[ Sticky fingers indeed. It's like he's reading Dean's mind as he leads them back to the shitty little motel he's booked. He and his brother have split up for the moment; Sammy's working some case down in Arkansas, rugarus gone wild, and Dean's here, looking into some shady ass shit that smacks of a witch.
But everyone needs a break; life's handed them a crappy deck, losing hand after losing hand, though he reckons the people he saves makes up for some of that.
He hopes.
And the hotel is shitty, rooms rented by the hour on either side of them, but it's clean, which is about all anyone can ask for at places like this. He lets Klaus in and shuts the door behind them, flicking the latch and turning to lean against it, arms folded over his chest as eyes dark with want rake over the body in front of him, slender but toned. Gonna give Dean a complex with those hips he's got from loving pie a little too much. ]
[ the hotel may be shitty, but klaus isn't one to judge... especially when the majority of his usual hangouts are far more questionable.
he wanders into the room with a languid flow, exuding a sort of confidence that he probably did nothing to earn. as he makes his way to the nearest table, he eyes the beds with an impish little smile, then twirls on a heel to face dean while pulling the bottle from his oversized coat. ]
Anything you fancy? [ he meets that gaze with obvious interest glinting in his own before placing the bottle down — golden and rich, his favorite. he's game to skip the drink, but it never hurts to have a little something on hand. ] I guess I should've asked if you drink, but something tells me that the Dean who goes around shoving their tongues down strangers throats might like a little something to wet his whistle. But I shouldn't assume... you know, ass, you, me.
[ klaus grins as he shrugs off his coat, offering a very clear visual of those hipbones that peak the very top of his low rise pants. ]
[ Klaus is distracting; the way he's dressed, the interest in his eyes, the curve of hips flashed as he slides out of his coat.
He's not the kind of person Dean usually brings back. His usually prefers long legged, busy women who like to slap him around a little, take control, etc. The occasional guy he fools with is similar, though Klaus fits into a few of the boxes Dean tends to go after. Slender, dark hair. No tits, but a great body.
He eyes the bottle; it's better shit than he has, and his lips curve up, and he doesn't answer in words just yet, instead turning to slip into the bathroom and emerge with two water glasses to set on the table. ]
[ klaus steals a swig while dean disappears, ever the impatient one, then lets out a sound that's one part delight, two parts enthusiasm when he returns with the cups. ]
Well shit, a man after my own heart, [ he all but croons with a coy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. klaus slides his fingers along the rim of both glasses — teasing, suggestive — dips inside to pull them together, side by side. then with one continuous pour, he fills them halfway before setting the bottle back down. ]
You don't strike me as much of a talker, [ (or maybe klaus just talks too much for his own good) picking up both drinks, klaus offers one to dean and takes the opportunity to let his gaze roam his frame. he's definitely klaus's type, easy on the eyes, but his choice in clothing leaves just about everything up to the imagination. (it's okay... his is very overactive.) ] Actually, you remind me of this one guy— cheekbones, and everything.
Strong silent type, [ klaus lowers his voice and furrows his brows, imitating stereotypical masculinity that quickly dissolves into a chuckle. ] Wasn't very silent on all fours.
[ The liquor looks good, the right color, and the amount poured is precisely the amount Dean would have given himself, had he been the one holding the bottle.
It's not that he's starting at, though - Klaus' fingers are distracting, and Dean's eyes linger on them as he takes the glass, lifts it to his lips. It is good, the burn smooth, warm in his belly. ]
Cheekbones, huh.
[ Dean's a decent looking guy, he knows that - he's not stupid. It's always weird, though, when people compliment him, even if it's pretty indirect. Like Klaus is being. ]
I find most people aren't very quiet on all fours.
And then some. [ klaus extends a finger with an impish look about him, then drinks deeply from his glass, downing more than half in one fell swoop. he keeps his eyes firmly set on the other man, humming thoughtfully as he takes in a lot more than just dean's physical features.
he's not the sharpest tool around, but he does notice things that most wouldn't give him credit for... with good reason. ]
Wellllll, you'll probably find that I'm not very quiet... [ his grin spreads like warm honey as he sets what's left of his drink down, ] in any position.
[ klaus hooks his fingers in the belt loops of dean's pants, tugging him close, and leading him toward the nearest bed. ] Are you a top or a bottom? [ sure, dean might've made the first move with that kiss... but with his lack of advancements and a whole lot of eye fucking, it's a little hard to tell. ]
[ He tips his glass back again, swallowing deep, letting it settle in his belly, nice and warm. Loosens the limbs and all that, but in actuality - for all his bravado? He's a little nervous, so he downs the rest of his glass with a satisfied exhale. ]
Good. Quiet means I'm not doing my job right. [ In any position, indeed.
He goes easily, setting the glass down and following, snorting softly. ]
[ klaus knows the type, and honestly... it's somehow really fucking attractive to him. ]
Nooooope, [ the answer slides off his tongue with ease — a lighthearted drawl — with a punctuated popping sound as he pulls dean flush against himself. his preferences are just as fluid as he is— above all else, klaus is a hedonist and sex is sex, it feels damn good no matter where the pendulum swings. ]
But uh— [ klaus tips his head as he leans even closer, just a breath away now, ] If you wanna do some sexy wrestling and see what happens... I'm game. Or I could go down on you, eat you out a little... maybe a slow motion pillow fight, hmm? Now there's a thought.
[ damn right he thinks he's funny— but maybe it was also just a bit of a distraction, so he could swivel and press dean down on the bed. ]
[ Thank God for that. Dean's kind of an awkward fuck around men sometimes; clumsy, a little shy, confused. Thanks, Dad, for the internalized homophobia. Dickbag.
He laughs a little at the answer; allowing himself to be pulled in, dick hard in his pants and whiskey on his breath. ]
I can tell you right now I'm not gonna say no to any of that.
[ A pillow fight pulls another chuckle out of him, stumbling only a little as he's pushed down, hands staying on Klaus' hips as he goes. ]
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As many times as you can handle.
[ Sticky fingers indeed. It's like he's reading Dean's mind as he leads them back to the shitty little motel he's booked. He and his brother have split up for the moment; Sammy's working some case down in Arkansas, rugarus gone wild, and Dean's here, looking into some shady ass shit that smacks of a witch.
But everyone needs a break; life's handed them a crappy deck, losing hand after losing hand, though he reckons the people he saves makes up for some of that.
He hopes.
And the hotel is shitty, rooms rented by the hour on either side of them, but it's clean, which is about all anyone can ask for at places like this. He lets Klaus in and shuts the door behind them, flicking the latch and turning to lean against it, arms folded over his chest as eyes dark with want rake over the body in front of him, slender but toned. Gonna give Dean a complex with those hips he's got from loving pie a little too much. ]
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he wanders into the room with a languid flow, exuding a sort of confidence that he probably did nothing to earn. as he makes his way to the nearest table, he eyes the beds with an impish little smile, then twirls on a heel to face dean while pulling the bottle from his oversized coat. ]
Anything you fancy? [ he meets that gaze with obvious interest glinting in his own before placing the bottle down — golden and rich, his favorite. he's game to skip the drink, but it never hurts to have a little something on hand. ] I guess I should've asked if you drink, but something tells me that the Dean who goes around shoving their tongues down strangers throats might like a little something to wet his whistle. But I shouldn't assume... you know, ass, you, me.
[ klaus grins as he shrugs off his coat, offering a very clear visual of those hipbones that peak the very top of his low rise pants. ]
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He's not the kind of person Dean usually brings back. His usually prefers long legged, busy women who like to slap him around a little, take control, etc. The occasional guy he fools with is similar, though Klaus fits into a few of the boxes Dean tends to go after. Slender, dark hair. No tits, but a great body.
He eyes the bottle; it's better shit than he has, and his lips curve up, and he doesn't answer in words just yet, instead turning to slip into the bathroom and emerge with two water glasses to set on the table. ]
I'm never gonna say no to liquor.
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Well shit, a man after my own heart, [ he all but croons with a coy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. klaus slides his fingers along the rim of both glasses — teasing, suggestive — dips inside to pull them together, side by side. then with one continuous pour, he fills them halfway before setting the bottle back down. ]
You don't strike me as much of a talker, [ (
or maybe klaus just talks too much for his own good) picking up both drinks, klaus offers one to dean and takes the opportunity to let his gaze roam his frame. he's definitely klaus's type, easy on the eyes, but his choice in clothing leaves just about everything up to the imagination. (it's okay... his is very overactive.) ] Actually, you remind me of this one guy— cheekbones, and everything.Strong silent type, [ klaus lowers his voice and furrows his brows, imitating stereotypical masculinity that quickly dissolves into a chuckle. ] Wasn't very silent on all fours.
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It's not that he's starting at, though - Klaus' fingers are distracting, and Dean's eyes linger on them as he takes the glass, lifts it to his lips. It is good, the burn smooth, warm in his belly. ]
Cheekbones, huh.
[ Dean's a decent looking guy, he knows that - he's not stupid. It's always weird, though, when people compliment him, even if it's pretty indirect. Like Klaus is being. ]
I find most people aren't very quiet on all fours.
[ wink! ]
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he's not the sharpest tool around, but he does notice things that most wouldn't give him credit for... with good reason. ]
Wellllll, you'll probably find that I'm not very quiet... [ his grin spreads like warm honey as he sets what's left of his drink down, ] in any position.
[ klaus hooks his fingers in the belt loops of dean's pants, tugging him close, and leading him toward the nearest bed. ] Are you a top or a bottom? [ sure, dean might've made the first move with that kiss... but with his lack of advancements and a whole lot of eye fucking, it's a little hard to tell. ]
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Good. Quiet means I'm not doing my job right. [ In any position, indeed.
He goes easily, setting the glass down and following, snorting softly. ]
Either. Got a preference?
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Nooooope, [ the answer slides off his tongue with ease — a lighthearted drawl — with a punctuated popping sound as he pulls dean flush against himself. his preferences are just as fluid as he is— above all else, klaus is a hedonist and sex is sex, it feels damn good no matter where the pendulum swings. ]
But uh— [ klaus tips his head as he leans even closer, just a breath away now, ] If you wanna do some sexy wrestling and see what happens... I'm game. Or I could go down on you, eat you out a little... maybe a slow motion pillow fight, hmm? Now there's a thought.
[ damn right he thinks he's funny— but maybe it was also just a bit of a distraction, so he could swivel and press dean down on the bed. ]
deffo lost this? what the fuck
He laughs a little at the answer; allowing himself to be pulled in, dick hard in his pants and whiskey on his breath. ]
I can tell you right now I'm not gonna say no to any of that.
[ A pillow fight pulls another chuckle out of him, stumbling only a little as he's pushed down, hands staying on Klaus' hips as he goes. ]