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TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

Arrival

This time, you come out of the water. While the Augur reboots, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy draws people in. It's like being suspended between realities and walking through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. Feel the friendship!

Recent arrivals and visitors to the beach may notice a sudden influx of hundreds of bright red crustaceans crawling (and coupling) across the sand. It's crab mating season, as it turns out, it's a regular invasion! To keep the beach a pleasant place to gather for the island's inhabitants, the robots are offering credits to especially enterprising crab-catchers. Grab a bucket and get to work! Be sure to watch out for their pinch, mind you. Their little claws are tiny, but that doesn’t mean they don’t hurt.

Surprisingly, there is another effect that even the robots don't anticipate: islanders who are pinched by the crabs find themselves feeling instantly buddy-buddy with the next person they spot. Did you just become best friends?! Get pinched one too many times, however, and those feelings may sour into a crabby mood, indeed.

If you are feeling particularly vengeful (or just hungry), the little crabs do make for delicious gumbo. Once cooked, they have no side effects whatsoever.

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II. Phallus Phestival

Although the Augur is offline and supplies are scarce, the robots of Erku are still eager to make their run-down little island a welcoming place for the new arrivals. To that end, they have arranged a three day festival to boost morale and promote the generation of plenty of Eros energy to assist in the restoration of the damaged and decayed parts of the city. The robots claim that this celebration was once a cornerstone of the long-lost civilization of the island. By the dawn of the first day, every island resident will find at their doorstep (or tent flap, mobile suit, etc) the traditional costume of the ancient islanders to wear to the festival. It appears to be... a giant sheet? There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to the sometimes garish colors and patterns of the fabric, but at least the robots have uploaded instructions on how to wear it to your bracelet device.

Attendees will find food (mostly crab-flavored), confections, and household necessities in rather suggestive shapes, as well as goods you might find handy to complete your A5 squares: sex toys, pervertibles, sexy maid outfits, and the like. While islanders are welcome to set up shop on the festival grounds and sell (or charge) whatever they like, all items from the robots are offered up for free to those who wear their traditional island garb!

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III. Fireside Adventures

Each night of the festival is wrapped up in style with an enormous bonfire on the beach, where drinks, fruity cocktails, and lively music appropriate for dancing is all provided at no cost by the robots. Even if you’re not usually much of a dancer, the longer you stand by the fire and allow it to warm your limbs, the more you feel like moving! Not only that, but everyone is looking quite beautiful by the firelight, are they not?

If you’ve grown tired - or if dancing just isn’t your thing - you might prefer to sit back and swap stories on one of the many driftwood log benches the robots have prepared for seating. Or, maybe you’d prefer to rough it for the night in one of the beachside canvas tents. Better claim one quick, though, or be prepared to share… there’s only one sleeping bag!

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N A V I G A T I O N

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[ The hands on his shoulders take him aback, but he doesn't pull away, just lean back a bit. He smiles wryly. ]

Heh. This entire experience has been nothing but a breather. I've quite enough rest and relaxation.

[ Cause he's a simple man. Others may hate the fact that there's nothing to do in the city, and that it's pretty much a wasteland, but given that Siegfried's used to camping alone in the wilderness, he doesn't really care that the facilities leave much to be desired. And he's bored. Those zombies last month were actually kind of a welcome distraction for him. Big jock knight like hitting things.

Siegfried looks thoughtful, like he's trying to make sure he understands Klaus correctly. ]

Is that an offer to exchange squares?

Exchange squares..

_{[ Klaus repeats, though he starts laughing. ]}

Wow! You are so generous.

_{[ Which means he was just expecting to get used but the sad part is the fact he doesn’t even care. There’s enjoyment in the whole “giving someone a square” process, but the fact that Siegfried is considering his needs too is.. sweet. ]}

Yeah, yeah. Exchange squares. Whatever squares you want.

Is that not what you were implying—

[ Oh no, if he's taken things the wrong way, that means this place has truly affected him in an awful way.

Even though Klaus had literally just offered a show with the cursed dildo.

Thankfully, it looks as though he's just spoken too soon, but what Klaus had initially offered just makes him more confused. ]

It's not generosity, merely fair and mutually beneficial.

[ He can't believe Klaus was gonna give it up for nothing in exchange.............

Anyway. Despite his calm tone, it's very obvious this interaction isn't something he's done a lot by the way he grows silent (and takes a while, sorry, Ye Olde still figuring out technology) while he sends his card to Klaus' bracelet.

He offers Klaus his hand again. ]

Come with me, please.

[ If he takes it, he'll notice it's warm, because he's actually pretty fuckin' embarrassed. ]

_{[ Sorry, Siegfried. He's just accustomed to being someone who is just used. But the other man's reaction is cute, even down to the fact he's taking his precious time with his bracelet. Klaus' smile lingers but he seems a little perplexed when Siegfried offers his hand again. His eyes bounce down to that and.. oh. Has it really been that long since he's just held hands with someone? Like in an innocent way. Something about how he just holds it out to him willingly makes him think of an instance that someone else did that to him.. quite frequently.

There's an instance where he looks lost in thought for a moment, but he takes his hand and his smile returns. ]}

Gladly.

_{[ The wrist his bracelet is on is the opposite one that is twined with Siegfried's, so he can look at the card that was just sent. ]}

Are you saying.. I get to choose?

_{[ SUCH AN HONOR. ]}

[ The way Klaus hesitates makes him wonder if he's having second thoughts, which is completely understandable, but completely at odds with how Klaus has been behaving thus far.

He's just about to tell him that it's fine to have changed his mind, it made complete sense, even, when Klaus smiles and willingly takes his hand.

He leads them towards the small apartment Siegfried had claimed for himself. He hardly considers it "home", because even in his own world, he didn't truly have a home, but it is a private space.

And he is extremely private.

He looks to Klaus as they walk, curious. ]

Yes. It should be something you can enjoy, after all.

[ Although he's starting to get the sense that there's very little Klaus wouldn't agree to, which is worrysome. Klaus may be a relative stranger, but he's pleasant thus far. ]

_{[ He is SO DELIGHTED to just hold hands—- he even interlaces their fingers and swings their hands idly cause... yeah. He’s a kinky bastard that spends company with other kinky bastards that don’t really do the whole intimacy part really well, but Klaus low key craves it. Something to replace the gap that his previous lover left behind.

But let’s be real.. nobody could ever replace his previous lover no matter how hard he tried.

At that, he just barks some laughter. ]}

Oh my god, I can’t believe it. A considerate partner. Best one night stand eveeeeer.

_{[ He is both somehow simple and complex all at once. But, now he’s given a choice and he blows a raspberry. ]}

I mean, I hiiiiiighly doubt you’d wanna just..

_{[ He clicks his tongue. ]}

... fill out the whole thing, buuuuut.
How much do you know about dom and sub? Or... I can get behind some blood play.

_{[ He is just so casual about this. ]}

I’m really good at begging.

[ First Klaus looks apprehensive about taking his hand, then he laces their fingers together and takes it upon himself to make the gesture way more familiar than necessary. It's puzzling. Thus far, that basically sums up the impression Klaus is leaving on him: puzzling.

But he makes no moves to pull away, seeing as what they'd just agreed to do would put him in a much more vulnerable position than simply holding hands. ]

... Fill out the whole thing? [ He stops in his tracks, eyes widening. For a moment, he wonders if Klaus is insane, to be willing to take on such a feat with a complete stranger. He continues walking and even draws him closer, suddenly feeling very sullen about the fact that a considerate partner is apparently a novelty to this man.

It's really none of his business, and Klaus seems cheerful enough, but the thought is enough to put doubt in his mind about continuing. ]

Begging is fine. [ It's simple, and he's not quite ready to dive into some of these more extreme kinks yet.

They're now in front of his apartment, and Siegfried turns to him, brow furrowed. ]

Are you certain you want to go through with this? You seem more than comfortable with sex, but you've barely arrived.

_{[ Puzzling is absolutely right. There's a lot more to him than just dicks, drugs and debauchery, but he tries his best to not be so open about those kinds of things.

His perplexed expression is awfully endearing— Klaus hasn't felt this comfortable with a partner in.. well.. he didn't know when. Maybe before rehab.

He pulls his hands away, as much as he enjoyed holding onto Siegfried, to settle his hands on the other man's shoulders with a steady exhale, hands coming down to slide over his chest, feeling up this area curiously. ]}

Who wouldn't want to go through anything with you?

_{[ I mean, he's pretty good looking. Then, Klaus' hands meet his shoulders again. ]}

It's just sex. It's just sex and his place revolves around it.. I would have been content just to fool around a little with you but.. youuuuu did bring up the squares if I remember correctly, so you tell me.

I've had sex. A lot.

_{[ Sex was something that helped him numb the terrors from the specters that haunted. Sex was something that made him actually feel like something other than a disappointment and a failure. Someone who could make others feel like something. Sex gave him a purpose. ]}

[ No amount of training or years of missions and fighting in the battlefield could have prepared him for the way Klaus so easily touches his shoulders and chest, as if it were a casual greeting between old friends. It’s silly to get flustered over something like this considering what they’ve just agreed to, but old habits die hard. Though he doesn’t do anything as juvenile as fumbling over his words (that’s more Percy behavior), the flush returns to his cheeks and his gaze darts to the side. ]

You’re too kind. No wonder you’ve charmed so many before.

[ The other’s words reassure him, at least. It really isn’t any of his business as to why Klaus indulges in the things that he does. Perhaps sex was to Klaus what the battlefield was to Siegfried— something that made him feel alive and with a purpose.

He has to trust that this man, despite only having met him a few minutes ago, would tell him if something was not truly agreeable. He reaches up to take the other’s hand in his own once more, his expression serious (probably too serious) again. ]

Alright. Send me your card.

_{[ He's a very tangible person and Siegfried is just going to have to get used to that. His hands continue to wander over the other man intrusively, but he doesn't remove the pretty toga he has on and does stop around his hips, holding him there. ]}

Well. I wouldn't be too sure about that. Maybe many other junkies or similar low lives like myself.. sometimes.. sometimes I get a discount from the prostitutes, but..

_{[ He's moving in a little closer with intention to lavish the other man with affection, but pauses when he feels one of his hands taken and asks for his card. He sends it on over and parts his lips..

Nobody really loves a person who, deep down, doesn't love themself.

That's what he almost says, but instead, he just dips forward and gives the other man a kiss along his jawline. He seems perfectly natural with this— natural like breathing. ]}

[ Siegfried's eyes flutter closed, just for a moment, as he allows the small indulgence of feeling Klaus' hands over his chest and abdomen. They weren't quite inside his apartment yet, but the hallway is empty, at least, and perhaps he could afford to risk the public eye a bit if it meant such doting attention.

Surprisingly, he knows what a junkie is. It isn't a term he'd use himself to describe addicts, but in that moment, he thinks he understands Klaus just a little better, and why the other man has such a flippant, poor opinion of himself.

He reaches up to let his fingers thread in the other's hair as he kisses his jawline, and though he doesn't want to interrupt wherever Klaus was going next, he pulls away briefly and braces his palm along the other's temple. ]

I've dealt with many low lives in my line of work, Klaus. And while I know very little about you, nothing about our conversation thus far has caused me to believe you are one.

Until you give me reason to, I refuse to think of you as such.

[ Sleeping around, using substances? That didn't make anyone a low life in his eyes. What Siegfried cares about is how a person treats others, whether their presence is a positive one for those around him rather than cause harm.

And right now? Klaus' presence is warm, positive, and inviting. He leans forward and kisses him, gentle but curious, his free hand reaching behind himself to push his apartment door open. Without breaking their kiss, he guides them into the interior. ]

_{[ This. This was normal. Sweeping someone he just met off of the street and into his arms. If this was how this place worked, considered himself right at home. Finally belonging somewhere when most of his life he felt like he like he didn't belong somewhere. That's all his lifestyle was, really. Running away with no place to go in hopes that he'd end up somewhere that fit just right. Running from his fears, running from his expectations.

Though, he's a little startled when the other man takes him by the temple and he has no option but to look into his eyes. He feels something in his chest drop to his stomach as the words leave Siegfried's lips because he hadn't expected something like this— not from someone he just met. Most of the people he just met are also running from something and looking for something like he is. It's a pretty selfish endeavor, and you meet the same type of people, sleep with them to fill that void for just one night until they leave you the next day and you never see them again.

The way he speaks reminds him of someone incredibly dear to him— he's fairly certain the same idea that Siegfried is communicating is the same idea that's been expressed to him before, but in different words. A different person. A different time. He knows this is just how this man is, but he can't help but think of his lover's hand on his temple instead. Siegfried might notice his eyes gloss over but he finally breaks eye contact, eyes dipping down for a moment. ]}

No, look.. it's fine—

_{[ Before he can explain himself or divert to the attention to something else, his partner is already doing the same. He encourages shuffling backwards when their lips mesh together, one of his hands trying to touch any surface that could behind him and the other holding the brunette around his waist. There's a vertical surface that his shoulders hit gently and that's when his hands get busy to try and remove the already loose clothing off of Siegfried's larger frame. He breaks the kiss away, still a little stirred from the words he had just heard. Klaus needs to drive this back to something more familiar— a pointless fuck so he doesn't absolutely get emotional on this guy. ]}

You don't have to do that.. I mean.. talk to me like that. It's okay.

Edited 2020-09-04 16:05 (UTC)

[ Siegfried can’t even begin to understand what’s going through Klaus’ mind at the moment. He’d spoken candidly, because he refused to stand by and listen to someone berate themselves. Not when they’d been nothing but kind and accommodating (but also a little weird, which was Fine). He simply wanted to make his own judgment, without Klaus’ poor opinion of himself coloring it.

But it seems he’s inadvertently hit some sort of weak point, an old wound perhaps. Emotion crosses his face, something that looks like sadness, and though Siegfried isn’t the most perceptive person when it comes to the emotions of others, it’s hard to miss the concrete signs of his eyes becoming misty.

Despite their lack of familiarity, it makes his heart ache with dismay.

So the kiss they share is a little less laden with desire on his end, a bit more muted, yet curious all the same. He has always been better with actions rather than words, and for the moment, before he finds words again, he can at least kiss him and acquiesce to his requests to loosen and undo his toga. It falls to the ground, leaving him in his undergarments. Now, he has a chance to speak again, brow furrowed as he searches for the other’s gaze again. He can’t help but feel as though the wall has inadvertently cornered Klaus, but perhaps that’s necessary at the moment. ]

I don’t understand, Klaus. I’m not telling you anything I wouldn’t tell you normally, even without the context of sex.

[ Funnily enough, right now, there’s not a hint of color in his cheeks, his tone low and careful. ]

If what you seek is someone who will blindly accept self-flagellation, I can’t offer you that. I wouldn’t sleep with someone I consider to be beneath me.

[ So if Klaus truly insists on feeling that way, he should find another partner. It would be a shame, as Siegfried has genuinely already grown fond of this strange, handsome man with a perpetual and easy smile. Which is why, even as he speaks, he continues to deftly unwrap the layers that make up Klaus’ own toga. But he stops this task, instead taking hold of Klaus’ wrists and placing his palms over the waistband of his boxer briefs. ]

I like you. If you feel the same, finish undressing me.

_{[ What he's having such a difficult time grasping here is the fact that Siegfried is being abundantly sweet to him— more so than he ever expected anyone to be, especially straight off the street. It's foreign; he cannot properly recall a time that something like this has happened. He kisses back, a good follower and a good kisser from plenty of practice, but the distinct sound of cloth falling does make him open his eyes.

There's some distraction from the emotion he's feeling when the clothing falls off of him and he's.. very obviously checking this guy out. It's almost questionable if he properly heard Siegfried, snapping his eyes to meet his gaze again. He can play this off and be a little silly to hopefully prevent him from thinking too hard on this. ]}

No, no, no no.. no. I mean.. look youuuu! You're so.. sexy. And I'm sexy, but not this kind of sexy! I mean..

_{[ Klaus blows a raspberry, but his hands do settle on Siegfried's abs cause he knows what he wants to go for. His voice is more hushed when he talks again. ]}

I mean, yeah. I'm honored, really. Even when I bagged that dancer at a Chippendales party, he really wasn't as kind as you. Kind of a douche, actually.

_{[ He allows himself to be partially undressed and his hands re-positioned, but then nods a few times. ]}

We just met, but.. yes. I'm very fond of you. And.. I'll prove that to you because I want to.

_{[ A flick of both his thumbs under that waist band and he tugs the undergarments down, but Klaus' body moves with him until his knees hit the ground. Sorry, yeah. He's just going to get better acquainted with Siegfried's core, steadying his hands on the man's hips and kissing along the dips and curves of his abdomen. He stands back to his feet, slipping out of his own clothing. Unlike Siegfried, he's not wearing any underwear and he's already half-stiff.

Because he's eager, he goes in for another kiss on the lips. ]}

[ 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. ]

_{[ Thank God he's so good at distracting people with his body. Many conversations have been averted by slipping off clothing— swift and effortless. There were no doubts he had plenty of practice with distraction so he's only thankful that Siegfried seems to divert the conversation back to something that fits back into the mood. He seems attentive when Siegfried talks to him, though, the smallest shade of pink seems to skirt across his cheeks when the other brunette insists that he's that sexy. Sort of a miraculous feat on Siegfried's part but well done. Klaus even chuffs some laughter and looks away, embarrassed, to the point of being loss for words. Very well done.

He certainly wanted to spent a lot more time getting acquainted with the lower half of the other man's form, but being held firm against the wall behind him seems a lot more enticing as the other man meshes nicely against his lithe body. He's happy to have his back end grabbed and rewards Siegfried with a needy moan into his mouth, rocking his hips into the newfound friction his partner was providing. God, he wants to praise this man so badly but doesn't want to interrupt what they are doing. Not right now.

Klaus is an excellent kisser, not reluctant to suck on his partner's lips in between lapping against his tongue. His hands do travel along Siegfried's back, his dull nails scraping against the other man's flesh, enough to burn. That is, until he comes across something that feels rough and inhuman— his hands withdraw back. Klaus doesn't seem alarmed, but he does break their kiss to give him a half lidded, lust filled gaze. ]}

It doesn't hurt there, does it?

_{[ Meaning.. he doesn't know what they are, but he doesn't seem to care what they are. He just wants to make sure they're okay to touch. ]}

[ 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.

[ Erogenous zones? Erogenous zones. ]

Oh, goody. I shouldn't dillydally then, should I?

_{[ Klaus smiles back, absolutely delighted at the response and settle his hands over Siegfried's skin, specifically one right back where it was and the other does move to his shoulder as directed. He smooths his hands over those rougher parts and meets Siegfried's lips again, kissing and nibbling with his grin lingering, enough for it to be felt. Klaus laughs lightly against him for no other reason than the fact he's having fun and not really thinking about anything too sad anymore. ]}

Godddd, you're just so handsome.

_{[ Just some more affirmation in case Siegfried was feeling self conscious. His hands shift, settling on Siegfried's pectorals, giving him a little squeeze. ]}

I'm very much a fan of your chest and your abdomen.. and your thighs. Jesus. So, so sexy.

_{[ Klaus' hands roam, curiously finding some more of that reptilian skin (or back where they were if those are the other places on him.) He moves enough to where his mouth can make contact with that leathery skin, but he speaks against Siegfried too. ]}

This is nice too, because it makes up who you are which is just.. wonderful.

_{[ Whatever it is, it isn't bothersome to Klaus. It's something unique about his partner, so he likes it. His breath ghosts over Siegfried's scales before dipping down to kiss him warmly there. ]}

[ Siegfried has never thought himself someone particularly prone to flattery. In fact, prior to arriving here, any compliments about his appearance had gone either unnoticed or unacknowledged. He'd cared little about such things, thought them frivolous.

But the level of admiration and adoration this complete stranger is showing him? He cares, perhaps a bit too much. It's the knowledge that despite the unsightly appearance of his curse upon his skin matters little to him, and in fact, that Klaus is embracing all of him, that makes him practically putty in the other man's hands.

And all of his words, in combination with his hands and warm mouth lavishing attention on the cold, sensitive spots, are making his mind swim with desire. He rests his hands on the other's hips, his hold becoming firmer with every little lick and nibble, nerves fraying at an alarming rate. ]

You— I didn't know you'd be such an incredible flatterer. [ Or hands, or lips, or tongue. His breathing is noticeably heavier. ]

Haha... I wonder if you realize how much you're making it difficult for me to focus.

[ It's making Siegfried increasingly restless, and despite being a man of pretty admirable self-control, one last bite at the inhuman skin on his shoulder is all it takes for him to lose his patience.

With little warning, he reaches down to lift Klaus, keeping a steady hold on his legs and back. Sorry for the interruption in your plans, Klaus. He carries him just a few feet, lowering him onto the bed and already beginning to lightly kiss and bite his way up the other's leg. ]

Yeah? Well, maybe you shouldn't give me so much to praise you for.

_{[ Klaus had been with a handful of muscular men in the past, but Siegfried is unique in his eyes. The battle scars and rough skin don't go unnoticed, especially in the areas where he's having extra attention. He does notice how quickly it's getting a rise out of the other man. Mentally noted for the future.

Klaus is easy to pick up being the twiggy thing that he is and he's trying hard not to swoon, but his arms wrap around Siegfried's neck, unable to contain some chuckling. ]}

Oooooh, goodness. You're really trying to woo me, aren't you? Just kidding.

_{[ He relaxes his body into the sheets and lets Siegfried do what he wants, spreading his legs apart for better access, all the awhile admiring him. His breath sticks when Siegfried lavishes a particular sensitive area but he eases the breath out slowly; shakily. ]}

You knoooow, you don't have to be gentle with me. In fact, I'd probably like it if you were rough with me. I know I'm kind of small framed, but I'll let you know if it's too much.

_{[ Klaus is just putting that out there since they're practically strangers . Some people like encounters soft, and there's a time and place for that, but most of the time Klaus preferred things a little unhinged. ]}

[ 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. ]

Oh, well.. it doesn't take much. I'm sort of a desperate fuck.

_{[ Even when saying this, he's struggling to keep his breathing steady as the man turns out to be quite torturous in his movements. He quivers, reaching down to idly scrape his fingers into Siegfried's hair and scalp as the other brunette dances around sensitive areas, very specifically dodging what Klaus is anticipating.

Finally, he feels those hot lips take him at his most sensitive point and he moans, writhing under the other man's grip when he pins him. That does prove to make things difficult and he snorts slightly. ]}

... You're good at not giving me what I want right away.

_{[ That's for sure. ]}

[ 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. ]

_{[ It's all part of the journey to unlock the tragic backstory, Siegfried. Maybe one day you'll find out.

His fingers curl into his palms as Siegfried keeps him pinned firmly, legs twisting slightly underneath the man's weight. He's trying to be patient, especially with Siegfried holding him so still, but his hips are free which is something his partner failed to consider. ]}

You seem like such a strong person. Like..

_{[ He takes in a steady breath, a shit eating grin forming on his face. ]}

I really do wonder what it would be liked to be fucked against the wall by you.

_{[ His rolls his hips upwards in an act of his own will. Not too hard; just testing the waters. ]}

[ Klaus surely knows how deeply his words affect him, by the way his gaze flickers back up and he draws sharp breath through his nose. He also has to ignore the uncomfortable ache between his own legs, the yearning to join their bodies together and test Klaus' hypothetical. The image is tempting, almost tempting enough to move his mouth faster, but the roll of the other's hips doing their own work to push his cock in further inspires him to do otherwise.

So, he lets go of him completely, letting the other man slip out of his mouth and instead giving him a sharp, sudden bite along his inner thigh. ]

Is that what you wish for? Are you willing to be patient for it? [ His voice is light, despite the little bit of "punishment" he'd just given him. ]

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finally as in i'm finally replying