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[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.

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