geonomy | Drift Fleet Inbox, pt. 2

Ack - !

[Yup, Allen sure fell right on top of him. He's strong and firm enough for the weight to not squish him, but it still enough to make a whuff of air come out. He blinks a couple of times, then gives a big, sheepish smile as he holds both hands up in a way to placate him.]

I-It's okay! We weren't exactly expecting a...

[He tips his head back against the bed, as if he were trying to look at the wall behind it]

... Water bed? [And then he lets out a groan as his arms fall up near his head] Water bed. Of course.

[ Good call, as Allen was definitely fretting about him being okay. He breathes a little sigh of relief when he sees that does seem the case, but he's still confused and embarrassed. ]

A water- what?

[Allen sorta missed out on this era of bed furniture ok]

A water bed. Someone thought it'd be cool to sleep on water, so they made a bed out of it. See, feel - [As he pushes his hand down into the bed, which makes the whole thing move.] I've only felt one once or twice while bed shopping back home, but never actually slept on one.

[ He listens closely to Clay's explanation, and feels his demonstration.

. . . .]

That's just stupid.

Right?

[Granted, Clay doesn't know the actual history of how and why the water bed was made or anything, nor does he care, but he figures it must've just sounded neat, and so it was made.]

But it's what we got, I guess. Which, you know... water planet, water bed?

[ Yeah that sounds about right. Yet another artifact showing man's hubris. ]

Right...I guess it's not like they have much else to make beds out of.

[He sighs. This is going to be a pain]

But I guess we'll just have to keep it...low-key? So neither of us go flying.

[The mental image makes him snort, then laugh, his hand moving so that the back of his wrist rests over his forehead]

Haha! Right, okay... back to being in the mood!

[This is gonna be so weird, but hopefully not impossible...?]

[Clay's laugh is contagious, so he finds himself laughing along with him]

Right, right okay! First-

[He gets off Clay and slowly scoots himself towards the middle of the bed, carefully lying down to cause as few ripples as possible. ]

Um...ready?

Okay then!

[Clay moves too, trying to be slow and careful, until he straddles Allen's hips, then leans over enough to start trailing both hands down his sternum, taking his time to explore the grooves his muscles show.]

So... how do you wanna do this?

Hmm...

[He thinks about it, all the while reaching up to trace his fingers along Clay's jawline. ]

Anal would be too much thrusting... [just asking for a disaster on a water bed] Maybe something like... [Shit was was the term? Oh well. He sits up a little and lifts his hips enough so his parts meet with Clay's. That should send the message right?]

[Well, that feels good, but Clay doesn't quite get the message... but then he does, his eyes widening a little when he realizes]

Oh! That one!

[He presses his hips down as a response, then leans forward, leaning his weight on one arm above Allen's head while the other hand curls around the back of his neck]

Yeah... I think that'll work.

[He makes a pleased little moan in response to Clay pressing down, repeating the motion as one of his legs wraps around one of Clay's loosely.]

Mm...good. I think it's been awhile since we've done this one.

[He moves his hand to the back of Clay's head so he can pull him down a little to start kissing him along his jawline]

Mm, yeah... [He shuts his eyes and lets out a breathy moan, tilting his head up so that Allen can kiss as much as he wants and pushing his hips down again] Usually we just do this for foreplay... right?

Yeah....usually.

[His kisses keep going down one side of his jaw until he reaches his chin. Then he tilts his head back a little further so he can kiss at the corners of Clay's lips, only pausing on occasion to let out a little moan of his own]

Not always though. Ha...remember that time when we were stuck on the Marsiva for a month?

Do I?

[He gives a breathy chuckle while his fingers massage against the back of Allen's neck. After Allen gives a few kisses, Clay turns his head enough to first give his cheek a nudge, then to meet Allen's lips with his own, turning them into kisses that are none too chaste]

We didn't have much else to do... so we just explored what we could do. It was - ha - enlightening.

[He returns those kisses eagerly, his hand raising up to run down Clay's back again, nails scratching lightly. ]

I'll say ... think we were experts by the time it was over.

It sure felt like it.

[He pulls back from those kisses for a moment, the smile he gives turning a bit more coy]

We were... pretty much doing this before we really started dating, right? [They'd never take it this far, but there was definitely some frotting going on there, enough that they'd have to physically stop themselves from taking it even further. The hand against Allen's neck slides around now, over his shoulder and down his torso, his abdomen...]

And next, we... [He lets his hand illustrate what he was going to say, by wrapping it around both of their dicks to start slowly stroking them together. The action makes him let out a soft sound of pleasure, though he still keeps that smile up]

Ha- you mean like that time we got carried away in Ino's room? [Right before they agreed to start dating seriously. Allen's pretty sure he could never forget that night] I still can't believe we did that-

[But he gets cut off from that thought as Clay wraps his hand around them, letting out a surprised moan as his hand moves to clutch Clay's hip.]

- Yes. That.

[Clay lets out a slightly breathless chuckle, then leans his head down to kiss along Allen's jawline, an obvious smile on his face as he does so]

I didn't want to keep going until we were serious about each other. [He gives them both a harder tug before speeding up the pace, his breathing getting a little heavier against Allen's skin as a result] And when we were...

We lasted what? Not even a week before we were doing this? [He moans again, his own breath getting heavier. His hand wanders down from his hip to Clay's rear, feeling it up.]

I'll tell you a secret though. [He tilts his head so he can half-whisper into Clay's ear, his breath hot on the skin] I was fantasizing doing it from the very first date.

[The touch gets Clay to give Allen's jawline a light bite, and his stroking starts to get a bit more vigorous while he pushes his hips down, eager to feel more. He tilts his own head, shivering from the breath against his ear, and then he lets out a moan when he hears what Allen's secret is.]

Mmm... [He kisses against Allen's neck, then to his jawline again, until his lips brush up against Allen's ear] You're not the only one.

[Thankfully, Clay already knew Allen was much older than he looked at that time, otherwise it would've been incredibly awkward.]

Edited 2017-04-01 04:33 (UTC)

[Yeah seriously awkward.

He gives a small laugh, that turns into another pleased sound as the strokes become more vigorous. His hips push up, wanting to feel more. The hand not on Clay's rear (which is still getting a good feel of it), moves up his back towards the back of his neck, feeling the defined muscles on the way up.]

I mean... [He catches his breath a little] I never really thought that way before. Even the people I dated before, it took awhile to think of them in that sort of manner, you know? [They were friends long before there was any idea of dating. And even after the dating started, it took months to build up anything physical - if ever]

But you... [He moans again as he says the next sentence] God, I wanted you.

[His cheeks are already burning from what they're doing, but even then, he can still feel the flush of warmth that pools in his cheeks, that bursts in his chest and spreads to his fingers and toes, making him let out another moan from all that. What Allen's describing is essentially attraction at first sight, but Clay can't deny that he felt it, too. That connection, the 'click' that he felt, the way his inner self just went, "oh, I found you". Not only on an emotional level, but a physical one, too. Ino had told him that Allen didn't think he was dateable, but god, Clay thought the exact opposite after their first date. He'd practically glued himself to the device hoping for a positive response from Allen.

And here they are now, having fulfilled their want, yet still feeling so much of it. He leans his head down to bite and nibble at Allen's neck, then sucks hard enough to make a mark appear.]

When we were in that room... I didn't want to stop. I wanted to take all your clothes off and have you just like this. I've been wanting to do that for a while... Ha... [He grins against his skin] Like our second date... when we totally missed that race... God, I wanted you so bad, even then.

[Allen wasn't the most poetic sorts of people. There was many times when he was lost for words to describe his feelings for Clay, as well as what they had together. "We're in love" was certainly true, and Allen regularly told Clay of his love. But sometimes it felt those words didn't go deep enough to describe it all, to describe the emotional and physical pull this man had on him.

He makes a little "Ah!" sound when he starts biting and sucking on his neck, but it's clearly a very pleased one, if him tilting his head to make him more room wasn't a given. ]

Ha...you know, if you hadn't stopped us...I think I would've let you. [Have him like this]

...Well, alright, maybe not on our second date since we were in an waystation, but in that room. [He lift his pelvis again, his face flushed] It definitely crossed my mind.

[Clay lets out a breathless laugh against Allen's neck, then moves further down, until he can bite at his right shoulder, then kiss down to the start of his tattoo.]

I'm glad, though... That it worked out the way it did. [He speeds up the stroking he's doing to the both of them; the intensity that's getting to him makes him rest his forehead against Allen's chest and let out a groan of pleasure, his breath hot against his skin] You're so incredible, Starlight...

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