save_the_souls | driftfleet ♪ IC Contact: Year Two

[Clay can't help shifting closer during the kiss, pressing himself up against Allen as much as he can in their current position. He moves his legs to get them both up on the bed, hoping to make his next action easier; one hand slides up his torso, feeling along the muscles that he can feel from above the shirt with appreciation. Once it reaches Allen's shoulder, he holds on to it, the other hand moving to the back of his head to attempt to keep contact between their mouths as he starts to lean backward, pulling his boyfriend with him, until his back is against the bed.

Okay. Now that he's like this? It's way easier to throw that shyness of his aside. His desire is far outweighing the bashfulness, and once the kiss breaks, he curls his fingers to grip Allen's hair as he whispers near his ear:]

I want you to screw me senseless.

[He gets pulled closer and down towards the bed. He has to readjust himself as he gets pulled down, moving his legs so they are more straddling Clay, with his arms on each side of Clay's head as they wrap up that kiss.]

[When Clay whispers, he feels a shudder of energy go down his neck. He always did love it when he heard Clay talking dirty like that. Words that'd normally be forbidden in any other situation but here. So he's grinning as he looks down at Clay]

Is that right...?

[Clay's grinning as well as he lowers his head back down on the pillow, back arched slightly as if he wants their bodies touching, already wanting to feel his boyfriend pressed up against him.]

Mmhmm. [He moves both hands to let his fingers trial down Allen's chest, keeping eye contact all the while. And he knows full well that Allen likes the dirty talk just as much as he does, so he'll kick up a notch.] I want you to fuck me right into the mattress.

[Well, you can't say that Clay isn't being direct by what he wants. And Allen couldn't see why he couldn't do that for him- they've done this enough times where Allen knew what he was doing. Hell, it even sounded fun.]

Well, since you're asking so nicely...

[He leans down to give Clay a rough kiss, one of his hands on Clay's chest to help pin him against the bed. He keeps it up for a bit, rough and passionate - enough time to get into the mood for this. Then he pulls away, so he can lean down and whisper back in Clay's wear]

I'll fuck you so hard you'll see stars.

[The kiss has him reeling, and he curls his fingers into Allen's shirt as he returns it just as roughly, just as passionately. The feeling of being pinned down like this by so much strong than him and knowing he has nothing to worry about - god, it's an amazing feeling.

And when Allen pulls back and whispers that into his ear... Clay visibly shudders, biting lightly at his lower lip as he smiles around it. He shuts his eyes and shifts his legs a bit, squirming in delight from the feelings just that alone gave him.]

Mmm, yes. [He moves one hand to grip Allen's ponytail, the action a bit rougher than the way he'd usually do so, and pulls his head back to look up at him again.] Please, Allen.

[It was hard not to notice Clay's reaction when it was so blatant. It was clear he was really into this, really excited about the idea of doing this. Which honestly, was a bit infectious for Allen, making him feel excited as well. The harder pulling of his hair and the "please" only strengthen the feeling.]

[So, he gets to work, he pulls back enough so that he can move properly and starts using his hands to yank that tie Clay had been wearing for the meeting off of him as quickly as he can. As he works:]

Is this your shirt or mine?

[At least Allen actually knows how to get the tie off, whereas Clay would just pull on it until it came loose somehow. He pulls himself up just enough to lean back on his elbows, tilting his head back slightly so that Allen can have room to work.]

Too tight around the chest and shoulders? Definitely yours.

Ha- yes. [He'll reach over and pinch Clay's nipple through the shirt.] Point out that I'm smaller.

[But really that works out in his favor, as far as he's concerned. He owned about a dozen button up shirts, and he had no real attachment to this one, so once the tie is undone? He'll give him a mischievous smirk and grab the collar of the shirt on both sides as he starts quickly ripping the shirt open down the buttons- not caring if some of the buttons go flying.]

[And as soon as the shirt's entirely open? He'll lean down and start kissing the flesh, starting at Clay's collar bone and moving down, making sure to nip him once and awhile with his teeth]

[He lets out a little yelp from the pinch, his body curling just slightly from the intensity of it. Still, he gives a cheeky grin in response to that comment.

But then Allen's literally ripping the shirt open, and Clay can't help the gasp that escapes as he looks down at the mess that is his shirt now.]

Holy -

[And then Allen is on him, kissing and nipping at him, and Clay lets out a breathy moan as he tips his head back, then lowers back down to the bed to give Allen more room. He's only ever seen shirts being ripped off like that in dumb movies, usually as just an exaggeration, but that - that was real. And god, that was such a huge turn on, and Clay has to bite his lower lip as he lifts a hand to hold Allen's hair - no, more like grip the strands hard while he arches his torso up towards his boyfriend.]

Guess you don't... need that shirt anymore?

[He chuckles and breaks from his kissing as his eyes look up at Clay with a grin on his face]

Mm, I have a bunch of other shirts just like it. And I've always wanted to try it just once.

[Was that a sexy thing to say? He's not sure, even if it's the truth. But he returns to kissing and nipping him, down the sternum and further down the torso. He stops halfway down the stomach, when he's scooted back enough that he's now straddling his lap. Which...yeah, a bit hard not to notice how turned on Clay is down there when you're bumping into it. But he'll respond to it teasingly]

Ah...do your pants feel tight?

[Well, to Clay, that was a sexy thing to say, mostly because it is the truth. He gives a breathless little laugh because of it, hips arching up a bit and really, really wanting out of those pants already.

Which Allen ends up commenting on, and Clay looks a little sheepish from that question. His hands move to Allen's hips, where they slide down his upper thighs, then back up again.]

J-Just a bit, yeah. [And Allen being right up against him like that is both a relief and pure torture.]

Only a bit? [He asks coyly, and there's a grin on his face- with a bit of a shudder from Clay's hands on his thighs. The sort of grin someone wears when they are scheming.] That's no good...

[And so he moves over, so he's still straddling but now rubbing up gently against Clay's pants. He then starts undoing his own tie, slowly but surely while basically making a show of it. ]

[Oh. Clay definitely knows that smile by now. He feels a restless energy because of it, eager to see what Allen has in store.]

Well... maybe a little more than that.

[The way Allen shifts on top of him makes Clay shudder, and he rocks his hips upward against him, loving the feeling and reveling in that small bit of relief, even if it's still a bit torturous with the tight pants around him. And while he's doing that, he keeps his eyes trained on what Allen's doing, knowing exactly what's going on here, and he can't help licking his lips a little.]

Though I've got a feeling it's going to be a lot more than that before long.

[Granted, it's already a lot more than that, but hey.]

[Allen gives a little chuckle]

A lot more is good!

[He finishes untying the tie and pulls it off with a single pull before holding it over the side of the bed, and dropping it.]

[Now with that out of the way? He grinds a bit more against Clay and then reaches up to start slowly undoing the buttons of his top, never taking his eyes off Clay. He licks his lips in return.]

I am here to fuck you senseless after all.

[The grinding of Allen's hips against him, plus the way he said that, makes Clay bite his lower lip, rolling his own hips upward in time with Allen's movements.]

Ha... yeah. Yeah, you are.

[Clay watches Allen's fingers as they work, eyes on each bit of skin that he reveals. He wants to kiss every inch, wants to surge upward and press his lips and teeth and tongue against it, make Allen squirm and moan. But he also doesn't want to cut the show off, so he just watches, desire in his eyes as he lets his hands move up, fingers finding their way under Allen's shirt to stroke just above his hip bones.]

Fuck me so hard I won't even be able to think when we're done.

Count on it.

[His grin widens as he feels those hands stroke his hipbones and he sees those eyes looking at him with such desire. It was a look that made him feel incredible. Like all the bad things said about he looked were far away and without any grounds. After all, how could they be true when someone so honest like Clay was looking at him in such a way?]

[He continues the motions with his hips, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. When it's halfway down, and the shirt is starting to slip down his shoulders- he'll move one of his hands to run down Clay's chest- his nails lightly scratching all the way down.]

You can touch me if you'd like, you know.