"Yes," he moaned between kisses, running through spells in the back of his mind in hopes that it'd make his all too eager body last a little longer. If Peter was a caretaker, Klaus was one all too happy to claim. He wanted both, and he'd already been oh so gently taught that there wasn't anything at all wrong with that.
"Please, sir," he begged, intentionally using the word now since it'd seemed to make Klaus oh so smug and amorous before. "Please." There were too many clothes. Twisting and tightening as they moved together like the wall thought it could bring the tension to a head enough that the seams would just fall apart.