[ he'd (verbally) kick his ass if his mouth weren't full of dick right now. As it stands, Siegfried can only furrow his brow at that comment, wondering why such a handsome and charming stranger would ever have to resort to desperation. The thought slips away with the moan Klaus gifts him with, the soft sound sending shivers down his spine.
There's intent behind his slow, lazy movements, yes, and it's obvious— to drive Klaus mad, but he's also simply enjoying tasting him, mapping out the feel of his cock with languid drags of his tongue and noting every little muscle that tenses as his mouth explores. His breath hitches as he shuts his eyes and focuses on forcing his throat to stretch further, to take him in fully.
He isn't moving any faster, only deeper, and deeper into Klaus' wrists his nails dig in, as well. ]
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There's intent behind his slow, lazy movements, yes, and it's obvious— to drive Klaus mad, but he's also simply enjoying tasting him, mapping out the feel of his cock with languid drags of his tongue and noting every little muscle that tenses as his mouth explores. His breath hitches as he shuts his eyes and focuses on forcing his throat to stretch further, to take him in fully.
He isn't moving any faster, only deeper, and deeper into Klaus' wrists his nails dig in, as well. ]