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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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_{[ 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. ]

_{[ The way he feels his stiff cock slip out of the other man's lips is just additional torture, cold air hitting the saliva that covered it. It does draw a whine out of Klaus, brows pinning together. Then, he's suddenly bitten. It's good to know his partner has teeth and isn't afraid to use them. His response is a little put on, but it did startle him: ]}

Owwwww.

_{[ The tone in his voice is irritating, drawing closer and closer to that point that Siegfried is trying to get him to. ]}

If I were to be brutally honest, I wish to do a lot of things with you, but yeah. That seems like a pretty fantastic idea. And..

_{[ He squirms, pulling his gaze away from Siegfried to look at something else. ]}

... Yes, but only if you make sure that I can't walk tomorrow. Or maybe even the day after that.

[ He feels, again a glimmer of worry, but Klaus didn't stop him, and so they'll continue testing each other in this way. With time and repeated exposure, Siegfried is becoming less embarrassed at Klaus' bold words, but no less affected by them. His cock stirs at the promise of taking him as he describes.

He's also curious: ]

Why do you look away? I enjoy watching you. You're very cute.

[ And he hasn't pleaded for anything, but he enjoys how freely Klaus expresses his desires. It's a start.

Rather than returning to lavishing attention, he pushes upward, momentarily letting go of Klaus' wrists. Enjoy having hands again. He's rummaging through the nightstand to retrieve my mortal enemy, lube. So maybe that wish will come soon enough. ]

_{[ It's not nearly the first time a partner has called him cute. Usually it's something specific, though. Like his legs or his ass or hair or something. To just be called cute in a sense that had genuine meaning in the words doesn't dare make it flush, but it comes close to it.

His wrists are free and he brings them together, one hand nurturing where nails dug into the other. ]}

Am I to get some reward for never taking my gaze off of you? You stick that sexy cock of yours in me and I promise you won't look away at all.

_{[ A compromise. A crude one at that.
I used the word sexy just to make you mad. ]}

[ 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. ]

_{[ It's sort of miraculous how easily Klaus allows this guy do whatever he wants to do with him. But that's just how he was— he was adventurous in bed and apathetic in life.
He takes note of Siegfried tipping him upward and ogling him and loved to be admired. So, he cannot help but comment: ]}

See something you like?

_{[ Klaus knows the answer to the question, but what he appreciates more is how Siegfried just says what he wants and takes control of what he wants to do. It is a stark contrast, and Klaus yeps at first, but Siegfried will feel his muscles relax, letting out a shuddering laugh. ]}

Oh my God.. you just.. go for what you want, don't you? I love that.

[ He doesn’t bother answering that, less because Klaus already knows the answer and more because he’d rather continue showing his appreciation through actions rather than words. Said actions involve stretching him further, now with Klaus’ explicit permission, sinking his fingers deeper and faster inside of him. ]

I will give you what you want, as soon as you ask nicely.

[ What they both wanted, at this point. He can’t deny that making Klaus wait is having an effect on himself, his patience merely well-feigned, betrayed by the feeling of his cock aching for release.

All it would take is one “please”, but a second would be icing on the cake. And if Klaus needs anymore encouragement, Siegfried is happy to provide in the form of sinking his mouth down upon his cock again, his tongue gliding over the shaft in quick, rasping strokes. ]

_{[ Those are... very nice fingers working inside of him and they're working out some very nice noises out of Klaus. It's been fun drawing this out, but he'll concede and give the other brunette what he's searching for. Siegfried's digits stimulate him enough to feel good, but not to the point of pushing him closer to his climax. Breathy gasps escape through Klaus' lips, body twisting and trying to encourage Siegfried even further.

A whimper shakes out of him as Siegfried teases a sensitive spot. Klaus can only imagine what it's going to feel like to have him inside of him and it makes his body warm in anticipation. ]}

Please.. you know what I want.. don't make me wait any longer.

_{[ Then, he tacks on: ]}

I'll do anything.

[ Fortunately(?), Siegfried won't have to sate the curiosity of what "anything" could possibly mean. He's never met anyone as openly expressive of their wants and desires, so hearing Klaus' wishes and open praise have rendered him more than eager to comply. ]

Very good. We can save that for another time— we've both waited long enough.

[ He removes his fingers now and parts away from his groin. He'd been more than happy lavishing attention there, but he doesn't want to wait another moment of their bodies being apart. He kisses Klaus' thigh one last time before shifting upward, wrapping his arms around his middle. ]

Now then, let's see about this wall. I'm curious.

[ If being fucked against the wall is what Klaus wanted, that's what Klaus gets. He lifts him back up, arms securely holding his back and and under his ass as he carries him. Who needs to lift weights when he can just carry Klaus everywhere?

A few steps, and they're right back where they started, but this time, there's little teasing. He guides Klaus' legs to wrap around his hips, pressing his body against the wall as he guides his cock inside of him.

Finally. ]

_{[ It's always nice when whoever is doing the topping gives in so easily after they've waited long enough as Siegfried says. The warmth that wraps around him from the other brunette's strong embrace causes Klaus to sigh easily. Nothing feels better than being in the arms of such a strong person..

.. other than being railed against a vertical surface.

He complies with how Siegfried takes the lead, sucking in a breath when he feels his partner finally push through into him. His hands both claw at Siegfried's hair and along his back, but he relaxes, sandwiched between Siegfried's body and the solid surface behind him (honestly, he feels squished between two equally firm surfaces.)

His begging continues, but only to encourage: ]}

Please lose yourself with me.

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finally as in i'm finally replying