Yeah, no. There wasn't anything in the world that could have turned Ben's attention away from Klaus right now. It just -- wasn't possible. Klaus was good at putting on a show, he always had been, but this was so much better than all that. This wasn't just his brother pulling out a dramatic flair for no reason, this was his doing his very best to make it good for Ben.
And yeah. It was good. Possibly too good. Or maybe that was just his inexperience talking.
When Klaus got his hand around his cock, Ben couldn't not thrust into it. "Oh-," he said. He wasn't a saint, okay. He'd been alive for over a month now of course he'd let his hand do a little walking on his own time but this wasn't nearly the same as that. And he wanted to look, you know, like Klaus had recommended, but he couldn't. Not when he was staring at Klaus' face instead. Because maybe he enjoyed his brother being as delighted as Klaus did him. "You could --move," he decided, asked, maybe begged, it didn't matter how it was clarified so long as it happened.