[Clay leans his head back and shuts his eyes when Allen starts kissing along his jawline, a quiet, happy sound escaping from his lips. He loves the feeling, the intimacy of it, how it makes him feel like he's floating. He smiles from it, his hands lifting up to find their way to Allen's hair again. Don't stop, don't stop...
When he feels both hands against his stomach, he can't help opening his eyes and giving a quiet gasp because - wow, that's... new! He hadn't ever felt Allen's other hand before, though he knew what it was (to an extent, at least), and feeling it right there on his stomach...
He lets out the little breath he took in as a chuckle, lowering his head a little to look down at Allen's hands (or what he sees of them, anyway).]
Is that...?
[He doesn't sound the least bit weirded out, honestly. In fact, it's kind of... humbling? Allen had kept that hand covered all this time, so now...]
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When he feels both hands against his stomach, he can't help opening his eyes and giving a quiet gasp because - wow, that's... new! He hadn't ever felt Allen's other hand before, though he knew what it was (to an extent, at least), and feeling it right there on his stomach...
He lets out the little breath he took in as a chuckle, lowering his head a little to look down at Allen's hands (or what he sees of them, anyway).]
Is that...?
[He doesn't sound the least bit weirded out, honestly. In fact, it's kind of... humbling? Allen had kept that hand covered all this time, so now...]