[ Though Eustace has always preferred to be in control, he's never found much enjoyment in purely selfish actions. Maybe it's because he's forgotten the core of who he is, the essence of himself worn away after so many years spent as the Society's loyal dog. Hard to be selfish when you don't even remember your own dreams anymore. Even here, he's just become someone else's tool, bowing to the whims of the Augur in order to check off squares in the hopes of finding answers. Maybe that's why Klaus is so fascinating to him, his actions and words so completely unfettered and free that they might as well belong to an entirely different world.
Either way, it's a world he wants to know more of, and a world he's willing to lose himself in for just this one day. Klaus's vocalizations are enough to unravel his usual careful restraint, control slipping as he slides in further, the uneven press of the beads against his cock sending constant bursts of pleasure through him just as much as the slick feeling of Klaus hot and tight around him.
He can't even be bothered to reply back to that demand for more, too busy letting his actions speak for him, from the way his free hand clamps down on Klaus's hip to hold him in place to the needy way his own hips move, in swift desperate strokes. More, faster, harder. That's what he wants, his desire evident in the tense lines of his shoulders and the curve of his spine, and the way even he can't stop himself from making noise, voice breaking slightly as he moans through his teeth. ]
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Either way, it's a world he wants to know more of, and a world he's willing to lose himself in for just this one day. Klaus's vocalizations are enough to unravel his usual careful restraint, control slipping as he slides in further, the uneven press of the beads against his cock sending constant bursts of pleasure through him just as much as the slick feeling of Klaus hot and tight around him.
He can't even be bothered to reply back to that demand for more, too busy letting his actions speak for him, from the way his free hand clamps down on Klaus's hip to hold him in place to the needy way his own hips move, in swift desperate strokes. More, faster, harder. That's what he wants, his desire evident in the tense lines of his shoulders and the curve of his spine, and the way even he can't stop himself from making noise, voice breaking slightly as he moans through his teeth. ]