[His reaction this time isn't quite as... well, reactive, now that he knows what it feels like again, now that it isn't so much of a lightning bolt of pleasure. But it still makes him bite his lower lip and push his hips forward again, loving the feeling, never wanting it to stop, please keep going. Every push of Allen's fingers sends pleasant sensations up his spine and seems to travel through his fingers and toes, because it feels so new, so - so fucking amazing.
And since Allen's busy with his ear, Clay can't exactly tip his head forward to bite at his neck again, and he needs skin-on-skin contact so badly at this point. So the hand at Allen's arm moves to slide under his shirt instead, fingers exploring his abdomen and side, while the one in his hair moves down, nails scraping lightly against the back of his neck instead.]
Feels - ah...
[Yeah, that's about all he can get out, except for murmuring Allen's name again.]
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And since Allen's busy with his ear, Clay can't exactly tip his head forward to bite at his neck again, and he needs skin-on-skin contact so badly at this point. So the hand at Allen's arm moves to slide under his shirt instead, fingers exploring his abdomen and side, while the one in his hair moves down, nails scraping lightly against the back of his neck instead.]
Feels - ah...
[Yeah, that's about all he can get out, except for murmuring Allen's name again.]