[ Different things make different people almost blush. For Klaus it was simple compliments, and for Siegfried it’s Klaus’ foul mouth and the way he casually asserts his sexuality. Thankfully, he (mostly) maintains his composure, although a little careful observation would betray him in that his shoulders visibly tense and relax as he returns to the bed.
Fingers coated in lubrication, he kneels between Klaus’ legs once more, angling his hips slightly upward, and shoots him a curious smile. This is a good view, his handsome features, the expanse of his body, and his cock all presented for admiration.
Although he does feel a bit guilty for subjecting the other man to his insistence to wait. ]
You said you’re good at begging. I want to see it.
[ With no further warning, he presses both fore and middle finger past any initial resistance of his ass, insistent on exploring him. A stark contrast to the slow and careful movements of his mouth just minutes before. ]
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Fingers coated in lubrication, he kneels between Klaus’ legs once more, angling his hips slightly upward, and shoots him a curious smile. This is a good view, his handsome features, the expanse of his body, and his cock all presented for admiration.
Although he does feel a bit guilty for subjecting the other man to his insistence to wait. ]
You said you’re good at begging. I want to see it.
[ With no further warning, he presses both fore and middle finger past any initial resistance of his ass, insistent on exploring him. A stark contrast to the slow and careful movements of his mouth just minutes before. ]