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Ha- maybe for your birthday. [Since that's still plenty of months off.]

[But he had to admit, it was always humbling when Clay took that band-aid off his nose around Allen. He knew that it was a show of trust, a statement of the intimacy between them. It spoke deeper than many of the words that were said between them]

[And so in response, he'll take a moment to reach one of his hands out for Clay, gently touching his cheeks and then very gently that scar - showing that he's well aware by what Clay means by that gesture. He smiles at him, warm and loving. ]

Yes, my love, I'm ready.

[He smiles back in that same way, always so, so grateful for the fact that Allen understands just how much it means for him to take off his bandage and show his scar. It's a level of intimacy and trust that's beyond words, it's giving all of himself to someone he loves so much. When Allen's hand touches his cheek, Clay leans into it, eyes shutting briefly.

But, well, they've got other things to do, and Clay knows how impatient Allen can be.]

Okay.

[It's a little heads-up, at least, that he's starting now. With that word, he ducks his head a bit, then starts to move his hips forward, slowly and gently pushing inside him - especially so at the start. This is something Allen hasn't done in a long time, as far as Clay knows, and taking it slow is important.

Still. Oh god, it already feels amazing, and Clay shuts his eyes and takes in a shaky little gasp. Keep going slow, keep going slow, this is much different from fingers and all...]

[It really was different from the fingers, or really, anything Allen's experienced in his limited history of such matters. Even with all the prep, Clay pushing inside him feels tight. Tight and almost uncomfortable in a place he was not at all accustomed to feeling, well, anything. Mostly, Allen coudn't shake just how odd this felt at the moment.]

[He sucks in his breath as Clay moving slowly into him. The fingers taught him that something really good was going to happen once he got far enough in. It was just a matter of waiting for that little bit more....]

[Clay doesn't push fully inside, what with his fingers not being able to reach as far with the prep. But once he's buried up to that point, he stops, then lets out a long, heavy sigh as he dips his head to rest it against Allen's shoulder. Here comes the hard part: waiting for his lover to get used to the tight and uncomfortable feeling enough.]

Haa - Tell me when it's okay to move?

[He moves one hand to toy with the curls of hair just above Allen's length, waiting for his response.]

[There's a few more deep breaths on his side as he adjusts. It's probably going to take a few times before he fully adjusts to this feeling, but he can make do for now. As long as it leads to an end they both want.]

[Finally, he'll give a nod]

Do it.

[Oh thank god. Clay gives a nod against Allen's shoulder, and as he pulls his hips back, he moves his hand to slide along Allen's arousal, letting it move with his hips to simulate something like what he's feeling right now for him. He moves slow for now, knowing that they ought to be careful during the first time, and - god, this is feeling amazing already, and Clay lets out a quiet groan against Allen's shoulder.]

Mm, Starlight...

[He'd forgotten how good it felt on this side of things, though he does keep an ear out for Allen's reactions. He's aiming for the prostate, but he knows full well that it's harder to hit it like this than with his fingers earlier.]

[On the one hand, the hand on his member does feel damn good, and it's very appreciated. One hand moves to the back of Clay's neck, to help stabilize himself. and keep him from trying to get sidetrack from the main event]

[Which that? Makes his breath hiss a little as Clay goes into him again. It doesn't quite hit the spot, but that's alright- this stuff takes practice right? At least he has a memory of what area the fingers had touched to make him react]

Ah...l-little to the left- [Oh wait] My left.

[And Clay - has to stop himself for a second with a hiss of his own, because wow he was so about to go to his own left right then and there.]

Ha - Right... my right.

[He shifts a bit, letting his teeth graze against the side of Allen's neck as he lifts his head to look down at him, get a better view of him as he pushes in again, this time following Allen's instructions. His hand keeps moving as well, stroking against the places that he knows he likes best.]

Is that good?

[This time when Clay pushes in? It's pretty clear he hit the right spot. There's that powerful surge of feeling that goes through him, even stronger than it was with the fingers- especially the way Clay is stroking him in all the right spots. His head falls back and he gives out a loud surprised moan. So this was the feeling that Clay had been talking about. Intense only began to cover it.]

[He has to suck in his breath a little before he talks, trying to sort out words in his head]

Fuck, aye- [Ngh that came out sounding thick] - It's good.

[There we go. Just the sight of Allen throwing his head back like that was breathtaking, not to mention the sound he made... While his head's tipped back, Clay first nips his chin, then his jawline, then finally gives his ear a little tug with his teeth, all while continuing to thrust against that same spot, this time a little harder, a little faster. Of course, he's not going to hit it every time, but damn, he's going to try.

The accent makes him chuckle, the sound breathless, and he takes in a deep breath of his own as he tries to piece together his thoughts enough to speak.]

You... mmm... keep talking like that, if you... if that's - ah, natural.

[It's honestly really goddamn hot, knowing that he's making Allen lose his control of his accent a little there.]

[The way he naturally talked was up for debate. A debate that Allen was in absolutely no state of thinking about, with what was going on right now. Before he could spare a thought to linguistics, he feels Clay thrusting into him again- a little faster and harder against that spot, and with it another jolt of that fantastic feeling that makes him makes another sound of pleasure.]

[Right, who cares right now what he sounds like. He feels one of his legs lifting up and trying to wrap around Clay's waist, as if in hopes of helping him hold to that spot he keeps trying to hit as his hips start to try to move into the rhythm Clay is going by. ]

Clay- [His accent's heavy alright, not to mention breathless.] God you're fine.

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