[ This. This was normal. Sweeping someone he just met off of the street and into his arms. If this was how this place worked, considered himself right at home. Finally belonging somewhere when most of his life he felt like he like he didn't belong somewhere. That's all his lifestyle was, really. Running away with no place to go in hopes that he'd end up somewhere that fit just right. Running from his fears, running from his expectations.
Though, he's a little startled when the other man takes him by the temple and he has no option but to look into his eyes. He feels something in his chest drop to his stomach as the words leave Siegfried's lips because he hadn't expected something like this— not from someone he just met. Most of the people he just met are also running from something and looking for something like he is. It's a pretty selfish endeavor, and you meet the same type of people, sleep with them to fill that void for just one night until they leave you the next day and you never see them again.
The way he speaks reminds him of someone incredibly dear to him— he's fairly certain the same idea that Siegfried is communicating is the same idea that's been expressed to him before, but in different words. A different person. A different time. He knows this is just how this man is, but he can't help but think of his lover's hand on his temple instead. Siegfried might notice his eyes gloss over but he finally breaks eye contact, eyes dipping down for a moment. ]
No, look.. it's fine—
[ Before he can explain himself or divert to the attention to something else, his partner is already doing the same. He encourages shuffling backwards when their lips mesh together, one of his hands trying to touch any surface that could behind him and the other holding the brunette around his waist. There's a vertical surface that his shoulders hit gently and that's when his hands get busy to try and remove the already loose clothing off of Siegfried's larger frame. He breaks the kiss away, still a little stirred from the words he had just heard. Klaus needs to drive this back to something more familiar— a pointless fuck so he doesn't absolutely get emotional on this guy. ]
You don't have to do that.. I mean.. talk to me like that. It's okay.
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Though, he's a little startled when the other man takes him by the temple and he has no option but to look into his eyes. He feels something in his chest drop to his stomach as the words leave Siegfried's lips because he hadn't expected something like this— not from someone he just met. Most of the people he just met are also running from something and looking for something like he is. It's a pretty selfish endeavor, and you meet the same type of people, sleep with them to fill that void for just one night until they leave you the next day and you never see them again.
The way he speaks reminds him of someone incredibly dear to him— he's fairly certain the same idea that Siegfried is communicating is the same idea that's been expressed to him before, but in different words. A different person. A different time. He knows this is just how this man is, but he can't help but think of his lover's hand on his temple instead. Siegfried might notice his eyes gloss over but he finally breaks eye contact, eyes dipping down for a moment. ]
No, look.. it's fine—
[ Before he can explain himself or divert to the attention to something else, his partner is already doing the same. He encourages shuffling backwards when their lips mesh together, one of his hands trying to touch any surface that could behind him and the other holding the brunette around his waist. There's a vertical surface that his shoulders hit gently and that's when his hands get busy to try and remove the already loose clothing off of Siegfried's larger frame. He breaks the kiss away, still a little stirred from the words he had just heard. Klaus needs to drive this back to something more familiar— a pointless fuck so he doesn't absolutely get emotional on this guy. ]
You don't have to do that.. I mean.. talk to me like that. It's okay.