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Very subtle.

[He leans down to give Allen a hug around the shoulders, just to get some of the mirth out.

And when he does, he looks down at the communicator to see if he's at a stopping point... then goes ahead and takes it out of his hands to set it aside - slowly, in case he still wants to talk to Alex or not do what he'll suggest or anything.]

But, you know... She is right.

[And you know, he'll let him do that without any resistance. He is so done with the communicator for tonight. He'll turn a little in order to get a good look at Clay, his expression half amused]

Truly? Are you suggesting we listen to her and actually make out in my best friend's room?

[Oddly, this tone doesn't sound like he's entirely against the idea like you think it would be.]

I may just be suggesting that.

[Since there's enough room, he'll move around, keeping a hand on Allen's shoulder, and slide into his lap, straddling both him and the chair. Okay, so he is suggesting that, and he's suggesting it loud and clear.]

You know, unless you want to walk all the way back to the shuttle.

[Yeah there is absolutely no question of what he's suggesting right now. Allen's hand reaches out to his hips, to hold him to make sure he doesn't fall off. This was a little weird, being in Ino's room like this, but...well, it was a long way to the shuttle. And probably late enough in the evening where going anywhere would make it pretty late before they do anything.]

[And you know what? Who cares. Ino gave them permission, and doing was always easier than thinking about how embarrassing and awkward this whole thing was. Allen hated talking about that stuff, but it sure felt good. And honestly, he'd rather not think on what just happened anymore than he had to]

...Not really. [Yeah. He's fine here] Ha- think you can get me to forget the past hour?

[And that's pretty much all the confirmation Clay needs. He keeps his eyes on Allen as he leans back, trusting him to hold him up, takes off his visor, and sets it on the table behind him. It's only get in the way during this, after all.

When he leans back in, he slides both hands through Allen's hair until he reaches the back of his head, pressing a few kisses to his jawline all the while, then lifts his head to murmur:]

You don't have to worry about that. I'll make sure the past hour is nothing but empty space in your head.

[... Of course, he's going to remember the past hour for the rest of his life, because that was the best thing ever, but. That's just him.]

[Sure Clay, go ahead and remember this day for them all. Allen will make a note to never ask if you start snickering at the memories]

[He can feel his chest flutter at each kiss on his jawline. When he's sure Clay is leaning enough against not to fall over, he lets go just so he can pull off the glove on his normal hand and tosses it onto the ground haphazardly. Once that's done, his hands go back to holding onto him.]

[There's a quiet laugh and smile that comes on his face at the space pun. Of course even now Clay would make one. That's just him. It seems to reassure him even more and he'll murmur.]

I really like you.

[He doesn't really think about it when he says it, but he knows it's the truth. But that's all he really says before he moves his gloved hand to the back of Clay's head and pulls him into a kiss]

[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.]

[ He can't help but feel elated when Clay returns the sentiment. When their lips meet again, he lets out his own little happy sound and returns the kiss eagerly, feeling a strong sense of warmth and excitement. His hand that was on the back of his neck starts to slide up into his hair. ]

[Clay really liked him too. He hadn't expected that thought to make him feel so happy. Yet here he was, feeling utterly aflutter over it. ]

[ The other hand starts to slowly explore down his hip as the kissing goes on. Down the hip and side of where his thigh starts, then slowly towards the backside to uh...yeah. That may be an attempt to cop a feel. What? He's straddling Allen so it's right there and very fine, okay]

[To be fair, Clay does have a very fine ass, so it's not much of a surprise that someone wants to cop a feel, especially when it's right there. It is, however, a surprise that Allen's doing it, considering everything that happened in the last hour alone.

The contact makes him break the kiss with a gasp, and it takes him a second to comprehend that yes, it's definitely Allen copping a feel there. When that realization settles, though? He lets out a low chuckle, then slides his hips forward until they're pressed further against Allen's, biting his lower lip around a playful smile. He is absolutely, 100% fine with Allen keeping his hand there and for them to maybe kick it up a notch, and he punctuates it by dipping his head slightly to kiss him again, deeper and more enthusiastically this time.

This is much more comfortable than the shuttle, let's be real here.]

[There's a key difference between what he was doing now and how he reacted talking to Alex. Well two key differences, seeing how really didn't know Alex all that well while Clay he's been seeing for over a month now. But the main reason causing the difference in contrast was the amount of thought going on. Thinking about and communicating this stuff in words got him flustered. However right now? There was very little thinking involved- just enjoyment of how good it all feels.]

[Which before any of that good feeling could be muddled by Clay breaking the kiss? He feels Clay's hips slide against his until their pressing, getting a gasp out of him since damn- he hasn't felt that in a long time. It takes him a second to comprehend it, even on the basic level he's running on right now]

[But when he does? He'll match that playful smile of Clay's with a grin, right before he shifts his hips against him and continues feeling up that very fine ass. The kiss he'll follow along with as well, allowing it to go deeper and for Clay to have dominance of it.]

[I mean, it felt good- so, why not?]

[It felt amazing. It's been a long time since he felt this too, and getting back into it with someone he really likes, someone he trusts, feels so, so good. He cups Allen's jaw in his hands as he takes control of the kiss for now, his hips rolling downward against Allen's, and he can't help letting a quiet noise escape within the kiss. His hands drift down, stroking the sides of his neck, and -

Well, at that point, it's way to be hot to be wearing a jacket. He pulls his hands back to start sliding it off, and though he tries to keep up the kiss, it's a bit awkward to be focusing on that and figuring out what a jacket even is at the same time. So Clay breaks the kiss, though he still keeps close, breathing a little heavier as he starts to slide the jacket off in earnest.]

Doing okay?

[Always best to check up on your partner and all. Once he's done asking, Clay's got the jacket off, and he'll just go ahead and toss it to the side without even caring where it ends up.]

[His own breathing was heavier when that kiss broke, having to take a second to catch his breath. Amazing was one way to describe it alright- he hadn't thought he'd be doing something like this again, much less with someone he liked as much as Clay. It was exhilarating.]

[Also? Yeah. Hot. Allen was with Clay there. When he sees that Clay's taking off his jacket, he'll start trying to follow suit and remove his own, though it's a little trickier when you're being sat on and your back is against a chair. Still, he'll do his best to try to wiggle out of it]

[But Clay checking up on him gets a little smile]

Yes, astronomically fine. You?

Absolutely stellar.

[He returns that smile as he strokes Allen's sides with his fingertips, though he is beginning to realize that he's having a bit of trouble taking off his own jacket. Solving that little problem doesn't take much thinking power; he slides out of the chair, fingers curling around Allen's belt loops, and pulls him along with him until he feels the table against the back of his legs.]

Thought we could - [He says it as he tilts his head to start kissing at the side of Allen's neck once it's exposed, then murmurs the rest against his skin.] Use a change of scenery...

[He shifts a little bit until he's sitting on the table instead, legs spread enough so that Allen can get between them if he wants, and starts to scrape his teeth lightly against his neck instead, getting a feel for it, seeing if he's okay with what he's doing now.]

[ He'll get pulled up by his belt loops, going along with it when he realizes what Clay's doing. Soon as he's standing, he finally shakes that jacket off his arms and drops it on the floor. With that out of the way, he'll move close to Clay again, moving as close as he can before he's against the other and the table. One hand rests on the table next to Clay's leg to keep himself from falling over, while the other (ungloved) hand moves to sit on Clay's thigh. ]

Good idea.

[His breath hitches when he feels those lips on his neck, and a little pleased noise comes out of him when there's teeth against sensitive skin. He can guess what Clay is testing the waters for and he lifts his hand from the table so he can loosen the tie around his neck to give him more room to work with. Who cares, he always had a bit of a weakness for that and he could always cover it up later.]

[Right there, huh?

At least, that's what Clay gets from Allen loosening his tie, and not only is it permission to go ahead, but also tells him that he's found a particularly sensitive spot. And he really, really wants to hear more of that sound Allen made...

He gives a brief, quiet chuckle before he cups the other side of Allen's neck with one hand, the pressure of his teeth growing before he closes his lips around the spot, sucking and biting and swiping his tongue, everything that he's sure will make Allen squirm. His other hand slides down his side, exploring every dip and curve while he works until he reaches his thigh, where he lingers, then slides his hand back to - well.

Guess who's copping a feel now?]

[Oh he feels that feel being copped. It makes him surprised at first, but then he makes an amused sound like Clay had earlier. But if he wants to hear more of that sound and have Allen squirm? He'll get it for sure when he starts doing that to his neck. It's almost like he feels his knees turn to jelly as Clay starts sucking and biting, leaning more against him for support. There's a surprised noise of pleasure, as well as Clay's name said attached.]

[Yeah, it's fair to say he found a sensitive spot. ]

[That was definitely a reaction, and there's more of the sound he wanted to hear. It makes him let out a pleased noise as well against Allen's neck, loving the sound, loving the way his partner squirms against him. He gives his ass one more grope before he slides his hand upward until his palm rests against his back, more as a support than anything, and hooks his leg around Allen's as if to pull him closer, though he knows he can't get much closer than he already is.

He... prooobably spends a little longer than he intended on his neck, but soon the motion starts to slow down, and then he pulls his head back enough to slide his tongue along the spot one last time, then to look at Allen, his gaze heady and all too pleased.]

Ha... Think we found a spot you like. [His voice sounds a little airy, punctuated by how he still breathes a bit heavier. He did just get done with having his mouth against someone's neck and all.]

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Ha- you think? [He gives a little embarrassed laugh as he still leans against him, his legs feeling like jelly between what Clay had been doing and that look he was giving him now.] Funnily enough, I think I actually forgot about that spot.

[It's been a long time, okay. And he feels that leg hooking around him, and he'd be fine with getting closer- except with how they were now, he was starting to feel his legs get pushed uncomfortably against the table's edge. But that's okay, he's willing to work around it while Clay's still catching his breath. ]

Uh- hey, move back a little on the table? [He lifts his left hand to his shoulder, indicating what he's asking.] And ah...any..um, spots you know you like?

[I mean he could do trial by error, but hey. Why not save time if Clay already knows?]

Hmmm.

[He presses kisses to the side of Allen's neck for a moment, just to keep his mouth busy, because uh... he kind of doesn't remember, for much the same reason as Allen. It's been a long time since he's done this, and his last ex didn't exactly try to make him feel as good as Allen is now. So. Thinking, thinking... While Clay's doing that, he'll go ahead and pull away to move back, shifting enough to give Allen room to get up there as well, and tug at his shirt to pull him over, too.

Thinking back, he does seem to remember something, and he lets out a sheepish little chuckle at how long it took him to remember it while Allen moves along with him.]

Uh... my neck's pretty sensitive too, though maybe not like that. My knees - like the back of them? Oh - And the small of my back, too.

[That's what he remembers, at least! Though there are probably more that he just plain forgot.]

[And he will climb up onto the table as Clay moves back, hoping that the table was sturdy and big enough to hold both their weight. He wraps one of his arms around the back of Clay's neck as he tries to sort out how they were supposed to do this (okay, this definitely wasn't as comfortable as a bed, nor as easy as the movies made it seem). Though something Clay says catches him by surprise]

Your ex would...kiss the back of your knees?

[Okay that was...well, him and his own ex definitely didn't try that.]

What - no! Like... fingers. [He wiggles his fingers in front of Allen's face, as if to emphasize that. There is more than one way to stimulate a sensitive spot, man!] Same with the back. It'd be weird to kiss them!

[Sure, Allen could try, but it'd probably be awkward - save for the back part. Clay gets his own hands on Allen's thighs, though he ends up letting out a chuckle.]

Wanna move somewhere else? If we can't get this to work?

Oh- with fingers! Okay! That makes more sense! [Look for all he knows Clay's ex was weird. Or a Gymnast. WHO KNOWS] I could try that. Though I'm not sure how much you'd feel it unless you, um, took off more... [Right.]

[Allen meanwhile continues to take a moment to sort this out. He could push Clay back to lie on the table, but that's...really hard and hitting the back of his head would be a terrible way to end the night. But at the same time, sitting near each other wasn't getting the closeness he wanted. Ugh. He didn't think this through]

Maybe. This...looked easier in the movies. [he offers a sheepish chuckle about that]

[Maybe your ex was weird!!

Clay shares in that laughter with him, but now that they've paused in their, uh... activity, he seems to be getting more ideas for this. He looks at Allen with a playful smile as he slides off the table, holding the loosened tie to gently pull him along as he steps back.]

Here. This'll work.

[And he'll keep moving until his back hits the wall. There we go, much easier and more comfortable than the table. He chuckles again, this time in a deeper tone, and slides his fingers through Allen's hair before - another idea. He lowers his hands until they're over Allen's, then guides them enough to slide just under his shirt.]

I don't think we're at the "take off more" stage, but... [He certainly doesn't mind Allen doing what he wants under his shirt like this, especially if he wants to see what happens when he touches his lower back.]

[Well yes he was, but that's not the point.]

[You know, he's really starting to recognize that playful smile and glint in his eye, so he doesn't resist in the slightest when Clay starts to pull him gently by his tie and follows him to the wall. Which yeah, this will work- this is a position he was familiar with, and it shows by how he leans in just so to be next to him without crushing him into the wall.]

[And he's relieved to hear Clay voice that about them not being at that stage, giving a sound of agreement. Making out was one thing but past that well...not today. Definitely not in Ino's room.]

Ah- that'll work. [He says towards his hands slipping under Clay's shirt. He leans over to kiss along Clay's jawbone while he takes a moment to yank off his other glove and drop it on the ground. He slowly starts exploring with his hands the muscle lines along Clay's stomach, running his fingers along the grooves and shapes as if to get his bearings. Even if it's not visible under the shirt, it's clear enough his left hand feels rougher - almost like something trying to mimic the texture of human fingers and nails but not quite getting it]

[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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