[ No amount of training or years of missions and fighting in the battlefield could have prepared him for the way Klaus so easily touches his shoulders and chest, as if it were a casual greeting between old friends. It’s silly to get flustered over something like this considering what they’ve just agreed to, but old habits die hard. Though he doesn’t do anything as juvenile as fumbling over his words (that’s more Percy behavior), the flush returns to his cheeks and his gaze darts to the side. ]
You’re too kind. No wonder you’ve charmed so many before.
[ The other’s words reassure him, at least. It really isn’t any of his business as to why Klaus indulges in the things that he does. Perhaps sex was to Klaus what the battlefield was to Siegfried— something that made him feel alive and with a purpose.
He has to trust that this man, despite only having met him a few minutes ago, would tell him if something was not truly agreeable. He reaches up to take the other’s hand in his own once more, his expression serious (probably too serious) again. ]
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You’re too kind. No wonder you’ve charmed so many before.
[ The other’s words reassure him, at least. It really isn’t any of his business as to why Klaus indulges in the things that he does. Perhaps sex was to Klaus what the battlefield was to Siegfried— something that made him feel alive and with a purpose.
He has to trust that this man, despite only having met him a few minutes ago, would tell him if something was not truly agreeable. He reaches up to take the other’s hand in his own once more, his expression serious (probably too serious) again. ]
Alright. Send me your card.