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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.]

[It was extraordinary, watching Clay fall over the edge like that. It wasn't really anything he's ever seen before, but God was it a scene he loved to see. He makes sure to keep his fingers stroking his length as he runs through the orgasm, trying to make sure he enjoys it to the fullest. He only slows to a stop when it seems that it's dying down, as well as taking his hand away from that knee]

How do you feel?

[With his leg free, Clay just lets it tilt lazily to the side, which is about how the rest of him feels like. He moves an arm up to drape across his forehead, breathing deep to catch his breath, and keeps his eyes shut while he just... floats in the feeling of utter satisfaction.]

Mmmm...

[... And he tilts up one corner of his lips in a lazy smirk.]

Like I just set off the big bang.

[EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY]

[Allen meanwhile was moving to lie down next to him, when that remark makes him stop halfway. Since hey, that theory was well after his time period]

The big- what?

The big bang. It's a popular scientific theory that - basically, that the universe started with a big explosion. A big bang.

[8D 8DD 8DDD]

[ . . . ]

Oh my God. Clay.

[TERRIBLE]

[BAHAHAHAHA

But no, honestly, his laughter is soft and fond, tinged with his afterglow that's still making him feel relaxed and a bit boneless. Once his laughter dies down, he reaches up to stroke Allen's cheek with the back of his fingers, looking at him with an expression that can only be described as loving.]

How do you feel?

[He rolls his eyes at Clay, but even with the bad pun, he still can't help breaking into a smile as he lays down next to him]

[At the question, he offers a faint snort] Like I could use some mouthwash.

[Manflesh is no fine taste. Seriously though-]

I feel good. Stellar, even. [He turns on his side, reaching an arm over Clay's abdomen] Feel like I finally know what all the fuss is about.

[He gives a faint little snort himself, his arm wrapping around Allen's shoulder to keep him against his side and let him rest his head on his shoulder. Yeah... Yeah, he feels him there with the mouthwash thing. He'd totally still kiss him, though.]

Told you I could make it amazing for the both of us. And here you thought you'd be bad at it. [He traces slow circles against Allen's shoulder.] You made me feel stellar, too.

[Which he'll do just that, moving to rest his head on that shoulder. God, this felt good.]

Yes, you were right. You did make it amazing, and you did a great job giving me an idea of what to do too. [Excellent course, would give you a chili pepper on RateMyProfessor. There's a bit of comfortable silence before he speaks up idly.]

It's...funny. Back home, people would make a big deal out of...well, you know. Your time period makes so many movies about how proper everyone tries to be. I mean not everyone's like that, especially among the poor and the company my Master kept- but...

[Right, get to the point] Anyway, thanks to all that, the first time I did something like this, I thought things would be different somehow. No idea what, but...it'd be something? At least something bad, since so many people would get so worked up about it.

And even though it's been a few times and nothing's changed... [A "ha" sound] I feel like there's a little part of my mind that's still waiting for it. Silly, isn't it?

Mmm, I don't think it's silly. You'd be amazed by how little things actually change in some places. My school was actually pretty good about the sex-ed thing, but other places? Man. They try hammering in that virginity is a precious and special thing that should never be given to anyone except the person you're sure you want to spend the rest of your life with or something, especially to the girls. [He raises his hands a bit to gesture, briefly stopping his circling motion to do so.] "Don't have sex! Ever! You'll get pregnant, and then you'll bleed from your eyes and die!"

[And then he lowers his hands again, going right back to tracing against Allen's shoulder as he rolls his eyes at all of that.]

We didn't get that, but it was still enough to make me wonder if doing it for the first time was going to be some cosmic event. Never happened.

Edited 2015-11-22 06:38 (UTC)

Really? That's surprising. [Considering how often he hears people from Clay's time remark on how prudish Victorians all are. Scary.] They don't actually tell people you'll bleed out of your eyes, do they? Because that doesn't happen, even if you have a sexually transmitted disease.

[Not that those were any walk in the park either...especially syphilis. Yeesh. Still, it was good to know he wasn't alone in thinking that way. Enough that he'll reply lightly]

And I don't know about this not being cosmic- didn't you just describe this to feel like "the big bang"?

I don't even know what'd actually make you bleed out of your eyes. [...] And no, I don't really want to know, either.

[Ugh. The image alone makes him want to shudder. He'll focus on Allen's reply instead, which makes him laugh lightly - which Allen will likely bodily feel, with his arm across Clay's abdomen and all.]

Well, no cosmic event could be greater than that, so you got me there. But you know what I mean.

[It's a good thing Clay clarified, because Allen was opening his mouth to say JUST WHAT WOULD DO THAT, BUT- oh. Okay.] - Ah, right. Of course.

[Moving on then! And he snickers back]

Yeah, I know what you mean. We're still the same. It just...felt good- really good.

[Look talking about things that can literally make your eyes bleed isn't something he wants to talk about post-sex okok]

Mmhmmm. Really good.

[Clay tilts his head forward a bit to kiss him, the action slow and tender, before he leans his head back enough to talk quietly.]

And there's lots of different ways to do it. We can try whatever we want. I can show you what else I know, too...

[But it's such a great time for it- except that it's really not. Allen's just a freak with a freaky life.]

[He'll return that slow and tender kiss, smiling into it. He keeps his voice low as well when he responds]

Really? [Now that was an interesting idea. His head tilts a little against his shoulder, smiling coyly] I don't suppose that means you don't have anything else you need to do today, hm?

Just some paperwork. Paperwork that can be put off for the day.

[He returns that smile, though his body isn't quite up to a second round just yet. But another few minutes, especially with Allen like this, and he's sure he'll be raring to go again.]

You know. Unless you have things to do.

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