[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.]
Action; 3/06;
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.]