[ Being clung to feels nice, an implicit trust being placed in him before setting him down, but he shakes his head and laughs softly at the comment. ]

Is being lifted all I need to do in order to woo you? We're learning quite a bit about each other, apparently.

[ He listens as Klaus asserts his preferences, even if he may only seem to be absentmindedly listening, most of his attention focused on drawing idle circles with along his inner thigh: first with his fingertips, then with his lips.

There's either blind trust in that statement, or recklessness, and Siegfried has a feeling there's a good bit of both. He settles more fully between the Klaus' legs, ghosting his breath over his pelvic bone. ]

I'll certainly take that into consideration, but...

[ And he'll work up to it, know trusting Klaus to make his boundaries known-- ]

How am I supposed to make you beg if I give you what you want from the very beginning?

[ So unfortunately, he's going to take his time, just a little bit, but he at least is merciful enough to stop exploring around Klaus' cock and very slowly taking the tip between his lips, slowly him in, torturous inch by inch. All the while, he reaches up to forcefully pin Klaus' wrists to his sides. ]