[ Abundantly sweet to Klaus is courteous and kind to Siegfried, who, (un)fortunately cannot be any other way when it comes to sex. It is, at least to him, still the most intimate physical thing one can do with anyone else, even if this land forces them to treat it as something casual. The physicality of it is what makes it easier for Siegfried to accept and even indulge in as of recently— he can do physical closeness and affectionate companionship, even if the thought of emotional intimacy unsettles him.
Still, there’s something about the thought Klaus had gotten lost in, and the flippant low regard of himself, that stings him.
Thankfully, Klaus’ wandering eyes, flattery, and the sight of his near-naked body are an easy diversion from allowing himself to keep prying too much into it. It clearly isn’t something Klaus wants to dwell on. His stomach tenses when Klaus’ hands settle on it, such a simple gesture making his groin stir. His own hands cup the other’s cheeks gently, coming to rest at his shoulders with the return of a small smile. ]
That’s good. I wasn’t looking forward to parting ways just yet. I’ll simply have to demonstrate that I do find you that sexy.
[ Whatever that means. It sounds every bit as awkward as you’d think, coming from him. And he knows it, too, brow furrowing. Let’s not dwell on that, either.
Siegfried isn’t proficient at expressing himself and how he feels about Klaus’ newly exposed form, but his body betrays him quite notably, breath hitching in his throat when Klaus sinks to the floor, even if for a moment, and exposes him fully. Siegfried’s body is littered with old battle scars, and a few gleams of odd-looking reptilian scales mostly along his back, the latter of which normally makes him self-conscious, but Klaus has a way of making him feel quite relaxed. The feel of his mouth teasing his inner thighs and abdomen making his cock twitch with anticipation. His fingers idly thread through his hair, and when he pulls away and stands back up to fully disrobe, Siegfried’s body really betrays his arousal. Klaus may be half-stiff, but an eyeful of Klaus’ lean yet still visibly toned form is all Siegfried needs to be visibly quite ready.
He sinks into the kiss quite deeply, pressing the other man more firmly against the wall, growing hunger evident in the way his lips part and his tongue seeks Klaus’. Siegfried’s hands rake down the other’s sides indulgently, then firmly grip his ass. He pulls him closer, rolling his hips so that their cocks meet and give them a taste of friction. ]
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Still, there’s something about the thought Klaus had gotten lost in, and the flippant low regard of himself, that stings him.
Thankfully, Klaus’ wandering eyes, flattery, and the sight of his near-naked body are an easy diversion from allowing himself to keep prying too much into it. It clearly isn’t something Klaus wants to dwell on. His stomach tenses when Klaus’ hands settle on it, such a simple gesture making his groin stir. His own hands cup the other’s cheeks gently, coming to rest at his shoulders with the return of a small smile. ]
That’s good. I wasn’t looking forward to parting ways just yet. I’ll simply have to demonstrate that I do find you that sexy.
[ Whatever that means. It sounds every bit as awkward as you’d think, coming from him. And he knows it, too, brow furrowing. Let’s not dwell on that, either.
Siegfried isn’t proficient at expressing himself and how he feels about Klaus’ newly exposed form, but his body betrays him quite notably, breath hitching in his throat when Klaus sinks to the floor, even if for a moment, and exposes him fully. Siegfried’s body is littered with old battle scars, and a few gleams of odd-looking reptilian scales mostly along his back, the latter of which normally makes him self-conscious, but Klaus has a way of making him feel quite relaxed. The feel of his mouth teasing his inner thighs and abdomen making his cock twitch with anticipation. His fingers idly thread through his hair, and when he pulls away and stands back up to fully disrobe, Siegfried’s body really betrays his arousal. Klaus may be half-stiff, but an eyeful of Klaus’ lean yet still visibly toned form is all Siegfried needs to be visibly quite ready.
He sinks into the kiss quite deeply, pressing the other man more firmly against the wall, growing hunger evident in the way his lips part and his tongue seeks Klaus’. Siegfried’s hands rake down the other’s sides indulgently, then firmly grip his ass. He pulls him closer, rolling his hips so that their cocks meet and give them a taste of friction. ]