[ 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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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. ]