[ Can he be patient? Anyway, it gives him plenty of time to spruce up anything he needs to and maybe accent his hair a little with two ribbons on the side, but overall, his outfit is cute with a little basket in tow filled with food. Unfortunately, he just knows how to make stoner food, so that's what Claude with be having.
Walking in heels don't bother him at all— he's very practiced. By the time he makes it to Claude's pace, he delicately sets his little basket down and raps his knuckles on the door (or whatever surface on the outside.) ]
[ As far as unusual characters go, Claude is fairly sure he ranks among the top in his social circle, and even then most of his eccentricities can be chalked up to being foreign rather than a flamboyant personality. ]
H—
[ Suffice to say, he expects that the cheery voice belongs to Klaus, but he doesn't expect to open the door and be greeted by a maid.
He probably looks as caught off-guard as he feels, staring at Klaus in a mixture of disbelief an awe as he silently steps aside to let him into the apartment. Eventually, as he follows Klaus into the kitchen, his brain catches up with him and a smile finds his lips again, once again giving his guest a once over, this time more appreciative. ]
As far as "service" goes, I'd say you're leaning toward full marks already.
[ Klaus seems delighted when he's allowed in, giving Claude a smile as he passes him and goes right to the kitchen where he wrongfully belongs. Mom always did the cooking at home, as she was programmed to do, and Klaus was such a moocher.. his concept of cooking was pretty pathetic. Nevertheless, he seemed eager to make Claude happy and gets right to work to mix some batter with the supplies that are in his basket. ]
Great! I never get praise like that, so I'm glad you like it. My services are.. broad, so you just tell me whatever you want, handsome.
[ There's a wink. God. Then he gets back to working on what he's making. ]
[ Klaus doesn't really need to worry, Claude's been able to scarf down gruel while on war campaigns in the past, so as long as it isn't poisonous (or even if it is), he'll at least be able to eat it. Moreover, he would never complain about someone performing a kindness for him.
He hovers uselessly around Klaus, curious as to what he's doing. ]
I did, didn't I?
[ Granted, he's never thought of them as sexy... or even considered a male maid.
Klaus is really showing him A Whole New World. ]
It feels a little crude to be making demands on our first meeting. Let's keep it to me taking you up on your offer for... [ What were they? ] "Pbnj tacos."
[ Making pancakes. That's what he's doing. Because that's what needs to be done first. It's remarkably simple, but that's what a junkie cooks. Things that are easy and rich that will satisfy munchies.. also cheap ingredients cause he's always broke.
As he mixes the batter, his hips sway with his movements, aware that his new friend (who turned out to be completely bangable, thank you, Claude) is watching him. There's some faux disappointment in his voice. ]
Oo-ooh, are you sure? I just have it in me to clean so much.
[ Spoiler: he does not. Especially doing dishes. He was the worst at contributing to doing chores out of all seven of them. He teeters back on his heels so he's a little closer to Claude, but his hands still mixing. Klaus' voice lowers to just above a whisper. ]
I don't know if you've noticed this, my liege, but this entire encounter is already crude.
[ Shifting his weight forward again, he finishes mixing and busies himself to walk past Claude to the stove and skillet to pour the batter onto it in sloppy, haphazard shapes.
[ Luckily for Klaus, Claude has never had a pancake so he has no idea what it's supposed to look like. If it's a little lumpy then it's just part of the charm.
And this entire encounter is charming, more charming than crude like Klaus is saying. (Even if it is a little crude.) It's charming how easily Klaus has fit into the kitchen, rummaging around with more ease than Claude himself would despite living in the apartment. It's charming that Klaus seems to take no issues with Claude's demeanour, more friendly than anyone has ever been. ]
I don't know about that. I'm keeping my hands to myself, aren't I?
[ Mostly because he doesn't quite have the confidence to be so bold. He's still new to casual sex and the relationships it brings, and wandering the muddy waters of platonic relationships versus the ease with which this island facilitates sex is still something he's gaining practice in.
The smell is... interesting, and he shuffles over to Klaus' other side to peer at the pan, ever nosy and ever curious. ]
But keep calling me cute nicknames and that might change. [ He's quite partial to "my liege". That said, he gives Klaus a furtive look. ] Unless you have complaints.
You are keeping your hands to yourself. Oh, so well behaved. So lovely. I do like a man who has restraint.
[ Klaus sort of gets that vibe from Claude— someone a bit naive and foreign to the kind of lifestyle of debauchery that he has lived for years. Which is probably why he hasn't put his hands all over the man just yet. Yet. He doesn't want to startle him.
Klaus slaps the pancake with the spatula (or whatever tool he's using) when it catches aflame just when Claude makes his way over. You saw nothing. ]
I'll call you whatever you want. We might have discussed this, but I [ have propositioned so many people i might be getting you mixed up with someone else ] have forgotten. Is there something nice you like to be called?
[ Klaus leans over ever so slightly, testing the waters, but allowing a little brush of his nose against Claude's jawline before resuming what he was doing. ]
[ Hm. Claude doesn't know much about cooking, so he can't tell if that's a good fire or a bad fire... But Klaus seems like he knows(?) what he's doing, so he leaves it be. He focuses instead on the question, poised to answer when Klaus suddenly leans into his space. And he doesn't go tense exactly, but it's not quite the warm welcome that he's extended while they'd been chatting over text.
He doesn't get to relax before Klaus is gone, back to his work, and Claude turns his attention back to the conversation. ]
That's quite the question, you know. Asking me to unveil all my desires to you.
[ He sniffs. The food smells... good? ]
Normally I like to charge for information, but considering that you're being so kind already, I'll give this one for free. [ ... ] Afterwards. But tell me first: are there dragons where you come from?
[ Where there is time travel, there must be dragons. ]
Puh-leaaaaaase unveil all your desires to me. I'm really interested in especially that.
[ Klaus finishes up the pancake portion of this meal and shifts to get a butterknife for the filling. The filling of peanut butter and jelly. This is really a bizarre thread of maid fetish and shit posting but that's just how it be when you write Klaus. ]
Hmmm. Like Dungeons & Dragons? Yeah, sure. I played a bard once in rehab.
[ what ]
Okay, they exist but in fiction. Like I know what they are, but it's not like I can go down the street to pay my ole dragon buddy a visit. Unless you mean Puff the Magic Dragon, which is something entirely different that I'm entirely fond of.
Dungeons & Dragons? [ Like a sex dungeon? He supposes that dragons can be sexy, but he didn't think it would be such a well established practice.
Except that Klaus is saying that dragons are largely fictional, so they must be thinking of two different things. ]
Interesting, so there's time travel where you come from but no dragons. [ What a mystery... ] You must come from quite a bizarre land if you don't even know what creatures to be wary of.
[ Klaus talks like he's from an alternate plan of existence, which... is actually true, but Claude thinks he's keeping up.
And in case, he's focusing more on the finished meal, taking a seat at the table and trying to puzzle out what it is he's looking out. The pancake is obviously some sweet bread, and he knows jam. He's never had peanut butter, so that's a mystery but.
He's willing to try. He's put worse in his mouth. ]
I ask because whenever there's strange magic afoot where I come, it usually has something to do with a dragon. But it doesn't seem to be a trait our worlds share.
[ He shrugs, his full attention going to the plate. ]
Nooo, there aren't any strange magic afoot where I'm from. Just assassin assholes with briefcases. Unless... well, I suppose you could consider my whole family a bit magical.
[ But enough about them.. for now. Claude looks ready to eat and Klaus takes a step forward, settling his hands on the other man's shoulders and gently rubbing. He dips down to speak near the other man's ear. ]
You could, that is something you could do. I mean, a masterpiece such as this needs to be savored, you know.
[ Klaus leans down a little further, letting his hands wander over Claude's chest until he's basically hugging him from behind, his own hands interlacing together. ]
I mean, this is culinary arts right here. You wouldn't want to just dig in, would you?
[ By now, Claude has had a little sex, and even when he hadn't, he hadn't been shy about it, but this situation with Klaus still seems new. Probably because it feels like he's being seduced, and Claude has no idea what to make of that. On paper, the thought of someone trying to please him is quite appealing, but in person it's kind of... baffling.
There's no need for Klaus to go to such effort, when Claude would sleep him regardless.
Unless it's something that he enjoys—and that might just be the case, considering how happy he looks in his outfit—in which case Claude isn't going to turn him down. ]
You have a point.
[ He shifts back into the embrace, anticipation already swirling in his gut from the hug, and tilts his head to press a soft kiss to his jaw, unbothered by the scruff of his beard. ]
[ Klaus laughs lightly when he's kissed and slides his hands back up to Claude's shoulders, soon spreading to the back of the chair and pulling him away from the table to allow enough room for two. He hikes up his skirt and straddles Claude shamelessly, folding back on his haunches and wiggling his toes playfully. ]
Well.. usually when I eat these things, I'm hiiiiigh as a kite and sometimes I'm in good company who are also high as a kite, so we're a bit affectionate. I think it's just the best way to eat something like this.
[ The food itself is ridiculous, so Klaus is just making it more ridiculous. He reaches around and takes one in his hand, his free hand skirting some loose jelly off of the side and sticking that digit in his own mouth. ]
Just taste testing. That's all.
[ Though, he's licking his finger pretty.. sexily. ]
[ Klaus moves with a confidence that Claude has never seen before. It's not like he'd been surrounded by a bunch of uptight virgins with incredibly tight morals his entire life (he was, after all, friends with Hilda), but sex and dating had been little more than amusing topics to gossip about. He'd never witness anything first hand except catching a few enthusiastic lovers kissing during parties, and public displays of affection were unheard of among Fódlan nobility.
And he can see why, it's quite distracting.
He quirks a small smile when Klaus sucks his finger in, gaze heavy and intent, mind going exactly where Klaus wants it to go no doubt. ]
Good idea. [ He offers the praise like he expects Klaus to be waiting for it, one of his hands settling on his thigh, palm hot over bare skin.
His other hand goes to the taco, this time gathering up some of the peanut butter on two of his fingers. ]
I do appreciate you checking for poison.
[ He brings up his own fingers to Klaus' mouth, getting a bit of the peanut butter on his lips as he presses into the heat of his mouth. ]
[ it's always nice when the man he's seducing also likes men... otherwise it's just embarrassing..... how dare he assume everyone would be interested in him...
Anyway. The palm on his thigh just makes his lips twist into something a little more of a smirk and he seems equally pleased to have food presented to him on the other man's fingers. Klaus' wiry fingers steady Claude's wrist and he slips his warm lips over the digits, sliding down.. and back.. and down again with a painfully slow pace. Really, he had smothered the peanut butter off of Claude with the first suck, but Klaus simply cannot resist having another person's fingers in his mouth. He doesn't break eye contact with him while he does this, finally releasing Claude with a satisfying pop of his lips. His palms settle on Claude's chest again, smoothing over him before leaning forward and kissing him along his cheek. ]
It's creamy. So, arguably, the best kind of peanut butter.
[ why is he talking about it while he's doing this......... spoon i hate him ]
Are you interested in kissing? I can already tell you, my kissing is a lot better than my cooking, so if you like this, you'll really like kissing me.
[ It just dawned on him they haven't pushed their lips together yet and that's sad. ]
[ There's really no need to eat the peanut butter like that, and it's obvious that Klaus is only doing it to be obscene. Which is fine by Claude, he's never been one to lack appreciation of a good show, especially one put on by such a fine craftsman. (Though Klaus is awfully lucky that it is creamy peanut butter, otherwise he might've choked on a peanut while putting on a display like that.)
He smiles at the question, enjoying the soft kiss to his cheek as he settles his now wet fingers on Klaus' other thigh. He doesn't answer verbally at first, finding Klaus' mouth with his own in the gentlest butterfly kiss, lips brushing together as he speaks. ]
I do. But I haven't even had a bite of your food yet.
[ Regardless, he steals a quick peck, not entirely unaffected by the weight of Klaus on his lap, his ministrations or the heat of his skin against Claude's palms. He's attractive and charming, and obviously possesses some very specific talents, and Claude is relaxed and patient, but it's hard to resist exploring a treat when it's right in his lap. ]
[ Look. He plans ahead. Creamy peanut butter is a lot sexier than crunchy and more versatile. He just.. knows. Claude will feel Klaus smile against his lips, a small chuckle escaping him at the other brunette's delicate movements. He's not frustrated or impatient; maybe another time and another partner, but he's also been taking his time seducing this man so it's only fair that Claude give him the same treatment.
He picks up the same piece and holds it to Claude's lips, feeding him if he'll take it. ]
I've learned it's always better to make sure my partner is well fed first. You know.. it'll give you more carbohydrates we'll have to work on burning off.
[ Sex is still relatively new to Claude, but he's been enjoying all of his experiences so far. Even if the way desire and arousal stripping away his logic and sense should be terrifying (is, a little), it's been undoubtedly satisfying to bring his body together with another and feel the rush of satisfaction that comes from it.
But right now, with Klaus smiling and bright in his lap, he doesn't feel lost to any urgency. Not from lack of desire—he would still very much like to get between those legs—but he's having fun. This entire encounter is lighthearted an easy, jovial in a way that Claude often isn't even outside the bedroom.
It's kind of simple and happy, and ridiculous when Claude bites into the oozing monstrosity that is the PB&J taco, but that doesn't stop him from smiling and letting a little laughter rumble in his chest when the jelly and peanut butter smears onto his cheek, spilling past his lips onto his chin and belly.
It's still warm from the stove, the jam sharply sweet and the peanut butter thick and foreign, but he swallows dutifully, his tongue sweeping over his lip to catch some errant jam, but it's hardly effective. ]
It is kind of nice, though, to be appreciated for being just a guy in frills that is doing something he really likes.. just being himself. It's no wonder he wanted to get out of the Academy as soon as possible and just live his extra life. He was arguably the first to go and fell into the clutches of the partying lifestyle— popping every pill on the planet to get some relief from the spirits that terrorized him every night and searching desperately for any ounce of affection that was starved from his upbringing. His guardian would have never approved of his behavior and not the monstrosity of a meal that he just made. It felt nice to have someone like all these things.
Klaus takes a bite at the other end, it's about halfway finished, and then offers the other end to Claude again. ]
It's rich be-caaaaause... well.
[ He thinks he has to approach this man like he does with Siegfried and Percival. He just gives off that ye olde vibe, especially with that talk of dragons. Think of Dungeons and Dragons again, Klaus. ]
There's some sort of witchcraft I used a lot about three years ago, but it would make me really hungry, so this is a recipe I found on a stoner's— um— a wizard's website.
A wizard's scroll.
[ He doesn't know how ye olde Claude is, but whatever. ]
[ Claude happily finishes off the taco as Klaus talks, chewing and chewing because the peanut butter sticks interestingly to his palate. He feels a little like a dog licking its chops as he tries to clear it all from his mouth. ]
Witchcraft. [ He repeats dubiously, sensing that Klaus is trying to dumb down his explanation. ] We might be from different times, opioids where I'm from.
[ He has to relieve one hand from Klaus' waist to catch the jelly clinging to his chin, growing steadily distracted by the conversation. ]
I wasn't aware that they induced a certain type of appetite however. Just that they tended to…
[ He looks at Klaus. Well, make people behave like him. ]
[ He can tell that Claude is getting distracted by the conversation, so he's just going to reel things back into where they're supposed to be. Nobody needs to know about his dangerous habits; he's been clean from all of that for three miraculous years. He doesn't need to know why Klaus did it— why he was such a coward and drugs were his only way to escape from the spirits that tormented him from day in and day out. It's a really boner killer of a conversation.
Klaus shamelessly dips down and licks his tongue after that same spot that Claude tried to clean off, lapping away any residue. ]
Now.. you're comparing my cooking with my kissing, right? So.
[ That's the sort of behaviour he'd been expecting from Klaus (had been trying to provoke, if he's being honest), and he immediately smiles when Klaus dips down to lick him, happily meeting his lips.
He doesn't have time for a witty retort, all too eager about the feel of Klaus' mouth against his, pressing his tongue to the seam of his lips and tasting the same sugar he'd been sampling earlier. It's kind of delightful, just how pliant Klaus is, obliging where Claude presses up against him, where he wants to explore and stroke over his tongue with his own. The gesture sends warmth tingling down his spine, pooling in his belly. It's easy and relaxed.
Though the way that his fingers dig into the skin of Klaus' thigh is proof of a little more desire, settling a little hotter in his blood.
He likes how easily Klaus offers himself up, and how willing he is to go along with what Claude wants. For someone to care about his pleasure is a sweet and precious gift, and he can't help just how excited it gets him.
When he breaks away, he doesn't wander far, letting his nose brush the line of his jaw as he presses a soft kiss to his throat. ]
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[ Can he be patient? Anyway, it gives him plenty of time to spruce up anything he needs to and maybe accent his hair a little with two ribbons on the side, but overall, his outfit is cute with a little basket in tow filled with food. Unfortunately, he just knows how to make stoner food, so that's what Claude with be having.
Walking in heels don't bother him at all— he's very practiced. By the time he makes it to Claude's pace, he delicately sets his little basket down and raps his knuckles on the door (or whatever surface on the outside.) ]
Yoohooo-- room service!
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H—
[ Suffice to say, he expects that the cheery voice belongs to Klaus, but he doesn't expect to open the door and be greeted by a maid.
He probably looks as caught off-guard as he feels, staring at Klaus in a mixture of disbelief an awe as he silently steps aside to let him into the apartment. Eventually, as he follows Klaus into the kitchen, his brain catches up with him and a smile finds his lips again, once again giving his guest a once over, this time more appreciative. ]
As far as "service" goes, I'd say you're leaning toward full marks already.
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Great! I never get praise like that, so I'm glad you like it. My services are.. broad, so you just tell me whatever you want, handsome.
[ There's a wink. God. Then he gets back to working on what he's making. ]
You did tell me that you thought maids were cute.
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He hovers uselessly around Klaus, curious as to what he's doing. ]
I did, didn't I?
[ Granted, he's never thought of them as sexy... or even considered a male maid.
Klaus is really showing him A Whole New World. ]
It feels a little crude to be making demands on our first meeting. Let's keep it to me taking you up on your offer for... [ What were they? ] "Pbnj tacos."
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As he mixes the batter, his hips sway with his movements, aware that his new friend (who turned out to be completely bangable, thank you, Claude) is watching him.
There's some faux disappointment in his voice. ]
Oo-ooh, are you sure? I just have it in me to clean so much.
[ Spoiler: he does not. Especially doing dishes. He was the worst at contributing to doing chores out of all seven of them. He teeters back on his heels so he's a little closer to Claude, but his hands still mixing. Klaus' voice lowers to just above a whisper. ]
I don't know if you've noticed this, my liege, but this entire encounter is already crude.
[ Shifting his weight forward again, he finishes mixing and busies himself to walk past Claude to the stove and skillet to pour the batter onto it in sloppy, haphazard shapes.
Did I mention he can't cook? ]
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And this entire encounter is charming, more charming than crude like Klaus is saying. (Even if it is a little crude.) It's charming how easily Klaus has fit into the kitchen, rummaging around with more ease than Claude himself would despite living in the apartment. It's charming that Klaus seems to take no issues with Claude's demeanour, more friendly than anyone has ever been. ]
I don't know about that. I'm keeping my hands to myself, aren't I?
[ Mostly because he doesn't quite have the confidence to be so bold. He's still new to casual sex and the relationships it brings, and wandering the muddy waters of platonic relationships versus the ease with which this island facilitates sex is still something he's gaining practice in.
The smell is... interesting, and he shuffles over to Klaus' other side to peer at the pan, ever nosy and ever curious. ]
But keep calling me cute nicknames and that might change. [ He's quite partial to "my liege". That said, he gives Klaus a furtive look. ] Unless you have complaints.
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[ Klaus sort of gets that vibe from Claude— someone a bit naive and foreign to the kind of lifestyle of debauchery that he has lived for years. Which is probably why he hasn't put his hands all over the man just yet. Yet. He doesn't want to startle him.
Klaus slaps the pancake with the spatula (or whatever tool he's using) when it catches aflame just when Claude makes his way over. You saw nothing. ]
I'll call you whatever you want. We might have discussed this, but I [ have propositioned so many people i might be getting you mixed up with someone else ] have forgotten. Is there something nice you like to be called?
[ Klaus leans over ever so slightly, testing the waters, but allowing a little brush of his nose against Claude's jawline before resuming what he was doing. ]
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He doesn't get to relax before Klaus is gone, back to his work, and Claude turns his attention back to the conversation. ]
That's quite the question, you know. Asking me to unveil all my desires to you.
[ He sniffs. The food smells... good? ]
Normally I like to charge for information, but considering that you're being so kind already, I'll give this one for free. [ ... ] Afterwards. But tell me first: are there dragons where you come from?
[ Where there is time travel, there must be dragons. ]
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[ Klaus finishes up the pancake portion of this meal and shifts to get a butterknife for the filling. The filling of peanut butter and jelly.
This is really a bizarre thread of maid fetish and shit posting but that's just how it be when you write Klaus.]Hmmm. Like Dungeons & Dragons? Yeah, sure. I played a bard once in rehab.
[ what ]
Okay, they exist but in fiction. Like I know what they are, but it's not like I can go down the street to pay my ole dragon buddy a visit. Unless you mean Puff the Magic Dragon, which is something entirely different that I'm entirely fond of.
[ what ]
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Dungeons & Dragons? [ Like a sex dungeon? He supposes that dragons can be sexy, but he didn't think it would be such a well established practice.
Except that Klaus is saying that dragons are largely fictional, so they must be thinking of two different things. ]
Interesting, so there's time travel where you come from but no dragons. [ What a mystery... ] You must come from quite a bizarre land if you don't even know what creatures to be wary of.
[ Dragons are always trouble. ]
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[ He folds these pancake tacos with surprising delicate movements and brings the plate to the table, brushing off any loose crumbs from his apron. ]
Why this talk about dragons?
[ Unless you're also a dragon. Cause Klaus is officially a dragonfucker. ]
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And in case, he's focusing more on the finished meal, taking a seat at the table and trying to puzzle out what it is he's looking out. The pancake is obviously some sweet bread, and he knows jam. He's never had peanut butter, so that's a mystery but.
He's willing to try. He's put worse in his mouth. ]
I ask because whenever there's strange magic afoot where I come, it usually has something to do with a dragon. But it doesn't seem to be a trait our worlds share.
[ He shrugs, his full attention going to the plate. ]
So, do I just dig in? You aren't having any?
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[ But enough about them.. for now. Claude looks ready to eat and Klaus takes a step forward, settling his hands on the other man's shoulders and gently rubbing. He dips down to speak near the other man's ear. ]
You could, that is something you could do. I mean, a masterpiece such as this needs to be savored, you know.
[ Klaus leans down a little further, letting his hands wander over Claude's chest until he's basically hugging him from behind, his own hands interlacing together. ]
I mean, this is culinary arts right here. You wouldn't want to just dig in, would you?
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There's no need for Klaus to go to such effort, when Claude would sleep him regardless.
Unless it's something that he enjoys—and that might just be the case, considering how happy he looks in his outfit—in which case Claude isn't going to turn him down. ]
You have a point.
[ He shifts back into the embrace, anticipation already swirling in his gut from the hug, and tilts his head to press a soft kiss to his jaw, unbothered by the scruff of his beard. ]
Why don't you show me how it's done?
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Well.. usually when I eat these things, I'm hiiiiigh as a kite and sometimes I'm in good company who are also high as a kite, so we're a bit affectionate. I think it's just the best way to eat something like this.
[ The food itself is ridiculous, so Klaus is just making it more ridiculous. He reaches around and takes one in his hand, his free hand skirting some loose jelly off of the side and sticking that digit in his own mouth. ]
Just taste testing. That's all.
[ Though, he's licking his finger pretty.. sexily. ]
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And he can see why, it's quite distracting.
He quirks a small smile when Klaus sucks his finger in, gaze heavy and intent, mind going exactly where Klaus wants it to go no doubt. ]
Good idea. [ He offers the praise like he expects Klaus to be waiting for it, one of his hands settling on his thigh, palm hot over bare skin.
His other hand goes to the taco, this time gathering up some of the peanut butter on two of his fingers. ]
I do appreciate you checking for poison.
[ He brings up his own fingers to Klaus' mouth, getting a bit of the peanut butter on his lips as he presses into the heat of his mouth. ]
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Anyway. The palm on his thigh just makes his lips twist into something a little more of a smirk and he seems equally pleased to have food presented to him on the other man's fingers. Klaus' wiry fingers steady Claude's wrist and he slips his warm lips over the digits, sliding down.. and back.. and down again with a painfully slow pace. Really, he had smothered the peanut butter off of Claude with the first suck, but Klaus simply cannot resist having another person's fingers in his mouth. He doesn't break eye contact with him while he does this, finally releasing Claude with a satisfying pop of his lips. His palms settle on Claude's chest again, smoothing over him before leaning forward and kissing him along his cheek. ]
It's creamy. So, arguably, the best kind of peanut butter.
[ why is he talking about it while he's doing this......... spoon i hate him ]
Are you interested in kissing? I can already tell you, my kissing is a lot better than my cooking, so if you like this, you'll really like kissing me.
[ It just dawned on him they haven't pushed their lips together yet and that's sad. ]
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He smiles at the question, enjoying the soft kiss to his cheek as he settles his now wet fingers on Klaus' other thigh. He doesn't answer verbally at first, finding Klaus' mouth with his own in the gentlest butterfly kiss, lips brushing together as he speaks. ]
I do. But I haven't even had a bite of your food yet.
[ Regardless, he steals a quick peck, not entirely unaffected by the weight of Klaus on his lap, his ministrations or the heat of his skin against Claude's palms. He's attractive and charming, and obviously possesses some very specific talents, and Claude is relaxed and patient, but it's hard to resist exploring a treat when it's right in his lap. ]
How can I compare the two?
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Claude will feel Klaus smile against his lips, a small chuckle escaping him at the other brunette's delicate movements. He's not frustrated or impatient; maybe another time and another partner, but he's also been taking his time seducing this man so it's only fair that Claude give him the same treatment.
He picks up the same piece and holds it to Claude's lips, feeding him if he'll take it. ]
I've learned it's always better to make sure my partner is well fed first. You know.. it'll give you more carbohydrates we'll have to work on burning off.
[ Oh ho. ]
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But right now, with Klaus smiling and bright in his lap, he doesn't feel lost to any urgency. Not from lack of desire—he would still very much like to get between those legs—but he's having fun. This entire encounter is lighthearted an easy, jovial in a way that Claude often isn't even outside the bedroom.
It's kind of simple and happy, and ridiculous when Claude bites into the oozing monstrosity that is the PB&J taco, but that doesn't stop him from smiling and letting a little laughter rumble in his chest when the jelly and peanut butter smears onto his cheek, spilling past his lips onto his chin and belly.
It's still warm from the stove, the jam sharply sweet and the peanut butter thick and foreign, but he swallows dutifully, his tongue sweeping over his lip to catch some errant jam, but it's hardly effective. ]
Well, it's messy.
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[ this is stupid
It is kind of nice, though, to be appreciated for being just a guy in frills that is doing something he really likes.. just being himself. It's no wonder he wanted to get out of the Academy as soon as possible and just live his extra life. He was arguably the first to go and fell into the clutches of the partying lifestyle— popping every pill on the planet to get some relief from the spirits that terrorized him every night and searching desperately for any ounce of affection that was starved from his upbringing. His guardian would have never approved of his behavior and not the monstrosity of a meal that he just made. It felt nice to have someone like all these things.
Klaus takes a bite at the other end, it's about halfway finished, and then offers the other end to Claude again. ]
It's rich be-caaaaause... well.
[ He thinks he has to approach this man like he does with Siegfried and Percival. He just gives off that ye olde vibe, especially with that talk of dragons. Think of Dungeons and Dragons again, Klaus. ]
There's some sort of witchcraft I used a lot about three years ago, but it would make me really hungry, so this is a recipe I found on a stoner's— um— a wizard's website.
A wizard's scroll.
[ He doesn't know how ye olde Claude is, but whatever. ]
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Witchcraft. [ He repeats dubiously, sensing that Klaus is trying to dumb down his explanation. ] We might be from different times, opioids where I'm from.
[ He has to relieve one hand from Klaus' waist to catch the jelly clinging to his chin, growing steadily distracted by the conversation. ]
I wasn't aware that they induced a certain type of appetite however. Just that they tended to…
[ He looks at Klaus. Well, make people behave like him. ]
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[ He can tell that Claude is getting distracted by the conversation, so he's just going to reel things back into where they're supposed to be. Nobody needs to know about his dangerous habits; he's been clean from all of that for three miraculous years. He doesn't need to know why Klaus did it— why he was such a coward and drugs were his only way to escape from the spirits that tormented him from day in and day out. It's a really boner killer of a conversation.
Klaus shamelessly dips down and licks his tongue after that same spot that Claude tried to clean off, lapping away any residue. ]
Now.. you're comparing my cooking with my kissing, right? So.
[ He speaks right against Claude's lips warmly. ]
Kiss me.
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He doesn't have time for a witty retort, all too eager about the feel of Klaus' mouth against his, pressing his tongue to the seam of his lips and tasting the same sugar he'd been sampling earlier. It's kind of delightful, just how pliant Klaus is, obliging where Claude presses up against him, where he wants to explore and stroke over his tongue with his own. The gesture sends warmth tingling down his spine, pooling in his belly. It's easy and relaxed.
Though the way that his fingers dig into the skin of Klaus' thigh is proof of a little more desire, settling a little hotter in his blood.
He likes how easily Klaus offers himself up, and how willing he is to go along with what Claude wants. For someone to care about his pleasure is a sweet and precious gift, and he can't help just how excited it gets him.
When he breaks away, he doesn't wander far, letting his nose brush the line of his jaw as he presses a soft kiss to his throat. ]
I still don't think your cooking is that bad.
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