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

Entry tags:

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
2019-07-25 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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