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[mute_clay]

Clay is walking along the shoreline. His jeans are wet from the spray but he doesn’t seem to notice.
He is wearing a jacket for once.

He isn’t looking for Weps.




Exactly.

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[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps stands back a little, bringing up a hand to hold Clay's wrists above his head. He returns Clay's gaze - his eyes an exact mirror of those looking at him and Weps moans low in his throat as Clay licks his lips. Almost instinctively Weps does the same to his own. His cock is hard, confined in his pants and he aches to be touched.

Letting out a shuddering breath and still holding Clay's wrists, Weps bends his head and bites harder on Clay's other nipple, while the fingers of his other hand trace the outline of Clay's erection through his jeans, stroking, teasing.

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Clay arches his body, moaning silently at the feel of Weps' teeth, his hands. The one holding him, the one touching him.

He is rocking his hips, trying to increase the pressure on his cock, trying to bring it in contact with Weps' body, not just his hand.

He is panting a little already.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps licks his way back to Clay's other nipple, whilst his fingers slowly unfasten Clay's jeans, careful not to let them touch Clay's flesh. He pushes them down as far as he can, then lifts his head to look at Clay. He brings up his other hand to join the one holding Clay's arms above his head. Weps' mouth is very dry.

"Kick your shoes off, he murmurs. "Then your jeans. Don't touch yourself."

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Clay does as he is told, without breaking eye contact. The shoes are easy, the jeans a little harder, but he manges to shimmy out of them.

Then he turns his head and licks Weps' right arm, the part he can reach without moving anything but his head.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps shivers at the feel of warm tongue on his skin and he stands back, releasing his hold on Clay's arms.

"Stay there," he whispers. "Let me look at you."

Weps toes off his shoes and unbuttons his shirts as his eyes sweep up and down Clay's body, taking in the golden skin, the fine blond hair, the darkened eyes, the fine beading of sweat on his upper lip.

He licks his lips and unfastens his pants, sighing softly as his aching erection is released from its confines. He kicks his pants away and looks directly into Clay's eyes.

"What do you want?" he asks softly.

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There is no doubt in Clay's mind. None whatsoever.

He takes a small step forward and puts a finger to Weps' throat and lets it travel up to his mouth.

Anything that will make you scream

His gaze is intense. Burning.

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Weps steps closer so their bodies just touch and captures Clay's finger between his teeth. It's as if there's electricity sparking between them. He sucks Clay's finger for a moment and then releases it.

"Your mouth, Clay - your mouth has always made me scream... in here," Weps murmurs, tapping his temple, but not dropping his eyes from Clay's.

"Make me scream."

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Clay lowers his gaze and moves closer, their bodies flush. Then he lets his mouth glide over Wep's cheekbone, his eyes, down to his chin and neck.

Clay's lips are warm, his tongue even more so, leaving a wet trail cooling in the air.

He keeps his hands at his sides, caressing Weps with his mouth alone, very slowly moving further down.

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Weps' breathing is shallow and rapid as Clay's mouth and tongue burn a path down his face and neck. He can hear and feel his heart racing in his chest. By the time Clay's reaches his chest, Weps is moaning softly, and he has to lift his hands to Clay's shoulders to steady himself. Weps bites his lip and silently wills Clay to put his hands on his trembling body.

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Clay puts his hands behind his back, making sure he won't accidentally touch Weps. Instead he increases the friction between them by rubbing his face across Weps' chest and stomach.

He kneels down to continue his exploration, lapping at Weps' hips, the soft skin between hip and thigh, biting down and letting go, brushing Wep's cock with his cheek.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

The sight of Clay, golden and beautiful on his knees is almost too much. Almost trying to detach himself from the feeling, he watches Clay descend his body - the warmth of his mouth and roughness of his stubbled face oddly familar yet still so special. He squeezes the back of Clay's neck with one hand, the other is in Clay's hair, caressing, stroking.

A rough groan escapes him as Clay touches his aching cock, and the fingers at Clay's neck curl into a fist.

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Clay doesn't know which is better, the sounds or the feel of Weps' fingers in his hair.

He looks up at Weps, wetting his lips and then lets his mouth slide down his cock, a slow, slick movement, pausing when he is halfway and then letting Weps' cock slide slowly back out, stopping when his lips are right below the head, moving his tongue a little, looking at Weps.

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The heat of Clay's mouth and the soft touch of tongue on the sensitive head of his cock makes Weps body shudder and jerk he whimpers with pleasure. His fingers grip Clay's hair tighter and his hips buck forward slightly, easing the intensity of the moment. He can't get over the look in Clay's eyes.

"Fuck, that feels goddamned good," Weps groans, watching his cock slide in and out of Clay's lips. "You've a truly beautiful mouth."

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Clay relaxes and finally touches Weps' putting both hands on his hips, encouraging him to move. Faster. Deeper.

He wants to hear him.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Yes...that's so good, yes..." Weps lets out a long rasping groan of pleasure and relief at the feel of Clay's hands on his body. The hand at Clays' neck relaxes and his fingers press gently against his nape.

"Yes...yes," he grates out, thrusting carefully at first, not wanting to hurt, but the friction and heat of Clay's mouth is too much and Weps thrusts deeper, moaning loudly now, almost keening, his breathing ragged.

Weps thrusts into Clay's mouth one last time, his hips locked and comes with a hoarse howl of pleasure, his hands gripping Clay's hair.

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Having his mouth filled, used, and Weps' howl, the feel of his hot come filling Clay's mouth has made him achingly hard.

He strokes himself as he continues to suckle Weps' cock, nuzzling the soft skin between thigh and hip.