[ There's a lot of things he wants, usually all at once. It was the over-stimulation; the gluttonous intake of whatever that helped him feel numb. He's been sober from it all for far too long and now that there wasn't much reason for him to keep his sobriety up, he had wondered what sorts of suppressants he could find in a place like this. Sex was the next best thing, though. It could be a drug in and of itself. Lord knows he was addicted to it, so if his newfound partners wanted to go big or go home, he was compliant; he was willing if it helped him grace the surface of euphoria. He does feel that stiff arousal— the way the other man's grips his hips possessively and firm in a way that made his heart skip a beat.
It felt nice to be wanted, even if it was just being used.
From then, Klaus takes a few, steady breaths and tries to relax, only to feel that warmth flee from him. His eyes flutter open, his face resting against the mossy surface of his make shift home, and he's once again a little loss as to what was about to happen. He liked that, though. Anything predictable had almost lost it's flavor at this point.
Klaus does make a rather pitiful noise to emphasize his impatience even if Eustace left him just for a moment. Before he can protest any further, though, he feels the cold press of something against him. He knows what it is— it's been a long time since he's allowed something like this to be used on him, but he figures it might be best if he doesn't aggravate Eustace any further if he's going to be putting something like that in and out of him.
If Eustace goes ahead and pushes the toy further in, he might feel some resistance at first, a stifled noise before he breathes deep through his nose, trying to loosen his muscles. ]
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It felt nice to be wanted, even if it was just being used.
From then, Klaus takes a few, steady breaths and tries to relax, only to feel that warmth flee from him. His eyes flutter open, his face resting against the mossy surface of his make shift home, and he's once again a little loss as to what was about to happen. He liked that, though. Anything predictable had almost lost it's flavor at this point.
Klaus does make a rather pitiful noise to emphasize his impatience even if Eustace left him just for a moment. Before he can protest any further, though, he feels the cold press of something against him. He knows what it is— it's been a long time since he's allowed something like this to be used on him, but he figures it might be best if he doesn't aggravate Eustace any further if he's going to be putting something like that in and out of him.
If Eustace goes ahead and pushes the toy further in, he might feel some resistance at first, a stifled noise before he breathes deep through his nose, trying to loosen his muscles. ]