[ 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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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. ]