one to Allen's forehead, Clay leans back, arms moving away to ease his way down on the bed.]

Hmm... Hand's a good start.

[Hand...yeah okay, he could do hand. He had just felt it done on him after all. And so he moves as Clay leans back down on the bed, first to pull off those boxers entirely off his own legs and discard it. Then he moves to sit on his knees between Clay's legs. He's more than well aware Clay's got a full view of him here- he's fine with that]

[The afterglow's and the previous actions have helped calm him a lot, but he's still got some nerves about doing this. But tentatively, he'll reach out with two fingers from his normal hand and start slowly running up Clay's length through his underwear. Which speaking of...]

Mind if I take this off?

[Oooh, when Allen starts to take off his boxers, Clay has to prop himself up on his elbows to watch. Sure, he's already seen the important part, but like this, Allen would be completely bare... And he really wants to see it.

And when Allen sits in front of him in that state... Clay can't help wetting his lips, eyebrows raised with a bit of a dazed smile. He looks amazing. And even though they were both comfortable with seeing each other like this, being naked in front of someone still kind of requires a lot of trust, so Clay feels glad to have that much of it.

Which he'll return when Allen asks that question, his tone a bit breathy due to his own level of arousal as well as the way Allen's fingers run along his length.]

Yeah... Yeah, go ahead.

[He lifts his hips up a bit to make it easier on Allen. While Allen seems a bit nervous, Clay doesn't show a hint of it. He knows Allen will make him feel good no matter what, and he's so looking forward to it.]

Edited 2015-11-04 11:12 (UTC)

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