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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...]

[He hears that quite happy sound, and it only encourages him to continue. Up the jawline until he reaches his earlobe, choosing to nibble on it just a little, playfully.]

[He only pauses when he hears Clay remark on his and, which had been slowly making it's way to his side. Which, he feels just a tad bit awkward, the attention being drawn towards it]

Ah, yeah. Thought...um, feeling you up with cloth gloves on wouldn't be the same? It doesn't feel too strange, does it?

[Oh. Oh, okay, he... really liked what he did to his ear there, too. The nibble had him biting his lip around his smile and curling his fingers in his hair - at least, until he remarked on his hand.

Clay doesn't want that to be a reason for Allen to feel awkward - not figuring out where to sit on a table or whatever is fine, but about his body? No, no. Clay leans forward to press a few kisses down his neck as a result, his right hand moving down to brush along Allen's left arm, feeling more and more of it and... yeah. Being absolutely okay with it.]

Mm, no, it's fine... Keep going, I like what you're doing.

[It catches him by surprise, the hand moving down his left arm that way. He can barely feel the brushing, but he can feel the warmth coming from that hand- from Clay. It's humbling, and moving. It's not that his exes disliked his arm but...well, baggage tends to hold on. Yet here Clay was, doing what he could to make it clear that it wasn't a problem]

[In return, there's a pause before he leans back in and starts nibbling that earlobe again- a bit harder than before, but occasionally pausing to run a tongue over what he remembered to be sensitive areas. As for his hands, his left hand slips around his side and slowly to his back, using his nails to lightly trace a path to the small of Clay's back]

[Okay. This is fine. This is very, very fine.

The nibbling at his earlobe makes his eyes shut and one hand grip Allen's arm while the other stays tangled in his hair, trying to keep him close. But when Allen starts to move that hand to his back, and - with that hand, and its texture - Clay's breathing starts to hitch in anticipation, shoulders rising -

And when Allen does touch the small of his back like that, with the nails and everything, Clay lifts his head up to let out a pleasured moan, back arching, which ends up making his hips press up against Allen's. His fingers clench where they are, pulling on Allen's hair and gripping onto his sleeve, before they start to relax as he calms himself down, breathing heavier, Allen's name coming out in a whisper against his ear.

It's been a long time since anyone's touched him there like that; not even his last ex did so, so it was a bit of a shock. A really pleasant one, at that.

It's definitely a sensitive spot Allen's found, and oh god, Clay wants him to do it again and again.]

[Now that was a reaction. Allen is surprised for a moment, looking at Clay reacting so much from just that one part of his back. But just watching Clay come undone like that? Made him feel a swell of pride, of happiness - not to mention pleasure from Clay pulling his hair and pushing up his hips against him. He makes his own pleased hum as he bites Clay's ear.]

[Which you can beat it means he's going to touch him again there. In fact with a couple fingers, he'll slowly start to massage the area of the back. This time, using his other hand to try to hold him steady in case he comes tumbling over or something]

[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.]

[Underneath Allen's shirt, Clay's fingers will find toned muscles. On his stomach and his right side, however? There's the unmistakable feeling of bumps and overly smooth skin that comes from scarring- and there's a good amount of it too. Allen makes a pleased sound of his own from the skin contact and the nails scraping.]

[Though really, he's getting the most pleasure out of working Clay like this. He continues massaging at that area, occasionally using his fingernails to scrape lightly. And to top it all off? He'll finish playing with his ear, and start tilting his head down as he begins to kiss down his neck, remembering what he had said earlier]

Stellar?

[Yeah... he can feel the scars there. He knows what they feel like; he's got a few of his own, after all, that thankfully Allen isn't really near. Allen must've been in a lot of battles. Not that Clay's actually thinking in such an advanced way, and instead just traces his nails up Allen's side before dragging them back down, though they dig in every time he feels that scrape against his back.

Which... speaking of that. Clay tilts his head back with a smile - yes, yes, do whatever you want there - as Allen starts to kiss down his neck, the sensation just piling on to all the delight he's feeling. And his back, moon and stars and sun, it feels so good, and every time he feels those nails scrape, his back arches again, pressing his body to Allen's, feeling another jolt when there's contact between their hips again. That, that feels incredible.]

Stellaaa-aaa-arrr...

[The word gets a laugh out of Allen, even if it's breathy from everything he's feeling. Clay feeling up his side and the way he kept pressing against him was certainly having an effect. It was enough to make his face blush some, what urge crossed his mind when another jolt from their hips connecting rode through him]

[No. Not today. And definitely not in Ino's room.]

[Of course, none of that mental reminding is going to stop him from continuing to massage that area of the back with his nails. Nor is it going to stop him from reaching a particularly sensitive spot on Clay's neck and brushing his teeth against it and flicking his tongue on the skin to gauge his reaction. Because you know, that's smart. ]

[If the way Clay's face is flushed and how he's breathing heavier than normal doesn't say anything - yes, he's definitely feeling the same way on his end. All of these sensations, especially after having gone so long without feeling them, are having quite the effect on him, but he doesn't want to stop yet. It feels way too good to just stop - maybe in a bit, sure, but oh, not before Allen has his way with his neck...

Since Clay's already got his head tilted back, he conveys how very okay he is with Allen doing more to his neck by tangling his fingers in his hair again, as if to keep him there. He doesn't stop feeling up his side, and in fact slides that hand down his back as well, loving the feel of heated skin against his own.

Yeah - Yeah, they can wrap up in a minute, but right now... Dumb decisions, here we go.]

[Oh Lord- His back moves with that hand moving down it, feeling Clay's heated skin against his own was like meeting fire with fire. His hand going down makes his hips move forward and collide again into Clay's- an almost whine sound comes out of his mouth when he feels that jolt again.]

[But, he'll try to focus off that by focusing instead on Clay's neck- since hey Clay was making it clear that it was very much okay to do that. And so enthusiastically, he'll bite down on Clay's neck, sucking on it and occasionally pausing to lick it over. All to make the same sort of mark that Clay had made on him earlier, not to mention to get more of those great reactions out of the other.]

[When Allen's hips press against his, Clay lets out another moan, a little more heated, a little more desperate, and rolls his own hips against him just as he did in the chair. All of this - the heat of skin against skin, the way their hips move together, Allen's fingers sending additional jolts of pleasure through his body and the lips teeth tongue at his neck - all of it's just making him think nothing but more, more, more of this. He smears his hand up Allen's back, as much as it can go with his shirt still on before lowering it again, he shifts his hand through his hair, he keeps his throat bared and revels in how intense it feels. More, he wants more, he wants it bad and he wants it now.

And that's exactly why they should stop. This isn't the right time, nor the right place. He wants this, he wants it so badly, but he also wants it to be something they'll both look back on and not regret or be embarrassed over. He doesn't want to just pull away, because god, he doesn't want to stop and he doesn't want Allen to think he doesn't want it. But he will, at least, pull his hand away from his back to rest on his arm instead and keep his hips back. Still keeps his head tilted up because hell yeah he wants a mark for later, but.]

We... We should probably, ah...

[He lets out another noise, still breathy and pleased, but a little quieter than before at least.]

Edited 2015-10-04 09:50 (UTC)

[ Luckily, even if he's really into the moment- he does notice the cues. The sudden pulling away, the words. Right. Even if it felt really, really good- they were probably getting a bit too heavy right now. More so than either of them were comfortable with, even if part of him really wanted it at the moment. ]

[So he'll lower his hand away from Clay's back, and slow with the biting on his neck before he finally responds.]

Ah...stop soon, yeah.

[Not that he's immediately pulling away either, because damn, he wants to at least finish making this hickey]

Mmmmmyeah.

[And with the way Clay slides both hands into Allen's hair and lets out a light and pleased groan, yes, he's very content with him keeping it up and giving him a mark, too. He's got turtlenecks, he can hide it later. But the idea of having one, and it still felt so good, if less intense than before. Less intense is a good thing. Makes calming down a bit easier.]

You make me feel amazing...

[He says it in a murmur; it's the truth, but he also wants to convey that yes, he loved what they were doing and would like to keep it up someday, just not today.]

[Less intense was probably for the best. It was still going to take a bit to cool down, but at least the now lack of intensity wasn't making it worse. He flick his tongue over the bite mark before he pauses at Clay's murmur, gives a small little chuckle and then finally finishes up. He then pulls his head up to give him a kiss on the cheek]

You are amazing.

Edited 2015-10-05 02:56 (UTC)

[He lets out a long, satiated sigh, keeping his eyes shut for a moment as he lowers his hands, looping them loosely around Allen's neck rather than staying in his hair. When he opens them to look into Allen's eyes, he looks happy, content, and so very fond of the guy in front of him that it can only be described as tender. He's still breathing a little hard, and - yeah, he still looks pretty heated, as it will take a bit to cool down, but he just. Gosh, he really, really likes him so much.]

If I'm that amazing, then so are you.

[Wow, even with how heated he feels, it's pretty amazing he still feels himself blushing at that statement. His arm slowly move to wrap around Clay's waist in the same loose fashion. He's trying to make sure there's at least a little space between their bodies though, at least.]

Ha....if you want to sincerely grade me as amazing, then it's very good we're stopping where we are now before that opinion could get ruined.

[....Yes. Allen may have made a sex joke no one panic ok.]

Edited 2015-10-05 04:38 (UTC)

[... ... ...

He should behave. He really should behave.]

Hmm, well... [Whatever. He slowly starts to trace circles against the back of Allen's neck as his smile turns more coy.] I'd make it amazing for the both of us.

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