driftfleet ♪ IC Contact: Year Two

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"You've reached Allen Walker. I'm not around, please leave a message!"

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[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...

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[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?

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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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[He gives a little chuckle as his fingers trace at the line of his muscles. Sure, he still needs a couple minutes too, but not like they didn't have time]

Nothing urgent. Go ahead and put off that paperwork.

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Well, in that case...

[With his arm around Allen's shoulder and the other snaking around his waist, Clay turns to his back, pulling the other with him so that Allen can rest comfortably on top of him. It feels amazing already, their bare bodies up against each other like this, and Clay has to revel in the intimacy of it all, looking at Allen with fondness in his eyes more than anything.]

Consider that paperwork officially put off.

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[He lets himself be pulled, rolling with the movement until he's lying on top of him. He brings up one of his hands so it rests under his chin on Clay's chest, looking up at him with a smile. He loved the closeness, the comfort between them.]

Yar, you make a fine choice, Cowboy.