Ben was wonderful like this, responsive and vocal as Klaus touched and tasted and worked his way down over his body. Klaus chuckled with him when Ben laughed, grinning at that small moment, some how putting it firmly back into his head, as if having his mouth on Ben wasn't enough of a reminder that Ben was here and whole and living. But hearing him laugh and feeling him wriggle like that - it was some undeniable proof of that fact in his mind that Ben was here with him. And Klaus could only want him that much more for it.
He tugged Ben's pants down and out of his way, tossing them off the side of the bed unworried about where they ended up because getting Ben out of his clothes was the far more important thing in this moment. And then his pants too, because Ben wanted it, and right now Klaus was all about what Ben wanted.
On his knees, one planted between Ben's legs and the other alongside his thigh Klaus stroked his own cock in slow and taunting sort of pulls, letting Ben see him. And though Ben had seen - well he'd seen everything - in the past, it was different like this and Klaus wanted to show off.
"You keep watching," He said as if he thought Ben actually might have something else he wanted to look at right then, but Klaus wasn't truly worried. He took his hand from his own cock, and let his hand lay on Ben's thigh, stroking his hand upward over the newly bared skin until he got his hand around the base of his cock, feeling how hard Ben was already, how much of an interest he'd taken already and Klaus just wanted more of that for him.