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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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. ]