Allen Walker (
save_the_souls) wrote2015-10-05 09:45 pm
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driftfleet ♪ IC Contact: Year Two

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NOTE: Some threads on this post may be considered NSFW.
Year One
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[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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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[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.