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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.]

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[There's something to be said for having someone look at like you like that. It sent shivers down his spine, just seeing him lick his lips on that dazed smile. He leans over to give Clay a quick kiss on the forehead as he moves himself out of the way of Clay's legs to make getting those boxers off easier]

[Which once he's in the clear, he'll move his fingers up Clay's length one more and then continue up until his fingers found the waistband. Taking a hold, he pulls them off without looking- below the waist, past the thighs, over the knees- he only stops once he pulls them off the feet and tosses them aside with everything else. At least there weren't any more articles of clothing left to throw. When that's all done with he'll finally turn his head to look at Clay's bare body for the first time.]

[Which...Damn.]

[He can't help but stare. He had seen naked bodies before through medical training, but this...this was so very different. Seeing Clay like this, fully aroused and breathy, no clothes to break up the muscled skin that were near flawless...]

[It was probably sacrilege to think, but if bodies really were temples? then Lord did he want to worship every inch of this man]

[In a half-daze from the awe, his hand finds its way to the lower part of his length, his index finger and thumb wrapping around it as they adjust to this. He couldn't pull his eyes away, the arousal and the rest of the man lying on the bed....it was too mesmerizing.]

[Without really thinking about it, even if he has full intention of doing all this with his hands, he leans down and delivers a quick kissing peck on the tip of Clay's erection]

[Now, while Allen had no qualms whatsoever with Clay seeing him naked, Clay... still finds himself being a little shy when the boxers are finally off, and Allen's starts looking at him like that. He chuckles to himself and glances off to the side, then back at Allen, then up at the ceiling, then back at Allen again - gosh, he can feel his cheeks heating up.

And, oh, when Allen takes hold of him and kisses him there - Clay takes in a sharp breath, fingers slowly curling in the sheets below him. It's been a long time since he's felt that kind of sensation, and - yes, he did say Allen could use his hands, but... well, if he wanted to switch to the mouth instead, then Clay certainly had no objections whatsoever.]

You, uh... like what you see?

[With the way Allen was looking at him? The answer is pretty obvious, but he feels like he should say something, at least.]

[He notices Clay's reaction to being stared at, that he's getting down right bashful at his naked body being looked over. It was funny, considering how he was looking at him just a few moments ago, funny enough to make him chuckle a little as he lifts his head and the fingers around his erection move.]

Yeah. You're hotter than a star's surface.

[Which...okay, he doesn't know how hot that is, but considering those things are ON FIRE- he imagine it's very hot.]

That's, um. Pretty hot...

[Once the fingers start to move - Ah. He'd forgotten how good it felt when hands other than his own worked him like this. He bites his lip, muffling his moan, and tilts his head back against the pillow. It's hard to think when everything's focusing on more, more of this, this feels so good, but it doesn't take much thought to recall something he's passionate about anyway.]

Eta Carinae... is one of the hottest ones. F-Forty... mmm, no, that's - Seventy-two thousand degrees Fahrenheit. [The last part rushes out a bit, like he wants to get it out before he forgets it.]

Mmm...yeah, you seem that hot.

[He adds a couple fingers, as he slides down his erection again. There were the random space facts again. He knows Clay liked to spout those whenever he felt nervous. So, partly to tease him and partly to encourage him- he lowers his head again, this time taking the head of Clay's erection into his lips and swirling his tongue around the tip a couple times while his hands held it steady. The taste was extremely weird and not great- but he didn't mind.]

Ha, but that -

[- That feels amazing. The moan he lets out is not muffled; it's been so long since he's felt that, and it's an all too pleasant surprise. One hand lifts to rest against his own forehead while the other grips the sheets, and he can't help tilting his hips upward just a bit.]

Ah, Allen...

[WELL. This certainly took his mind off of space tangents to help calm down.]

[Now that's the reaction he's looking for. If his mouth wasn't preoccupied, he'd probably be grinning. He shifts his head that so even with the hips moving up, his mouth is only around the head. He gives a long "mmm" sound, making sure the lips vibrate against the skin. Then, as if testing it out, he tries making a little suction with his mouth to see what happens]

[After a moment of that, he'll lift his head so he can speak again, licking his lips]

More?

[It takes effort not to thrust his hips up when Allen starts to suck; it takes Clay pressing his hand down on his forehead, curling his toes in the sheets and letting out another moan, barely even thinking about needing to muffle the sound.

And - Then Allen lifts his head and stops, and what the hell why did he stop what - ]

Yes. [He sounds breathless, his hand sliding up to grip at his own hair.] Yes, more -

[It was arousing, seeing Clay reacting that strongly. Clearly, he was doing something right, and that was a great feeling to have. Sure, he said he'd do the hand but well...there was no saying he can't do that later. For now, he was more than willing to see what'd happen with this.]

Aye aye.

[He grins before lowering his head, opening his mouth to take the length in it again- this time going a bit past the head. He swirls his tongue some more, then presses it against parts of him to see what gets more of a reaction. Meanwhile the fingers at the base of the length move down a bit further, until they're brushing up against his scrotum and running his fingers along it]

[Allen moving lower in the first place gets more of a reaction out of Clay, his back arching while his hand grips his own hair, biting his lower lip to try stifling the moan that escapes. But when he starts to press his tongue to certain places, especially the spot right below the head?]

Ah!

[Yeah, he can't hold back that sound. He pushes his hips up, trying to get more of that feeling before he makes himself settle down, not wanting to startle Allen or make this bad or anything. Instead, he pulls his hand away from his hair to grip into Allen's instead, encouraging him to continue, if the way he babbles a bit doesn't do so for him.]

Ha, yes, just like that, ah...

[The sounds coming from Clay were incredible, but the push of his hips catches Allen by surprise. It pushes his erection further into mouth than he had been expecting, causing him to gag a little as it hits the roof of his mouth and pull back. Right, okay- he probably should have thought that might happen with how much hips jerk.]

[But it's not like he wants to stop hearing that pleading babble from Clay, or stop feeling those hands cling to his hair as encouragement. It gave him too much of a rush to see Clay like this, to know he's making his boyfriend feel this good.]

[So while he's pulled back, he'll turn his head to adjust the angle of his mouth to allow more room. Right, considering how much food he can eat at once- he could do this. Once he's confident he's at a better angle, he takes more of Clay into his mouth- making sure his tongue runs down those spots that made him react so strongly before. When he's far enough down (but this time not far enough to give him problems if Clay jerks his hips again), he clamps his lips onto the flesh and attempts to give a sucking sensation to see what happens]

[When Allen has to pull back, Clay lessens his grip on his hair and mutters out an apology, because yeah, he could feel that he pushed a bit too far there. He'll have to be a little more careful next time.

Which, damn, Allen's making that feat really hard to pull off. Now he knows which spots are sensitive, and god, when he starts to suck like that...

Well, Clay can't help jerking his hips upward again, though he tries to keep the movement slower and shorter than before, fingers curling in Allen's hair and the sheets as he lets out a louder moan, his tone breathless, a slightly desperate pitch to it. It's been so long since he's felt something like this that he knows he's not going to last much longer. Just a few more moments of this and he'll be gone, and he's so eager for it, enough that his fist bunches up the sheets below him and his back starts to arch a bit. Just a little more...]

Allen, Allen, I'm - nngh -

[Yeah, Allen hears Clay and picking up the body signals that Clay's pretty damn close. Which...yeah, while he didn't mind doing this- he really wasn't sure about getting a taste of what was going to come. Sure, he's definitely eaten some strange things before but even to him that seemed a bit much]

[And so he gives one more suck before he pulls back and takes his mouth off of Clay's erection, sitting up. To replace it, his hand slides back up and grips him, massaging those sensitive spots his tongue had found. His other hand slides down Clay's leg and finds that spot behind his knee again to massage as he echos a little what Clay said earlier]

You're so incredible, Cowboy. And you look amazing right now.

I want to find every little way to make you feel this good- or even better.

[There was, at first, a little whine when Allen pulled his head away, the loss of sensation when he was so close causing an ache, but the hand against his erection makes those noises of pleasure return once more. He's practically pleading for more with those sounds, wanting it to last and yet wanting to reach that high that waits for him at the end.

Which, at this point, he's fast approaching it. The way Allen strokes those spots, the way he massages the back of his knee, even those alone make him cling to his boyfriend with his face buried in his shoulder - He's so close, it feels like a tense wire just waiting to snap.

And then he says those words, and - that's it. His fingers dig in to Allen's back, tensing for a moment before the wire snaps, and he throws his head back with a cry as he reaches his orgasm, hips jerking up against Allen's hand.

He definitely made him feel very good, that's for sure.]

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