[Clay would respond, but he's all wrapped up in a kiss before he can get to it. Instead, he lets out a pleased sound in the kiss and gladly returns it, hands sliding over Allen's shoulders and down to his chest, then back up again. He feels his chest flutter, butterflies in his stomach, the fire of something new and amazing yet comfortable.
It's why, when the kiss breaks for a moment to let them catch their breath, Clay lets out a quiet, fond, happy little laugh, forehead against Allen's, and finally responds in kind.]
I really like you, too.
[And after that, he tilts his head to kiss him again, one hand moving up to hold his cheek. Yeah... yeah. He really, really likes this guy.]
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It's why, when the kiss breaks for a moment to let them catch their breath, Clay lets out a quiet, fond, happy little laugh, forehead against Allen's, and finally responds in kind.]
I really like you, too.
[And after that, he tilts his head to kiss him again, one hand moving up to hold his cheek. Yeah... yeah. He really, really likes this guy.]