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[save_the_souls]

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

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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.