[It's a combination of so many of the things that just happened which fuel Klaus's next move -- the way that Alfred draws back from touching him to grip the hem of his shirt, the colour that spreads across the other man's skin, and the ramble of words that tumble out of him -- they all combine to convince Klaus to shift and move until he's above Alfred, lips chasing down the middle of his chest between his collarbones.
He doesn't put body weight on the other man, nor does he move to pin his arms -- but he does smile again at Alfred, ears twitching with interest.]
You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You're very...
[He lets his nails rake gently over Alfred's core, over the strip of skin just above his waistband,]
...very handsome.
[And 'cute', but he knows most men don't like to hear that.
Klaus takes note of the dog tags, files that under information that might be good for later, but doesn't mention them off the bat.]
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He doesn't put body weight on the other man, nor does he move to pin his arms -- but he does smile again at Alfred, ears twitching with interest.]
You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You're very...
[He lets his nails rake gently over Alfred's core, over the strip of skin just above his waistband,]
...very handsome.
[And 'cute', but he knows most men don't like to hear that.
Klaus takes note of the dog tags, files that under information that might be good for later, but doesn't mention them off the bat.]