[ The pink on the other’s cheeks confuses him, initially. Thus far, Klaus has proven that seemingly nothing shakes or flusters him, so catching sight of that brief, slightest tinge surprises him more than any of the other’s forwardness. He’s not even really sure what he did, but it’s cute. It’s so cute that he decides he’d like to replicate it again, if their paths should cross again after today (lol).
But the way he moans into his mouth when Siegfried grabs his ass and pulls him closer? That’s pretty cute too. Gone is any sort of coyness, the way the other man rolls his hips and grinds against him drawing out something primal within him. He groans, deepening the kiss, conveying the eagerness within him wordlessly, through the shameless way his tongue seeks out Klaus’ just as his groin aches for more of him. Klaus may kiss him with practiced ease, but Siegfried has mostly instinct to rely on.
Said instinct wants to keep pushing forward, and his mouth begins traveling southward along his jaw, spurred by the feel of Klaus’ wandering hands and nails.
But the warmth of his hands becomes hot and nearly uncomfortable when they drag across the patches of reptilian skin, making Siegfried hiss in surprise and his composure visibly waver. He pulls back when Klaus withdraws his hands and pauses their kissing, eyes flickering, unsettled. The skin where his curse has broken through— its nature is that of a cold-blooded creature, extra sensitive to the warmth Klaus offers.
Inadvertently, they are getting to know much more of each other than they bargained for. He supposes that comes with the territory of allowing himself to be physically exposed like this.
Klaus doesn’t seem disturbed, which piques his curiosity. ]
No. [ He hesitates, wondering how best to word what he really wants to say. He isn’t sure if Klaus is actually wary of touching there again… the man has a way of making everything seem fine. He smiles, though this one is decidedly less self-assured than he would like. ] It doesn’t hurt.
[ Siegfried hesitates before taking Klaus’ hand, guiding it to a similar, smaller patch of skin along his shoulder. ] It’s ah… more sensitive. But if its appearance doesn’t disturb you… It feels nice.
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But the way he moans into his mouth when Siegfried grabs his ass and pulls him closer? That’s pretty cute too. Gone is any sort of coyness, the way the other man rolls his hips and grinds against him drawing out something primal within him. He groans, deepening the kiss, conveying the eagerness within him wordlessly, through the shameless way his tongue seeks out Klaus’ just as his groin aches for more of him. Klaus may kiss him with practiced ease, but Siegfried has mostly instinct to rely on.
Said instinct wants to keep pushing forward, and his mouth begins traveling southward along his jaw, spurred by the feel of Klaus’ wandering hands and nails.
But the warmth of his hands becomes hot and nearly uncomfortable when they drag across the patches of reptilian skin, making Siegfried hiss in surprise and his composure visibly waver. He pulls back when Klaus withdraws his hands and pauses their kissing, eyes flickering, unsettled. The skin where his curse has broken through— its nature is that of a cold-blooded creature, extra sensitive to the warmth Klaus offers.
Inadvertently, they are getting to know much more of each other than they bargained for. He supposes that comes with the territory of allowing himself to be physically exposed like this.
Klaus doesn’t seem disturbed, which piques his curiosity. ]
No. [ He hesitates, wondering how best to word what he really wants to say. He isn’t sure if Klaus is actually wary of touching there again… the man has a way of making everything seem fine. He smiles, though this one is decidedly less self-assured than he would like. ] It doesn’t hurt.
[ Siegfried hesitates before taking Klaus’ hand, guiding it to a similar, smaller patch of skin along his shoulder. ] It’s ah… more sensitive. But if its appearance doesn’t disturb you… It feels nice.
[ Erogenous zones? Erogenous zones. ]