save_the_souls | driftfleet ♪ IC Contact: Year Two

[Y e p, that's something Clay's noticing as he's climbing onto the bed too, hands and knees sinking into it slightly - like, when was the last time he actually sunk into a bed?]

Dude. Dude!

[HOLY SHIT YEAH, he is definitely bouncing on the bed. He kind of wants to jump on it, but man, he doesn't want to risk bumping his head or anything.]

This is really nice! It's like lying on a cloud! [He flops over on his back, a breathless laugh escaping, and he turns his head to look at Allen with a big grin.] Seriously, could we plan a heist for some of these beds or something?

[Allen meanwhile flops on the bed along with him, rolling a bit in spot with a big grin on his face. He'll look over at Clay when he suggests that]

Ah- I wish, but I think they might notice their bed missing!

[He rolls to his side, half to face Allen, half to just feel the sensation of doing so on such a nice bed, and gestures a bit as he talks.]

No, see, what if... what if we switch out this bed for one of ours? I mean, it's all kinds of illegal, but it'd totally be worth it!

[He kids, because he knows they can't actually do it. But it's nice to consider it...!]

Edited 2015-12-16 06:09 (UTC)

Ha! Oh yes! Because they'll never notice us bringing in our own bed!

[Its the perfect plan!! He'll move to his side as well, facing Clay]

Maybe someday we could have a bed like this. It could be a goal! Have a bed that feels like a cloud.

[He laughs in response, letting one arm pillow his own head while the other stays between the two of them. But oh, a goal like that...]

We can work towards it, see if we can get one like this on another planet somewhere! A bed of our very own, just like this.

[Which... wow, that's going in a little deep, saying that they'd both someday own a bed to share. But where he might have pushed away from that before, it feels... not so bad to talk about now - or, in this case, talk hypotheticals about.]

[Very much hypothetical really. A little fantasy of the future, since hey- why not? ]

Yeah, exactly! And in quarters big enough to fit it!

[Since yeah he's pretty sure there's no way his room would fit this king sized bed that's impossible]

[Maybe it they tipped it to the side a bit! And had nothing else in the room whatsoever!]

And big enough for all our other stuff, too! Next goal: big room. Or maybe we should make that the first goal...

Oh, good point!

[He'll roll onto his back so he can give a big wave with his arms to emphasize as he talks.]

Okay, first a big room! One with those big window that lets you see the stars. And then a big bed that feels like clouds.

[Oooh, nice touch with the windows! Clay grins when he hears that, then rolls onto his back as well, watching Allen's gesturing as he interlaces his fingers on his chest.]

That sounds stellar. And it'd be right near the med bay so you can get there easily - oh, and big enough to fit all of your Halloween stuff and my space stuff.

[He laughs]

I'd rather be right near the kitchen, but yeah! That'd be perfect!

[And he laughs too, because of course, the kitchen]

Then replace the med bay with the kitchen. Or have it be both ways, with the kitchen one way and the med bay the other! There, that'd be perfect.

Ha. That is perfect.

[He'll roll again on his side and faces him, a grin on his face and willing to steer things back on track before it gets too serious of a talk. since hey, they're here to have fun tonight]

Though I'd imagine you didn't want to go to a hotel just to talk about beds.

[Clay looks at him for a moment, a grin on his face as well, though that changes into something more coy as he turns to his side, facing Allen, and reaches out to draw a slow line down his torso.]

Well, I sure wanted to do something involving a bed...

[He'll shiver a little, before scooting closer to him]

Oh?

Mmm.

[He shifts forward as well, letting his fingers stop their line at Allen's abdomen and draw lazy circles there. When he's close enough, he'll duck his head to kiss at his neck, along the side of it and up to his ear, where he'll murmur quietly,]

I want to see how loud I can get it to creak when I'm screwing you into it. I want it to catch you when you're having the best orgasm of your life.

[He kisses his ear, then brushes his lips against his jawline.]

Or, on the flip side... I want it to be the only thing I can think of to hold on to when I'm screaming your name. I want to sink into it when I'm absolutely spent, when I can't think of anything except you.

[Heat and blush spreads over the bridge of his nose and cheeks as he listens to Clay's dirty talk. It's crude and explicit, definitely not something he'd ever catch himself saying in regular conversation. Yet even so, and maybe it was because it was so explicit and crude, he couldn't help but find it so hot to hear Clay say those things in that way. To touch and kiss him that way.]

[He can feel shivers down his neck, and his breath was starting to hitch with those kisses. His fingers reach out for Clay, curling into the fabric of his shirt as he tries to pull closer.]

Ah...those are some good uses for it.

[He tilts his head to let him have more room along that jawline, taking a breath as he tries to at least follow the dirty talk.]

Are you really going to...screw me into it? [YEAH HE SAID IT WITHOUT DYING]

[GOOD JOB CLAY'S SO PROUD. Well, more like he's turned on just from that. He takes in a breath, fingers curling into Allen's shirt, then presses kisses against the exposed jawline and the skin just beneath it. Feeling Allen shiver, hearing his breathing hitch and talking dirty in return - god, it's so hot.]

Mmhmm. I'm gonna make you see stars.

[You can't take the space out of the spaceman. His fingers trail lower, teasing the edge of Allen's shirt and brushing against the skin just above the waistline of his pants.]

Or you can do it to me. Me below you, clutching your back, moaning your name... Whatever we want. The night's ours.

[Oh yeah, he was definitely being turned on by what Clay was doing. Part of him was surprised to find himself feeling so turned on by Clay talking like that, suggesting those things- but there was no denying he could feel an unexpected thrill from it along with the pleasant feeling coming from Clay's lips.]

Ah...

[he knows what Clay is suggesting, and both options sound so appealing. But he also knows what they're planning to do was something he had little experience in, so he takes another moment, enjoying Clay's small touches, before he works up the courage to yet again speak:]

S-Screw... [He swallows, deciding to just murmur it quietly back] ...Screw me hard enough to see stars, and I'll reward you with the Big Bang.

Edited 2015-12-20 06:42 (UTC)

[Those words get Clay to shiver, heat gathering in his stomach and spreading through his veins. He lets out a soft, quiet sound against Allen's neck, his breath hitching as he lifts his head up to be face to face with him.]

Then... the stars await.

[And with that, he leans in to kiss him with passion, his other hand moving up to cup the side of Allen's neck. Hearing Allen say those words was such a turn on, and him peppering them with space terms, letting him know that he's listening and learning? It's just as touching as much as it is ridiculously attractive.]

[Well it is hard to forget something like the big bang after the last time Clay used that term in the bedroom. But it was true that he retained the knowledge, that he was trying to learn. Trying to get an understanding of the universe Clay loved so dearly.]

[He returns that kiss of passion with equal sentiment. He loves this man and he wants this man. His hand moves to the back of Clay's head, combing through the untamed dark locks of hair, enjoying the feel of it through his fingers.]

[The kiss continues a little while, before Allen finally pulls away. He moves to sit up next to clay, reaching up to pull out the ribbon in his hair and shaking his head in a fashion that makes his hair tumble down his shoulders just so for the effect. All the while, his eyes stay on Clay, making it known the gesture was fully intentional]

[Clay pushes himself up slightly, balancing his weight with his arm as he watches Allen, eyes full of admiration, love and want. He always found Allen's hair beautiful, even before they got close like this. White like the stars in the sky, like the moon at night. Seeing it tumble out of the ponytail like that, Allen eyes on him to make his full intent known - it makes Clay bite his lower lip lightly around a smile. He wants nothing more than to run his fingers through his hair, to kiss him, to love him, to -

He sits up to do just that, hands lifting to slides his fingers into his hair while he leans in to press his forehead to Allen's for a moment.]

Ha... my Starlight.

[He grins as Clay predictably goes right for Allen's hair. Maybe it was shallow, but a part of him couldn't help but love how beautiful Clay found it. It made him feel beautiful in return...a rather uncommon feeling for Allen, really.]

[His fingers lift up to brush down Clay's chest as his forehead presses against his]

My Cowboy...

[He smiles and his hand tries to brush down Clay's chest again, except this time it's...more confused. Like he was trying to find the buttons of Clay's shirt to unbutton in a seductive manner except]

[...Oh right. Clay never wears buttons. This is now a bit embarrassing.]

[He does wear buttons! He just... happens to not do so when he's like this with Allen.

At first, Clay doesn't get what Allen's trying to do and thinks he's just feeling his chest. Which, okay, he has a fine torso along with a lot of other fine things, so that's cool. But he seems to be doing it in a confused way, and pausing and -

Ah. He gets it now. With a chuckle, Clay leans back, keeping his eyes on Allen as he reaches his hands up, giving him full access to his shirt.]

Go on, I know you want it off.

[He returns the chuckle, pulling his hand away to brush a lock of his own hair behind his wear sheepishly]

Yes, well, only because you have a very fine body.

[VERY FINE. But right. He'll lean back forward again and grab the bottom of Clay's shirt so he can pull it off him, making it quick as he can. Once it's off, he'll toss the shirt aside carelessly and move his head down to kiss at Clay's now exposed collarbone.]

"Only", he says...

[Never mind that the compliment makes him blush a bit. He leans back slightly to give Allen more room, one hand moving back to support his weight on the bed, the other moving up to stroke Allen's hair, loving the way it flows through his fingers. But, well, he also loves the feeling of Allen kissing his collarbone, and he can't help smiling from it.]

Mmm... I really love your hair, you know? I mean, you probably do know. But I really, really like the color and everything.

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