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Klaus Hargreeves (quietthedead) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-06-26 01:45:00

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ben hargreeves (netflix), klaus hargreeves (netflix)

WHO: Klaus and Ben Hargreeves
WHAT: A discussion about breakfast
WHERE: Their place
WHEN: Not long after this
RATING: Probably nsfw eventually

Bill's first visit had been enlightening to say the least, and though they hadn't explicitly done anything about it, the idea of it had been working its way around in Klaus' mind ever since and there was only so long he could hold on to something before it came falling out of his mouth and now here he was one evening finding his way into Ben's room.

It was weird having their own spaces like this, sure they had when they'd been boys, but for so long they had been effectively living together in the same space that to be without him nearly constantly left Klaus with a feeling that he was always forgetting something. It wasn't the same kind of ache that he'd had without Ben entirely but it was still something.

"Two beds are highly overrated," He declared as he flopped himself down onto Ben's bed with his usual dramatics. It didn't matter that it was just the two of them here, it was just how Klaus lived his life. Over the top at all times.

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number_6
2019-07-01 12:14 am UTC (link)

They did tend to disagree on a lot. This last month had been very easy, considering their usual track record, and Ben figured most of that had to do with the newness and novelty of it all -- eventually they'd get back to... whatever had come before now. Maybe. Things were different now that Ben disagreeing could be more than just a voice Klaus could ignore.

"I have," Ben agreed, because it had been impossible not to be around for most of Klaus' exploits. He'd tried, really hard at first to not pay attention. Later though, he'd gotten a bit numb to it and just zoned out for most of it. The thing was, there wasn't much feeling about being dead, not like that. He couldn't be interested. It just wasn't a thing. He wasn't Patrick Swayze. "And no, you're right. I wasn't interested." When Klaus' hand found him, Ben reached down to tangle their fingers together because that seemed like the sort of thing to do. Or like the sort of thing he liked doing. It anchored them.

"I might be now," he went on, because it wasn't like it wasn't obvious and there was no reason to lie. He'd said he wasn't interested his first day here. Had made himself adamantly clear of the fact. But maybe that just wasn't the case, now. "But I don't think I have any kind of brand at all. It's not like I'm overly established in -- breakfast."

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quietthedead
2019-07-01 02:41 am UTC (link)

Right sure, it made sense, Ben was interested in things like reading, like telling Klaus he was making stupid decisions, but like things that were physical - eating, sleeping, drugs, sex, they weren't really Ben sorts of things.

The world was changing, things were different. Like being able to touch Ben like this, a tangle of fingers and it was a kind of reassurance of many things they had left unsaid since Ben had rejoined the land of the living. Klaus was - well to be honest he'd never really considered it before, because Ben wasn't Patrick Swayze, he wasn't someone he could touch or be touched by or hold or any of the things you'd do with someone. But with Ben's fingers tangled with his, it was very obvious that things had changed.

"We all have to start somewhere," He added, just because Ben hadn't done it before didn't mean he couldn't, especially if he was interested. "It can be like alcohol," He reminded, "We can see what you like and go from there. You could be more of a french toast kind of guy. Who knows."

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number_6
2019-07-01 02:53 am UTC (link)

Ben didn't know if the world was changing, not really, so much as going back to how it might have been if he had not met an -- untimely sort of ending, he supposed (He didn't think about that much, not in detail). Although it was different now than it probably would have been had he lived. Probably, like all the rest of them, Ben would have moved out and away and dome something differently with his life. He probably would have managed it just as poorly as the rest of them. He wouldn't have been at Klaus' side for everything.

It was a thought Ben didn't care for.

"Maybe," he said, frowning up at the ceiling. "Seems a little more complicated than alcohol, you know. You can't just order up different -- uh. You can't get it at a bar." That wasn't true. Klaus had taken plenty of people home from bars. Ben didn't want that though, and that much was probably obvious from the way they were tangled together. "And what's that even mean? French toast?"

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quietthedead
2019-07-01 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Klaus huffed softly when Ben said it sounded complicated, their metaphors probably weren't making it any easier, despite the way it was just a little bit easier to say breakfast than it was to say what they were really talking about. Which was stupid, Klaus was a man who had spent his life in the realm of the taboo, he did whatever he liked regardless of what others thought, but this was something else. And Ben was right, this wouldn't be like having him try alcohol for the first time. It was different.

"Okay, French toast was maybe a bad comparison." He allowed, Ben was perhaps the only person he'd allow himself to take back things with, to admit that maybe he'd miss-stepped in certain situations.

"Is it just Bill?" He asked finally, that coil of jealousy clenching tightly in the pit of his stomach at the thought that maybe all of this was really just about that, which of course he'd allow, he wasn't entirely cruel, but there was a part of him that wanted to be involved, right there with Ben for anything and everything he did, but especially this.

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number_6
2019-07-02 02:20 am UTC (link)

"Terrible comparison," Ben agreed, and he was fully aware that there weren't many times that Klaus took back his words or even bothered to rethink them -- and he was more than capable of taking advantage of that. If he was the one getting that benefit, there was no reason not to be a little smug about it. But subtly, of course.

Anyway, french toast didn't make sense. Even though, he supposed, as far as breakfasts went that was a pretty exciting one.

At Klaus' question, Ben was quiet for a moment, turning it around in his head, making sure the words he might say fit on his tongue without tangling before speaking. He shifted, rolling over onto his side so that he was facing his brother and not the ceiling -- even if that other option might have been easier. "No," he said after a time. "He's very -- Bill is attractive, and I like that he seems kind. But it's not just him. Klaus."

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quietthedead
2019-07-02 06:58 am UTC (link)

Klaus felt a little like he'd been holding his breath since he asked the question, waiting for Ben to either tell him that he'd been misreading things entirely or that he wasn't too far off the mark. In typical Ben fashion of course it wasn't quite as direct as that, but it was enough to get Klaus taking a breath once more. "Bill is very attractive," Klaus agreed, because it was true, because it would have been a ridiculous time to pretend otherwise. But more importantly though was that it was not just Bill that had Ben interested.

"You are a part of me," Klaus said simply and with a kind of honesty he'd never give to anyone that wasn't Ben. The time he'd spent without Ben had left him feeling broken and incomplete, like he'd been missing a limb. But here was Ben whole and real and right here before him.

Lifting his hand from where he'd had fingers tangled with Ben's he raised his hand to let his fingers curl against the side of his neck, fingertips teasing along his hairline, while his thumb skimmed over Ben's jaw - his touch light. Remembering the time they'd spend on his bedroom floor back him trying to practice touching and now here he could do it without a thought. "We don't need to go to a bar, or find someone else to let you try whatever it is you're interested in." Ben was his as far as Klaus was concerned, not just his brother, or his family, but his - plain and simple and if there was something he wanted then Klaus could make it happen. "Anything you want, Ben."

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number_6
2019-07-02 03:42 pm UTC (link)

"I know," he said, like it was obvious, like it was the most simple statement in the world. Of course he was part of Klaus. The same as Klaus was part of him. There was no line that separated one from the other, not the way there used to be when they were kids. It'd blurred years and years ago now and it felt like a very silly thing indeed to back up any and try to find a way to find the line, let alone try and put it back into place anymore.

They'd come a long way, though, from attempted patty cake. But there was something still reminiscent about it even here and now. Maybe it was that feeling of purposeful desperation. Like there was something he wanted, a goal he was trying to reach, and the only way they'd get there was by working together.

"I wouldn't know where to start," he said, trailing his fingers up to trace the thin line of Klaus' wrist. It wasn't strictly true, not really. He'd seen more than enough to know where to start, but it was like -- he didn't know. Not exactly. It'd been like looking at pictures of things he wasn't interested in. He'd been too young to care when he'd been alive, had missed out on that really awkward young adult phase of experimenting. Now he just wondered if he was being stupid. Anything was too much of a range to start with.

Still. He leaned in closer yet. "Show me." It wasn't quite a question.

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quietthedead
2019-07-03 03:30 am UTC (link)

Klaus was happy to push Ben into a lot, to get him drunk for the first time, to throw him into strange and new interactions with people, to try things that were entirely outside of his realm of experience, but in this - Klaus was hesitant to push him much. At least not unless he was certain that Ben actually wanted it.

The light touches they shared, the way they tended to gravitate toward one another, the way Ben felt like an extension of himself - these were all things that Klaus took for granted, they simply were. There didn't have to be words for what they were exactly, it wasn't really until Bill had been there with him that morning that Klaus had realized there was more here. More than just the constant need to have that connection with Ben.

Ben didn't need to ask him twice though, not when it was just the two of them like this.

Rather than respond though, Klaus closed what little distance still remained between them. If Ben wanted to know where to start than this was the place for it. He pressed his mouth to Ben's in a slow and careful kiss, entirely aware that anything they did now was going to be another kind of first for his brother, and just like with the alcohol he wanted Ben to find what he liked. To see his brother enjoy things that he'd never gotten to have before.

"Here," He said after a moment, when he pulled back just slightly so he could shift himself a little bit closer, so their bodies were pressed together the same as their mouths had been. "You start right here," He kissed Ben again, pressing a leg forward between Ben's thighs, not to any great purpose yet, but just to get a little bit closer, it was never enough when it came to Ben. Not since he'd regained his body.

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number_6
2019-07-04 12:21 am UTC (link)

They probably didn't really need a word for it. If they were being fair about terminology, brother was a bit on the too-simple side anyway. They were a lot more than two adopted kids from the same family anymore, and had been for a long time now. And this -- this only furthered things more. There was no point in inventing a new language for two people who already knew what was going on.

He'd seen a million kisses before - from Klaus doing it, to people doing it in the background to just random stuff in movies. It was inevitable, seeing stuff like that. But doing it was infinitely more interesting. It wasn't like he was clumsy at first or anything, but it did take a few seconds to really melt into it, to figure out exactly where he fit and at least begin to start figuring out how it could be really, really easy to forget where one person started and the other ended. He liked it, he was pretty sure. Or maybe he just liked it with Klaus.

"Oh," he said, mouth practically still pressed up against Klaus', his hands reaching for -- he wasn't sure, actually. Just something to touch, any skin would do, same as it was obvious Klaus just wanted to be closer with his knee between Ben's legs. "Well," he said, and decided that he might as well just lean the rest of the way back in for another.

Just to be sure.

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quietthedead
2019-07-04 06:28 am UTC (link)

Maybe it was about leading Ben through it, one thing and then another to see what he liked, to give him the chance to have these kinds of experiences that he'd never had before. But when he felt Ben relax into it, something shifted in the back of his mind, less interested in finding exactly what Ben wanted and instead just a little more interested in finding what exactly it was that they both wanted.

Klaus hummed a little pleased sound low and in the back of his throat when Ben kissed him again, leaning into it once more and pressing their mouths together again. "Just. Like. That." Klaus punctuated each word with another kiss, and when he finished he kissed Ben more deeply licking into the heat of his mouth and moving forward to press him back, crowding himself that much more into Ben's space. Space that belonged to him as far as he was concerned as he kissed Ben with an increasing hunger, teasing his lips with the tip of his tongue as he tempted Ben into opening up for him and giving him just a little bit more.

It was just a start really, having Bill over made it that much more reasonable to confront this thing between them, the gravity of it.

Not because they were brothers and had been avoiding it, as much as it was simply they had never had the chance for this to be the sort of thing they might try. And the shift from what once was to where they were now was one that was happening in bits and pieces. "I can touch you," A well established fact by this point, but it wasn't exactly what Klaus meant now. "I can show you everything, I can make you feel so good." He wasn't entirely sure he'd meant to move quite this quickly when he'd come to Ben's room, but now that he was here in Ben's bed with the heat of his mouth still on his tongue he wanted so much more.

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number_6
2019-07-04 04:38 pm UTC (link)

It was good.

There was such a huge difference in exasperatedly watching Klaus squirm and move and press in close with some stranger, neither of them knowing each others' name, and experiencing it. Ben liked it now, the way Klaus moved into this space like there was really any left between them anyway. Liked how Klaus took up claim on his person and space like it'd always been his take take in the first place. (It had. It was.)

Kissing was easy. So easy. Not really the being talented part of it, because Ben was pretty sure he didn't know what to do with his tongue and there was probably a better trick to regulating just how wet or dry this could be, but frankly those were small, silly concerns that he didn't really have time to focus on. Not with how easy it was to lean forward for every kiss, to take some of his own.

Bill might have started it, sure, accidentally, but Ben was pretty sure it'd been coming to this anyway. There was no way that it wouldn't have.

And it wasn't just about him. It wasn't like it was some kind of learning experience that he just expected Klaus to teach him so he could go off and use it elsewhere. It was about his brother liking it, too.

"Yes," he murmured, muffled maybe but there was still an obvious tone of approval, there. "Yes, please." Ever polite was Ben, but he wasn't interested in taking it slow and easy. That wasn't how life really worked and he could have these things, now.

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quietthedead
2019-07-08 08:34 am UTC (link)

Ben's quietly murmured yes was all the permission Klaus needed if hew as being honest, but the please made him huff out a soft breath of laughter, "Anything you want." He promised, because it was Ben - because they'd spent years always doing what Klaus wanted and now here he was with Ben real and whole again beside him and Klaus could not resist the chance to show him just how good being alive could be.

He pushed himself up just a little bit more, enough to urge Ben back, to hold himself up over him as he pressed Ben down into the mattress and kissed him once more, hungry and deep before he was pulling back and mouthing his way along Ben's jaw, and down his neck as he fit his body between Ben's legs.

With Bill Klaus liked to watch, to be impressed by little shows of magic and talent, but here with Ben he wanted to take and take and take. And it started just like this.

"I can't believe we haven't done this yet," He said between laying open mouthed kisses along the line of Ben's throat, he should leave a mark there, purely because he could - to see it later and know that he'd put it there. That Ben was his and the lingering mark would be proof of it. As if the way they moved through the world side by side was not proof enough.

But it was never enough, not since Ben had found his way back to the land of the living and Klaus intended to show him how much more they could have now.

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number_6
2019-07-11 09:47 pm UTC (link)

The promise of anything he wanted should have seemed a little farfetched in most cases, but Ben realized, in his own way, that Klaus had already given him more than anyone else could. He might not have been truly alive before, but he hadn't quite been dead either, and Klaus had given him that. And here he was in flesh and real and Ben was pretty positive Klaus had given him that, as well.

He believed it, when his brother offered anything he could possibly give. And Ben wasn't too polite that he wouldn't take it all.

And each kiss was something good and special, and when he sucked a mark onto Ben's neck, he let out a little noise of approval because that was an altogether new and exciting feeling. It'd been a long time since his pulse had sped up like this, longer yet that it had been for a good reason.

"We're doing it now," he said, like that was enough. "Tell, no -- teach me," he decided. And okay, sure, he knew some stuff but -- it would be better this way.

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quietthedead
2019-07-11 10:43 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't like they'd have been able to do this in the past, Klaus knew - though there had been a small part of him that had considered something not quite like this back then. The idea of Ben with him while he did everything had been appealing at certain times during his life, though in practice was far less interesting than his mind had made it seem. But this - Ben was real and whole and living and Klaus could touch him and make him feel the same kind of pleasure that Klaus found so easily whenever he put his mind to it.

With Ben asking to be taught, Klaus was only too eager to help him learn, to show him everything he'd missed out on and see what it was that he liked and not just what Klaus pulled him through.

Klaus pushed himself up just long enough to strip out of the shirt he'd worn hanging open over his chest and tugged at Ben's shirt to do the same, urging him up to help him get the fabric off and out of his way so that when he pushed Ben down once more Klaus was able to let his mouth drag over Ben's chest unimpeded.

"You tell me what you like, let me hear you." He encouraged Ben too, Klaus had learned almost immediately that there was very little that he loved more than than Ben telling him about something he liked, or in this case, voicing his pleasure as Klaus worked his way down his chest taking care to tease all the places that he liked best and suspected might just do the same for Ben, until he had reached his pants and began pulling them down over Ben's hips.

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number_6
2019-07-14 03:19 pm UTC (link)

No, back then it was more than likely that Ben would have had no part in something like that -- beyond being a captive audience, anyway. But even Klaus, who had his moments in asshole, wouldn't have done that. Ben simply would not have been interested. And even if he had been, it would have felt more like a reminder of just how dead he was than anything passing on fun.

This was better.

It was pretty easy telling Klaus what he liked --because Ben was enthusiastic in response -- it was impossible not to be. It wasn't like he'd ever learned to quiet down with years of experience, after all. He liked Klaus' teeth and tongue over his nipples, liked the soft feeling of kisses moving downward until Klaus got just around his belly button and then Ben tensed up and wriggled, ticklish. A funny spot to be ticklish too, he though, considering. "Nope," he said on a laugh, but then was distracted again when the Unpantsening began. He scrambled up on his elbows, offering the leverage needed to get them off with no trouble at all.

And if Klaus hadn't known he was interested before, he certainly would now.

"You next," Ben urged, eyes dark and expression rapt.

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quietthedead
2019-07-16 02:43 am UTC (link)

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.

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number_6
2019-07-18 01:59 am UTC (link)

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.

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quietthedead
2019-07-19 06:53 am UTC (link)

"Oh," Klaus couldn't help but echo it because he loved it, loved the feeling of Ben's hips arching up off the bed as he thrust into the circle of his fingers. It was good, but what was better was the way that Ben looked at him, not where Klaus touched him but his face.

There had been a great many things that had changed since they'd arrived here, but one thing that had stayed the same was this - Ben saw him, not in the way that Klaus was the only one to see Ben for so long, but Ben saw him as he truly was. At his highest points and the lowest, Ben had been along for the ride and had seen it all and now here he was with him once more watching him and Klaus couldn't get enough of it.

"Yeah," He agreed with a low huff and began to move his hand just the way Ben asked him to, twisting his wrist and pulling his hand upward and then back down again, going slowly to start but not shy about it. Ben knew what all of this was he didn't need Klaus to explain it to him, but Klaus did want him to have the chance to feel it and enjoy it.

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number_6
2019-07-19 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Ben did see him. Really, really see him. Had seen him for forever now and he was just —

Just. Ben was really proud, actually. Klaus was doing so well here. Was healthier than he’d seen him in — maybe for as long as Ben could remember and he was just really glad that he could be an active part of that, even if he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to vocally say so. It felt weird, maybe. To call attention to that hard won sobriety, like maybe mentioning it would be a strange reminder of it? Ben wasn’t sure. Maybe he should have paid more attention in all those past meetings.

Not that that was the current focus. Right now, he was focused on Klaus’ hand around his dick, on the way his eyes were so warm, his expression giving. Ben had always loved him most. Maybe this was something that would have happened no matter what, no matter where they were.

He breathed out a tight noise, like interested approval that had come low from his belly, and reached out until his hand was settled low over Klaus’, possibly helping, or maybe just really getting a feel for the way he moved. “That’s — that’s really fucking good.” He wanted more. But he also wanted to give Klaus something. Anything. “What about you—?”

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quietthedead
2019-07-20 03:14 am UTC (link)

Klaus was entirely happy to do this, to touch Ben like this and watch the way he reacted to it - sure his body was absolutely interested in what they were doing, but that interest was happy to wait as he took Ben in hand like this. He groaned lowly when Ben wrapped his hand around his too, not quite guiding him but definitely along for the ride as he continued that stroking up and down over the length of him.

"Yeah it is," Klaus agreed, not just that it would be good for Ben but it was good for him too, he'd thought about it ever since their sort of interesting flirty breakfast with Bill and now here he was in Ben's bed with his hands on him and Klaus knew this was exactly what he'd wanted that morning, and here he was now.

"You wanna?" He asked when Ben asked about him. Waiting for that look on his face before he was reaching for Ben's hand and moving it from where he'd joined Klaus instead to himself, a shuddering sort of breath easing out of him at the touch, and with one hand on Ben and the other wrapped around Ben's hand on his own cock, Klaus began to move them both, guiding Ben just enough to help him get the idea a bit more. "Oh fuck, Ben."

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number_6
2019-07-20 08:41 pm UTC (link)

Yeah he wanted to. He wouldn't have asked if he didn't. Klaus shoulda known that, at least. That Ben didn't offer words or opinions or much of anything else if he didn't think they were worth his time. Maybe that'd been a habit he'd picked up from being so passive earlier, but it stuck with him now. It meant when he talked, for the most part, it was for a reason.

And when he acted, when he did something, it was because he wanted to. And this? Ben wanted this. His fingers curved around Klaus' cock, he twisted his wrist like he'd watched him do, followed Klaus' helpfully guiding hand and lost his breath completely because how overwhelming and wonderful it was to have this. "You'll make a mess of me," he said after a moment of quiet, where it was just the sound of them moving, the way their breathing went a bit harsh. Ben's words weren't an accusation so much as a warning, impressed and awed.

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quietthedead
2019-07-21 03:57 am UTC (link)

"That's kind of the idea," Klaus huffed lowly when Ben warned him that he'd make a mess. That was exactly what Klaus wanted to do with him, to pull him apart and show him how good this could be, just one small part of all the things he wanted to do with Ben. This was just scratching the surface.

Klaus was breathing shallowly, part of him tempted to look town between their bodies, to see where Ben touched him too, not his own hand on his cock but Ben's moving with Klaus' easy guidance. He swiped his thumb over the head of Ben's dick at the top of the next pull of his hand and groaned.

"God you have no idea," he shook his head slowly, "how good you look like this." Klaus would have told you ages before that Ben was good looking, it was a simple fact. Just like all his siblings actually. But Ben was something special, and most especially like this and Klaus wanted to drink all of him in. "I want to make you come apart for me."

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number_6
2019-07-25 12:12 am UTC (link)

The noise that Ben made when Klaus circled the tip of his dick was absolutely wrecked, and he couldn't not buck into it further. It wasn't about discipline or anything, it just felt so damned good.

And it was fine, it was, because Klaus wanted that, because he was encouraging it and while Ben didn't always agree with over-indulging he absolutely did right now. Coming apart had never been so easy or so good before and maybe he hadn't gone a full marathon length or anything, but it didn't really seem like it was a thing to worry about, not when he was coming and it was literally maybe the best thing he'd ever done in his very short life, or at least the best feeling in it. He made that promised mess even as he tightened his grip on Klaus' hand and surged forward for another kiss because he was positive that'd make it better than it already was.

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quietthedead
2019-07-25 03:25 am UTC (link)

Watching Ben sink into this was quite possibly the best thing that Klaus had ever done, being able to pull him apart piece by piece until he was pressing into the ring of his fingers and then suddenly and without more warning than what he'd given already coming for him - yeah, Klaus could have this again and again and never get tired of it.

He groaned when Ben pressed into another kiss and pressed into it with just as much eager desire as he got from his brother. Klaus kept his hand moving through it all, pulling as much from Ben as he could and tightening his grip around his own dick with Ben's hand in his and speeding up their pace.

Now that they'd done this they didn't have to hold back any longer, he could have this again - it didn't have to be this one time, and so if he rushed right now it wasn't going to be like he couldn't take his time again later. "Fuck, Ben." He swore pulling back just a little, enough to watch his face as he rocked into his hand pushing himself toward that inevitable climax.

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number_6
2019-07-25 06:29 pm UTC (link)

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.

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quietthedead
2019-07-25 09:02 pm UTC (link)

Klaus huffed a laugh, breathlessly amused when Ben pushed his hand away and took over what Klaus had been leading him through initially. It was somehow better like this, despite Ben's inexperience. That it was Ben, that he'd been wearing that spaced out sort of look of pleasure on his face when he'd looked at him - and now this.

Yes. This was exactly what he'd wanted and Klaus couldn't help but groan when Ben did actually look then, between them to where his hand moved following the same kinds of movements that Klaus had been using before then. "Fuck, just like that, Ben." He gasped out his name tipping his head forward until he could rest against Ben's shoulder.

"Don't stop," He groaned, it was his turn then to move his hips, pressing into Ben's hand eager for more of his touch.

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number_6
2019-07-29 10:35 pm UTC (link)

Of course he wasn't going to stop. There'd be absolutely no stopping until they were both sated and happy, and curled up in a mess tangle of limbs. Ben knew that Klaus was just saying it because -- because sometimes you just had to say something, and that was the best option.

So, yeah. He didn't stop, in fact, when Klaus got to actually moving along with him (Ben knew, of course, that he'd been holding off just for the sake of being polite), he twisted his wrist a little, experimenting with weight and speed but ultimately not switching anything up so much that it wouldn't still feel good for his brother. That was very important to Ben for a million different reasons.

"C'mon," He said, lips pressing against Klaus' shoulder.

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quietthedead
2019-07-30 11:37 pm UTC (link)

On another day he would have held on longer, drawn this out and made it last as long as possible. Really savoring the moment, but let's be honest, patience had never been one of Klaus' strong suits especially when he was right in the middle of something he wanted desperately. And Ben - he was something that Klaus wanted, had wanted for so long and now here he was perfect and everything that Klaus could have asked for and he was going to make a mess of them both. Not at all content with the idea that it might just be Ben doing that.

He groaned and nodded, when Ben urged him on. "Yeah," He nodded, his head pressed against Ben's shoulder. "Yeah, I am."

He rutted against Ben, driving himself into the ring of his fingers, the twists and shifts of Ben's grip only urging him on and in the end push him over that edge, spilling over Ben's fingers with a strangled groan as his body tensed and he gave in.

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number_6
2019-08-01 12:53 am UTC (link)

What a good feeling. What a heady, entrancing feeling. Ben gasped all over again when Klaus came, making a mess of the both of them. But that wasn't really what he was focused on. What he cared about right now was how good it felt to make Klaus feel good. Getting was good, absolutely, but giving felt -- wonderful. Magical. Like something he'd never been able to do before, but now that he had he was pretty sure he was going to become quickly addicted.

"Look at you," he said a bit wonderingly, even though they were so wrapped up in each other that looking wasn't really a possibility -- especially since Ben had no real interest in moving, instead he only pressed closer until they were both toppling over to lay down again. "Klaus."

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quietthedead
2019-08-01 05:37 am UTC (link)

Klaus was panting, and even when Ben encouraged him to look he wasn't moved to do anything more than lean into Ben and try to catch his breath, to pull himself together enough once more to be able to hold on to Ben and savor this part of it just as much as he had the rest.

Thankfully Ben had the right idea as he pressed in close so that soon they were both laying down side by side, tangled up in one another, "Ben." He said his brother's name, tasting it as he did, stroking a hand against Ben's side. It was what he'd wanted, so much of had been passing between them since Ben had found his way back to tangibility, even before that point. But it hadn't been an option until now, until this very moment perhaps.

But here they were now, a mess and tangled together, they would need a shower - no a bath, when they got clean it needed to be a bath. For now though, this was enough. Ben pressed close, the heat of his body, and his name on Ben's lips.

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