I'm perfectly relaxed! I don't know what you mean, I can h.. handle this!
[ He exclaims this just as Klaus rolls to his knees, body shivering at the brushing touch along his thighs. Of course he's going to watch as the other man strips off his clothing in seemingly fluid movements. Of course his eyes glaze over the ripples of skin-- the tattoos-- but even more obviously, right to his dick. You know. Just as bros. He's squinting, too. It might be more enjoyable if he could actually see better with his glasses off.
Though, he sucks in a breath as he other man stretches over him, reaching for what they'll need. Right. Humans needed stuff like this; it wasn't anything he and his colleagues needed to worry about, but that wasn't something he could get into right now. He parts his lips and his mouth hangs open slightly to inquire about the condom-- 'nobody is going to get pregnant though'-- but his attention fixates on being called sexy and it's a distraction. He puffs out just one of his cheeks and settles his gaze to Klaus'. If he's observant enough, he'll notice Alfred is flexing his fingers. ]
Piece of cake. I'll give you the best flip ever.
[ Just don't.. throw him. His hands take Klaus by the wrists much like he did previously, but he might feel him quivering slightly when he does so-- please don't point that out to him. Swinging his leg over, he pins Klaus quite tightly, his own dog tags clattering in the space between them. He holds eye contact, but also seems to be holding his breath too. He waits for direction, a bit embarrassed that he has to do that, but by the intense expression, it's evident he's doing his best.
But then, brief worry flushes over his face, making the tension in his face melt away for a second. ]
Wait, wait.. flip you over this way.. right? [ Mortifying. He hates asking for help. ]
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[ He exclaims this just as Klaus rolls to his knees, body shivering at the brushing touch along his thighs. Of course he's going to watch as the other man strips off his clothing in seemingly fluid movements. Of course his eyes glaze over the ripples of skin-- the tattoos-- but even more obviously, right to his dick. You know. Just as bros. He's squinting, too. It might be more enjoyable if he could actually see better with his glasses off.
Though, he sucks in a breath as he other man stretches over him, reaching for what they'll need. Right. Humans needed stuff like this; it wasn't anything he and his colleagues needed to worry about, but that wasn't something he could get into right now. He parts his lips and his mouth hangs open slightly to inquire about the condom-- 'nobody is going to get pregnant though'-- but his attention fixates on being called sexy and it's a distraction. He puffs out just one of his cheeks and settles his gaze to Klaus'. If he's observant enough, he'll notice Alfred is flexing his fingers. ]
Piece of cake. I'll give you the best flip ever.
[ Just don't.. throw him. His hands take Klaus by the wrists much like he did previously, but he might feel him quivering slightly when he does so-- please don't point that out to him. Swinging his leg over, he pins Klaus quite tightly, his own dog tags clattering in the space between them. He holds eye contact, but also seems to be holding his breath too. He waits for direction, a bit embarrassed that he has to do that, but by the intense expression, it's evident he's doing his best.
But then, brief worry flushes over his face, making the tension in his face melt away for a second. ]
Wait, wait.. flip you over this way.. right?
[ Mortifying. He hates asking for help. ]