[locked to peter_weps_ince]

[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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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

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.