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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[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.]

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[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.