Drift Fleet Inbox, pt. 2

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art by arumajikaru
A catch all for Clay Terran at driftfleet, part two.
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Action; 3/06;

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[Spurred by the sounds Allen's making, Clay grazes his teeth against the tattoo, nibbling at the areas he knows are more sensitive than others. At his request, he lets out a moan of approval, then fulfills that request, moving his hand faster, tightening his grip on the both of them, his breathing getting heavier. His other hand, the one holding himself up, moves down a little, just enough to grab a fistful of Allen's hair and give it a light tug]

G-Got this... ha...

Action; 3/06;

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[At this point, Allen's basically putty in Clay's hands. The other knows his sensitive spots so well, knows all the places to nibble and touch. His head falls back against the pillow, letting Clay's hand get in reach of his hair to grip, as his hips continue moving into those strokes, that touch. His voice on the other hand, is far from quiet. He's gasping, and moaning out Clay's name in bliss in between breathes.

He probably won't last much longer at this rate. His hand runs up into the back of Clay's hair to return his own light tugs.]