[If Alfred had thrown him, Klaus probably wouldn't even have been angry -- just impressed.

Even with the less-than-perfect eyesight that Alfred has right now, Klaus is just a little above average in both respects -- thicker and longer by just a hair than most, nothing to write home about in that department, but more than enough to be satisfactory. It's all about how you use it, anyway.]

That's right.

[He smudges a few messy kisses across Alfred's jaw once the other man has him pinned down, rolling his hips up more aggressively once he finds himself pressed tightly beneath the blonde's body.

He's all but squirming already, honestly.]

That's perfect.

[And it is, really, the weight of another person above him and the fact that he can focus so singularly on Alfred that the presence of any ghosts that may or may not be in the room are of secondary consideration.

He gives Alfred another moment to adjust to their position, keeps his eyes half-lidded as he flexes his fingers in Alfred's grip and shifts to breathe hot against his ear.]

Get some of that lube on your fingers so you can fuck me with them -- start with one, try and take it easy...

[But he's not going to hold it against him if he can't.]