[ 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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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.
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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. ]