Not once in his wildest dreams did he expect to find himself pinned against a wall and actively enjoying it. He let himself give Klaus those quiet little moans with all that friction and movement and-
He was going to forget how to breathe if all of this kept up.
"Just hands," he confessed. "Hands and nudity and pinned to the mattress." He nipped a little at Klaus' lower lip, fingers sliding through Klaus' already messy hair. "I don't have the words, I'm sorry. We weren't taught this."