[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae wouldn't deny that the pain was just as amazing as hearing the noises coming from Ryan's throat. "Ah.." He whimpered, pressing his hips closer to Ryan's, and closer to his leg. He carefully drug his nails down his chest, his other hand in Ryan's hair.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan groaned and caught Clae's hands as they dragged down his chest, lips and teeth never leaving his throat. He pulled them up and around to the small of his back, teeth sinking the slightest bit more before tracing to his shoulder and kissing there as well.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae slowly ran his fingers over his back, digging his nails in as his teeth sank further into his neck. He couldn't help but moan; he was only human. He pressed closer to him, sure that if he started biting over his shoulder, he would only get more turned on, and may draw blood with his nails.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan's tongue brushed the smooth skin there, barely phased by the grip of nails. He only groaned, beginning to suck on Claeton's shoulder. He grinded up against the leg between his own with how they were lying and moaned, teeth digging into his shoulder.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae moaned as he bit down on his shoulder, dragging his nails across his back to his hips. He pulled them closer to his own, slowly moving against them. "Ryan.." He whined, pressing his hips close as he ran his hands over his back, beyond turned on at the biting.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan's grip on his sides tightened as his name was spoken, and he arched down against him. His sharp teeth eased up on his shoulder, marks that would still be visible tomorrow. His hands slipped down to his boxers, one sliding inside and tracing along his thighs. He began to tug them lower. But even drunk, Ryan had sense enough not to dare take complete advantage of him. He traced a hand down his now bare him and pelvis, bright, canine eyes looking towards his face.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae's breath caught in his throat, and he dug his nails further into his back. He pressed closer to him, to his hand. He wanted him so bad it literally hurt. He reached up, gently taking Ryan's jaw and pulling it close as he kissed him, his tongue exploring the unfamiliar mouth before it started to brush against Ryan's.

[ryan leonardo matson]

But even that sense was slipping away. He kissed him back deeply, moaning into his mouth, and pulled Claeton free of his boxers, tossing them aside. He moved, straddling him so he could kiss him even deeper, a hand tracing up and down the inside of his thigh. He scooted down some, beginning to trail kisses doen his stomach, and stopped at his hips, resting his chin there and looking up at his with questioning eyes.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae moaned at the deeper kisses, wrapping his arms carefully around him. And then his boxers were gone, Ryan trailing kisses down his stomach and he whimpered, arching his back a bit. He looked down at him, running his fingers through his hair. "Ryan.." He moaned, arching his hips up a bit. "Please?"

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan watched him quietly, but began to kiss over his hips and pelvis, hands sliding to grip his legs.

---

Ryan drew himself up next to Clae on his stomach, tilting his head and kissing him. The alcohol was starting to make him wary and he could care less that they were outside, that his boxers were past his hips and Clae's were off. Her draped an arm and leg over him, kissing Claeton's shoulder and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Maybe it wouldn't be a good find for Knox in the morning, but he was past the ability to think that, began to kiss Claeton's neck gently before he closed his eyes.