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. ]
[ Klaus is.. extremely easy pretty much anything. He does appreciate how this encounter has been casual and sweet. As mentioned, he does like it when the person he is seducing behaves properly. It's time to reward him for his patience.
He's a warm and friendly kisser, having years of practice with many different partners. His tongue isn't shy to lap and rub along Claude's, vibrating an eager moan into the other brunette's mouth. When his throat is kissed, he pushes into the brunette's lips, lingering there if Claude decides to kiss him further here (it is a weak spot.) Klaus then shifts when Claude speaks and he pulls back, shifting one leg off of Claude's lap, all the while hiking one leg up, high heel settling on the chair and flush against Claude's hip. His hands rub down the expanse of Claude's chest again, down his abdomen, and right along his thighs where they connect to his pelvis. ]
Oh.. it isn't?
[ He slides his foot off the chair to meet parallel with the other as he lowers himself down to his knees, pushing Claude's legs apart to allow room or the rest of his body. He works to unbuttoning (or unfastening, unzipping) his partner's trousers. ]
I forgot.. you should probably compare it to my sucking too.
[ Claude does think that he's been a good boy, and he does think that he deserves a reward for his patience. (Not that being patient took much effort. He was content to spend time with Klaus, listen to his interesting stories about his world and cook his interesting food.)
He can't resist trailing a hand up the leg that settles on the chair, starting at the ankle and then smoothing up his calves, admiring the curve of muscle from the heels, as well as how comfortable Klaus appeared to be in them. ]
You're quite a generous soul.
[ He murmurs the words, genuine and reverent as he shifts in his seat so that it's easier to shove his pants and undergarments out of the way, and so that Klaus doesn't need to lean quite so far into the seat to reach him. ]
But I'm happy to sample another one of your skills.
I am just chock full of skills. So, so many skills. Skills your cute little mind wouldn't even think about.
[ As Claude shifts positions, Klaus handles him gently at first, wiry fingers curving around the base of his length. His voice is filled with a bit of warning, which is kind of cute considering he's dressed like a pretty maid right now, but: ]
Watch me carefully. And don't you dare look away.
[ He's sucked so much dick in his life he really thinks nothing of it now. He can watch Claude without breaking eye contact as he gums up and down one side of the shaft and then the other. Teasing, tickling movements, but he allows the flat of his tongue to spread over the tip for a moment, warm breath ghosting over his partner. ]
[ From his demeanour and his confidence, and the way that he'd strolled up to Claude's apartment in a slutty outfit without a second thought, Claude doesn't doubt that Klaus is well practiced in the art of sucking dick. Far more experienced than Claude's unrefined tastes could appreciate, he's sure, but he does his best to follow through with the requests placed upon him, chin down and watching obediently as Klaus takes to the task with ease.
Though really, he needn't have even asked given just how captivated Claude is with the sight, his fingers tracing over Klaus' jaw up to his hair, careful not to dislodge the headband there as he plays with the strands. ]
I wouldn't dream of it. [ He answers, though the last words come out as a sigh, warmed by the touch to his cock.
Just the anticipation and the eye contact have him warmed already, flushed underneath his clothes and eager for it, struggling to keep himself in place instead of squirming like an impatient schoolboy.
Not that he doubts Klaus would mind a little manhandling, but Claude doesn't want to appear so desperate off the bat. Since Klaus is supposed to be showing off, he ought to give him the chance to display his skills at his own pace at first. ]
[ Klaus can appreciate how this man handles the situation.. someone like him dressing up cute and seducing him. He seems like someone of great patience, which contrasts greatly with Klaus in.. basically everything.
He swallows and takes him fully, now, sealing his lips tightly over him and eases forward at a painstakingly slow pace. Testing the waters, he lets his teeth graze the surface of Claude's skin as he slowly engulfs him— not biting at all, but there is a bit of scraping. Ever so slightly.
Some guys get off on that, some guys don't. Time to find out if Claude is that type of person or not. Klaus hums, giving his partner both some noise and vibration as he holds him firmly between his lips. The caressing of his hair is nice, but Claude is right. Pulling would be better, but maybe not this time. ]
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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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He's a warm and friendly kisser, having years of practice with many different partners. His tongue isn't shy to lap and rub along Claude's, vibrating an eager moan into the other brunette's mouth. When his throat is kissed, he pushes into the brunette's lips, lingering there if Claude decides to kiss him further here (it is a weak spot.) Klaus then shifts when Claude speaks and he pulls back, shifting one leg off of Claude's lap, all the while hiking one leg up, high heel settling on the chair and flush against Claude's hip. His hands rub down the expanse of Claude's chest again, down his abdomen, and right along his thighs where they connect to his pelvis. ]
Oh.. it isn't?
[ He slides his foot off the chair to meet parallel with the other as he lowers himself down to his knees, pushing Claude's legs apart to allow room or the rest of his body. He works to unbuttoning (or unfastening, unzipping) his partner's trousers. ]
I forgot.. you should probably compare it to my sucking too.
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He can't resist trailing a hand up the leg that settles on the chair, starting at the ankle and then smoothing up his calves, admiring the curve of muscle from the heels, as well as how comfortable Klaus appeared to be in them. ]
You're quite a generous soul.
[ He murmurs the words, genuine and reverent as he shifts in his seat so that it's easier to shove his pants and undergarments out of the way, and so that Klaus doesn't need to lean quite so far into the seat to reach him. ]
But I'm happy to sample another one of your skills.
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[ As Claude shifts positions, Klaus handles him gently at first, wiry fingers curving around the base of his length. His voice is filled with a bit of warning, which is kind of cute considering he's dressed like a pretty maid right now, but: ]
Watch me carefully. And don't you dare look away.
[ He's sucked so much dick in his life he really thinks nothing of it now. He can watch Claude without breaking eye contact as he gums up and down one side of the shaft and then the other. Teasing, tickling movements, but he allows the flat of his tongue to spread over the tip for a moment, warm breath ghosting over his partner. ]
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Though really, he needn't have even asked given just how captivated Claude is with the sight, his fingers tracing over Klaus' jaw up to his hair, careful not to dislodge the headband there as he plays with the strands. ]
I wouldn't dream of it. [ He answers, though the last words come out as a sigh, warmed by the touch to his cock.
Just the anticipation and the eye contact have him warmed already, flushed underneath his clothes and eager for it, struggling to keep himself in place instead of squirming like an impatient schoolboy.
Not that he doubts Klaus would mind a little manhandling, but Claude doesn't want to appear so desperate off the bat. Since Klaus is supposed to be showing off, he ought to give him the chance to display his skills at his own pace at first. ]
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He swallows and takes him fully, now, sealing his lips tightly over him and eases forward at a painstakingly slow pace.
Testing the waters, he lets his teeth graze the surface of Claude's skin as he slowly engulfs him— not biting at all, but there is a bit of scraping. Ever so slightly.
Some guys get off on that, some guys don't. Time to find out if Claude is that type of person or not. Klaus hums, giving his partner both some noise and vibration as he holds him firmly between his lips. The caressing of his hair is nice, but Claude is right. Pulling would be better, but maybe not this time. ]