It was overwhelming as much as it was addicting and Ben was ready to chase down as much as Klaus was willing to give even if he was aware he'd get to the point where overstimulation no longer felt as enchanting as working toward that point. It didn't matter though, because it was better and different with someone else.
Well. Not someone else. Just Klaus.
"Fuck," Ben repeated, a little dazed and the smile he offered his brother was loopy, giddy and soft. But they weren't done, and he tilted his head down a little to finally watch properly, to push Klaus' hand away from his own erection so that Ben could take over completely. He'd always been smart; a quick study and he was out to prove it.