[ Into the sofa? Yeah, he supposes that is one way to put it. A part of him is kind of nervous (nobody is surprised) but it hardly takes any time for him to feel exactly what he's dealing with. It also doesn't take him long to start removing his own clothing, the blazer and tie of his dropping to the ground carelessly. ]
I mean, yeah, I guess that's what I am saying. I mean, it's a great sofa and all. I think you'll like it.
[ America reaches over and starts to take off Klaus' necktie, nibbling on his own lower lip before he flicks his gaze up to the other man. ]
Just don't be too messy or anything, 'kay? I play video games out here and don't want to deal with stains that I can't get out.
He does thoroughly enjoy watching Alfred shed his clothes even if he's being quick about it -- he lets his hands run down the expanse of the Carolinas while the other man tugs at his tie.]
I don't think I'm going to have too much time to think about how great the sofa is, either. Planning on being a little busy.
[He tugs pointedly at the front of Alfred's pants, as if to remind the other man of his plans -- like he needs a reminder -- so they can head closer to the couch.]
Since you're calling the shots here, I guess you've also got to tell me...
[He presses a few kisses across Alfred's jaw so he can murmur into his ear.]
Do you want me to take you from behind, or would you rather be looking at my pretty face?
[ His head tilts slightly at the question as if distracted by it. Well. His face certainly is something— with the way it was plated with scales along with.. other parts of his body. It's not something America thinks he could get into permanently, but honestly, he has no room to speak. He's sporting fox ears and a fluffy tail right now. Also, he knows he looks and acts so vulnerable and open, especially when being faced, and it makes him feel a little hyper conscious of how he acts. But then again, he feels like Klaus deserves it and should see him that way.. perhaps he wants to show him that side of him, too.
His eyes close with a hum, hands caressing the other man's sides before he shifts to mess with the buttons on his shirt to assist in undressing his companion. ]
Um. If all the fox stuff doesn't bother you, I think-- I'd like for you to see me.
[ His tail wags so slightly, but it's obvious he's a little hesitant with the choice. ]
[Yes, he knows all about how vulnerable you can look when you're facing someone during sex. Maybe he was giving Alfred a chance at an out -- so when he says that he'd rather Klaus see him, it's hard to miss the glimmer in his eyes.]
Good -- I was hoping you'd say that.
[And he was, genuinely, even if it's a more intimate position. It isn't as if Alfred hasn't had him in more compromising ones, after all.
He rolls his shoulders smoothly once his shirt is unbuttoned, letting it drop to the floor with fluid grace. He slips a hand into the pocket of his slacks and sets a small tube onto the couch, then closes the gap between them to kiss Alfred soundly.]
[ America eyes the tube that is on the couch then brings his attention back to the skin he's been given before their lips are meshed together once more. He eases back and flicks his tail up in the air so he can sit, pulling Klaus lower and down onto him with his arms wrapped around his neck. He sinks into the couch as they continue to kiss, teeth sealing over the top of his mouth, nipping at his lips. America is about halfway on the sofa, legs stretched out and off of the edge of the cushions, his neck leaning back on one of the arm rests. His legs spread, hips lifting upwards to press against the other man.
Oh. His glasses are a little fogged and he clears his throat, hands lifting up so he can remove them by the rims. ]
Whoops! I forget about these sometimes.
[ America, those are Texas. Texas. How can you forget? In any case, he seems to be a lot more at ease than say.. when he fell into this kind of position with Austria. He was fussy and anxious, and even if there are some nerves there, America seems.. mostly excited. ]
.. You're good with your hands, right? You know.. your hands inside somebody else.
[ Yeah. It was nerve wracking at first, but Austria really spoiled him with his hands last time he was in this position with someone. ]
[It's an extremely good thing that Klaus never needed glasses, honestly, because he'd never wear them and it'd be a disaster anyway. He can sympathize with regard to forgetting things that are pretty damn important, too. After all, it means that so far he's sufficiently distracted -- right?
His frame is light even putting most of his weight up against Alfred's body, and he rolls his hips eagerly to meet the other man's as he lifts up.]
Mmm -- I've never had any complaints.
[He actually chuckles, genuine, trailing his fingertips across the top of Alfred's stomach and grazing the top of his slacks.]
[ With the glasses set aside on a coffee table, America brings his hands down to chase after Klaus' and taking hold of one of them. His hips rut up against the other man's with a low hum, tail thumping against the sofa rather happily. Something about him seems a lot more sensual than other times they've done stuff like this, even taking a moment to bring the hand that he has to his lips so he can kiss the inside of Klaus' wrist. Funny enough, it's something he's seen the brunette do to him on several occasions. ]
God. I can feel it. Um. It won't be too much for me, you think?
[ But before his partner can respond, he's quick to say the next words: ]
I mean, of course not. I can handle anything! Haha, right?
[ Right. Well. The kissing on the wrist soon turns to kissing on the hand and then to the ends of his finger tips. What's unexpected is how he seals his lips over two of Klaus' digits, sucking lightly on the ends of his fingers. It's very convincing, the way his eyes are drawn heavy, boy-like lashes flicking upwards to look at his companion now and then, that he knows precisely what this means.
Amusingly though, he doesn't. He's just copying some things he's researched with his time here. ]
[Well, nobody ever said that America wasn't extremely good at picking things up -- even if he's told Klaus that the other nations seem to treat him like he's much younger (and maybe a little slow), Klaus has noticed that the blonde does the same thing that he does sometimes -- mimics someone else's mannerisms to make them more comfortable. It's a good tactic that Klaus is more than happy to benefit from right now. His own tail lashes serpentine behind him, slower but no less pleased.]
Right -- and I'm going to take my time with you.
[He sighs happily at the kisses and it dissolves into a half-rumble of appreciation when Alfred takes his fingers into his mouth. It takes a little skill, but Klaus is practiced -- he pops the other man's slacks open with one hand and drags his teeth down the middle of Alfred's chest as he snakes his hand forward, palming his partner's cock.
It's in his best interests to make this amazing, after all, so they can do it all the more in the future. He doesn't often get the chance to be on top in this way, rarely wants to be.]
[ It takes Alfred a moment to respond. He doesn't mind that Klaus is distracted by other parts of his body, but he continues to nurse the fingers he's still given, taking him all the way in to almost the base of his digits, sliding back and forth and lapping with the flat of his tongue. He makes a slight noise when he's cupped and pulls Klaus' hand from his mouth, sliding his hand into Klaus', fingers threading with the other man's. He observes him fondly with an amused smile. ]
Haha, wow. Really? I mean, I'd hope so. I deserve it after all.
[ He pops his knee inward and against Klaus playfully, his grin only growing. ]
Don't take too much time, though, man. I don't have all night. [ Yes you do, America. But also, it's his way of expressing his eagerness. ]
[Well, he's going to have a hard time taking it slow with the other man if he keeps licking his fingers like that -- but he isn't going to complain, either.]
Yeah, you do.
[He squeezes Alfred's hand briefly, a smile touching the corner of his own lips until the other man says he doesn't have all night.]
Well, then I'd better get started.
[He untangles their fingers so he can start pulling more insistently at Alfred's pants and underwear, urging them down his hips while he rocks back on his knees to get a better view of the rest of Alfred's body as he reveals it. Whether he's self-conscious of it or not, his partner looks great, especially eager and happy like this.]
[ Overall, it's been a good day for him, heavy discussion with Vietnam put aside. He does deserve this-- that is what he keeps telling himself. He's just happy that he has someone here who wants to do this with him. Not like sleep around for the hell of it, but sincerely wants to. He's known Klaus long enough to sense that energy from him even if he typically has difficulty reading the atmosphere.
He's already full on hard, and he's certain the strong, vanilla pheromones he gives off is only doing wonders for his partner as well. It's a handy thing, even if he hates it when it's Cordis time.
Alfred notices Klaus taking in his body with his eyes and he merely folds his arms behind his head, biceps just "accidentally" flexing. Yeah, he looks a lot more confident than he has with any other partner, even splayed out on display like this. His head lulls to the side, unable to resist a smug grin. ]
[He's never going to 100% get used to Alfred calling him 'bro', but -- well. Klaus half-smirks, dropping his head down just enough to swipe the flat of his tongue across the underside of the other man's length a few times to slick up the spot before he rubs absently with his thumb, eyes flickering back to Alfred's face.]
Mm. Mostly how pretty much every inch of you drives me crazy.
[Still stroking Alfred's length, he starts to free himself of his own pants and undergarments -- it's immediately obvious that things are straining a little more than usual, and once he's got things about his knees -- well, several changes are evident.
He all but sighs with the relief of air hitting his aching cock, leaning in again to capture Alfred's lips with his own.]
[ Some pleased ah's exhale from him as he tucks his lower lip inward, nibbling down on it. When he actually answers, though, he feels red flood over him. Oh. Uh. Well. He didn't expect an answer as sweet as that. Mostly just something exclaiming how hot he is or something about a specific part of his body. Instantly, his smug expression lessens and his face flushes, appearing both startled at embarrassed. Some nervous laughter bubbles up inside of him. ]
O.. oh! Ah. That's.. haha, wow.
[ Then, he just takes a gander at that cock. He's both mesmerized and turned on even more at that thing, unaware that his mouth has basically dropped open until Klaus is trying to kiss him again. ]
Mm! [ He tries to speak against their kiss, his arms lowering down over Klaus' body, fingers digging into the slope of his back. ]
It's--!
[ Really something else, but it hasn't deterred him from still taking the bottom position. In fact, it's only making him more excited. Once again, Klaus has left him a bit speechless. ]
[Klaus actually thought he was just talking dirty -- it's just the truth of the matter, that he finds pretty much every part of his partner erotic. The flush is more than endearing, and it has Klaus's tail lashing behind him much more energetically.
He half-chuckles against Alfred's mouth, leaning back enough to give his partner room to talk while he sways his hips side to side.]
-- Right?
[Look, he really wasn't lying about the thing being impressive. Klaus has put a lot of things inside of himself and other people, and he's pretty damn sure that this dick is so hot it's stolen.
Now that Alfred's got a grip on his hips, there's the telltale click of the lid of the lube flipping open so Klaus can squeeze a generous amount onto the fingers of one hand.]
[ He says this with a breathy voice, sweat already reaching parts of his flaxen hair. They're having a conversation without complete sentences. Nice job, fellas. ]
Oh.. you know.
[ His eyebrows raise slightly, realizing he never cleared something up between them. ]
We don't.. get diseases. Like. We don't get them like you guys do. That might have been why I was kind of.. weird with you the first time getting ready. Like.. I can't get what humans have and vice versa, so you don't have to wrap it if you don't want to. Not like.. I have anything to begin with..
[ He won't go into the fact their actual health ties into how well their economy is doing-- blah blah, weird nation stuff. It might be a boner killer for him to blab on about it. ]
Besides uh.. I think it might puncture a condom if you tried.
[They're communicating by the power of bro sounds, it's fine.
Klaus's eyebrows raise in return while America explains his whole -- situation, but ultimately all he has to say about it is pretty succinct.]
You know, I'm pretty sure you're right.
[He drops a kiss to the curve of Alfred's jaw, shifting forward enough that the hardness of his length (and its many ridges) press against the other man's thigh. One hand slides between his partner's legs, fingers slicked and lube warmed from having been on his fingers a while, only teasing across his entrance for now.
I usually am. About pretty much everything, just saying.
[ He gives Klaus his jaw when it's kissed, eyes closing once more. He bites the top of his lip when he feels what the man on top is sporting between his legs and he sighs out, seeming to enjoy this build up a good bit. ]
Jesus. It feels so.. different. I'm pretty excited, not going to lie.
[ It's very much obvious just how excited he is. He shifts a tad, giving Klaus a better position for that ample amount of flesh to be spread, cooing at the slow teasing. A curious question pops in his head and he can't help but open up one of his eyes. ]
[Klaus grins against the other man's jaw, nipping a narrow line to just below Alfred's ear while he starts to press the tip of his middle finger forward.]
Are we talking...what I like the most about your body, or what I like the most about you?
[Because contrary to popular belief about Klaus and how shallow he assumed people thought he was, he actually did have two answers for those questions.]
You're so --
[He slides his finger a little further forward, his other hand curling around Alfred's cock absently while he prepares him.]
-- determined. And kind ... with a fucking great ass.
[ He feels tense at first, but it's only for a second. There's really no way he would have allowed something like this to happen the first time he had sex, but he's opened up.. quite a good bit. Even so, he doesn't really let people just do this to him, and in fact, Klaus was the first person he asked. It seems like Klaus is a first for a lot of things.
The response to his question makes him smile enough to make those dimples appear in his face. He laughs lightly at the tail end of that statement. ]
It's uh.. kind of a secret, but I don't think it's that great. I wish I was more muscular there, and uhm.. a lot of other places, actually.
[ It's so nice how easily he can be honest around the other man. ]
He chuckles against the side of Alfred's throat, the hand that had been teasing his partner's length slipping behind him to squeeze one butt cheek affectionately after the admission from the other man.]
Well, then I'm glad at least I can appreciate it. And I do appreciate it.
[He rolls his hips forward again eagerly, letting his fingertip move at a smooth pace while he peppers kisses over Alfred's throat and over his Adam's apple.]
[ The dimples go nicely with the strong jawline he has.
Getting grabbed so suddenly causes a surprised squeak to erupt from him, hands sliding away from his partner to cover his mouth momentarily in a bit of shyness, but also, it's hiding the lingering grin on his face. ]
Uhm, well—
[ He removes his hands hands and slip them down and along his shoulders, fingers idly scraping across his skin. ]
I'm.. very glad about that. I kind of always wanted.. a superhero physique! But I guess cause I don't eat well I kind of fall short of it.
[ His breath hitches when he's kissed over his throat, each little kiss only feeding into his budding erection. ]
I wish I was skinnier. Kind of like you.
[ So many body image issues he has. It's just cause he's a perfectionist when it comes to his appearance. ]
[Klaus lets out another pleased, low rumble as the other man blushes and Alfred's nails scrape across his skin -- the noises are new, but he thinks they sound pretty sexy coming out of him, so hopefully his partner feels the same.
He nips lightly at a particularly sensitive spot over Alfred's throat, starting to rock his first inserted finger inside the man while his thumb strokes lightly over his balls.
How can he still be having such a casual conversation with how busy his hand is? He's had a lot of practice.]
You don't want to be scrawny like me. The broad-shoulders give you much more of a beefcake vibe.
[There's another soft laugh, the tip of his second finger caressing over Alfred's perineum.]
[ Oh, sure. They're new noises, but it makes Klaus sound.. strong? Which is nice. A part of him likes being the stronger person because he thrives after domination an having someone to look after, so to say, but he also finds himself turned on by powerful things.
He squirms delightfully under the other man, trying to encourage contact on just the right spot for him. Nothing about what Klaus is doing feels bad though. The attention on his neck is enough of a distraction as it is. He breathes out, shakily, but seems a lot more at ease than any other time they've done anything like this. ]
Are.. are you saying I'm a beefcake?
[ Just say yes, Klaus, even if you don't mean it. ]
Do you really think I'm handsome? [ His partner says it a lot, but America just really loves to hear it. ]
[Klaus pays careful attention to exactly where his partner is trying to get him to hit with his fingers, and when his second digit slips up next to its mate he starts to apply light pressure there, stroking over the spot.]
That's what I said, babe.
[His lips settle onto Alfred's collarbone, pressing a quick series of light pecks against the skin between his next words.]
Handsome...sweet...sexy...you're a full meal deal, as far as I'm concerned...
[He's even only partly stoking Alfred's ego -- he has a type, all right, and blonde and built soldier boys definitely fit into that type.]
[ He accepts the second finger without too much trouble, a small, strained noise coming out of him. His hands slide around and along Klaus' back again, scraping. He takes in a sudden breaath when his partner sweeps over those sensitive nerves. ]
Y—Yeah? I am? You think s..so?
[ However, his body jolts when Klaus gives him more pressure, another sharp gasp coming from him. His spine curls and America feels his body trembling slightly-- Klaus will probably notice it especially in America's legs and thighs. ]
Holy s-shit, yeah, uh--!
[ His eyes flutter, moisture beginning to rise to the surface of them. His hand slips from his partner to his own face, the back of his hand covering his mouth. He appears like he's beginning to get worked up, a thick sheet of sweat glistening over the muscles of his body. ]
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[ Into the sofa? Yeah, he supposes that is one way to put it. A part of him is kind of nervous (nobody is surprised) but it hardly takes any time for him to feel exactly what he's dealing with. It also doesn't take him long to start removing his own clothing, the blazer and tie of his dropping to the ground carelessly. ]
I mean, yeah, I guess that's what I am saying. I mean, it's a great sofa and all. I think you'll like it.
[ America reaches over and starts to take off Klaus' necktie, nibbling on his own lower lip before he flicks his gaze up to the other man. ]
Just don't be too messy or anything, 'kay? I play video games out here and don't want to deal with stains that I can't get out.
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[Well, probably not.
He does thoroughly enjoy watching Alfred shed his clothes even if he's being quick about it -- he lets his hands run down the expanse of the Carolinas while the other man tugs at his tie.]
I don't think I'm going to have too much time to think about how great the sofa is, either. Planning on being a little busy.
[He tugs pointedly at the front of Alfred's pants, as if to remind the other man of his plans -- like he needs a reminder -- so they can head closer to the couch.]
Since you're calling the shots here, I guess you've also got to tell me...
[He presses a few kisses across Alfred's jaw so he can murmur into his ear.]
Do you want me to take you from behind, or would you rather be looking at my pretty face?
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His eyes close with a hum, hands caressing the other man's sides before he shifts to mess with the buttons on his shirt to assist in undressing his companion. ]
Um.
If all the fox stuff doesn't bother you, I think-- I'd like for you to see me.
[ His tail wags so slightly, but it's obvious he's a little hesitant with the choice. ]
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Good -- I was hoping you'd say that.
[And he was, genuinely, even if it's a more intimate position. It isn't as if Alfred hasn't had him in more compromising ones, after all.
He rolls his shoulders smoothly once his shirt is unbuttoned, letting it drop to the floor with fluid grace. He slips a hand into the pocket of his slacks and sets a small tube onto the couch, then closes the gap between them to kiss Alfred soundly.]
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Oh. His glasses are a little fogged and he clears his throat, hands lifting up so he can remove them by the rims. ]
Whoops! I forget about these sometimes.
[ America, those are Texas. Texas. How can you forget? In any case, he seems to be a lot more at ease than say.. when he fell into this kind of position with Austria. He was fussy and anxious, and even if there are some nerves there, America seems.. mostly excited. ]
.. You're good with your hands, right? You know.. your hands inside somebody else.
[ Yeah. It was nerve wracking at first, but Austria really spoiled him with his hands last time he was in this position with someone. ]
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His frame is light even putting most of his weight up against Alfred's body, and he rolls his hips eagerly to meet the other man's as he lifts up.]
Mmm -- I've never had any complaints.
[He actually chuckles, genuine, trailing his fingertips across the top of Alfred's stomach and grazing the top of his slacks.]
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God. I can feel it. Um. It won't be too much for me, you think?
[ But before his partner can respond, he's quick to say the next words: ]
I mean, of course not. I can handle anything! Haha, right?
[ Right. Well. The kissing on the wrist soon turns to kissing on the hand and then to the ends of his finger tips. What's unexpected is how he seals his lips over two of Klaus' digits, sucking lightly on the ends of his fingers. It's very convincing, the way his eyes are drawn heavy, boy-like lashes flicking upwards to look at his companion now and then, that he knows precisely what this means.
Amusingly though, he doesn't. He's just copying some things he's researched with his time here. ]
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Right -- and I'm going to take my time with you.
[He sighs happily at the kisses and it dissolves into a half-rumble of appreciation when Alfred takes his fingers into his mouth. It takes a little skill, but Klaus is practiced -- he pops the other man's slacks open with one hand and drags his teeth down the middle of Alfred's chest as he snakes his hand forward, palming his partner's cock.
It's in his best interests to make this amazing, after all, so they can do it all the more in the future. He doesn't often get the chance to be on top in this way, rarely wants to be.]
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Haha, wow. Really? I mean, I'd hope so. I deserve it after all.
[ He pops his knee inward and against Klaus playfully, his grin only growing. ]
Don't take too much time, though, man. I don't have all night.
[ Yes you do, America. But also, it's his way of expressing his eagerness. ]
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Yeah, you do.
[He squeezes Alfred's hand briefly, a smile touching the corner of his own lips until the other man says he doesn't have all night.]
Well, then I'd better get started.
[He untangles their fingers so he can start pulling more insistently at Alfred's pants and underwear, urging them down his hips while he rocks back on his knees to get a better view of the rest of Alfred's body as he reveals it. Whether he's self-conscious of it or not, his partner looks great, especially eager and happy like this.]
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He's already full on hard, and he's certain the strong, vanilla pheromones he gives off is only doing wonders for his partner as well. It's a handy thing, even if he hates it when it's Cordis time.
Alfred notices Klaus taking in his body with his eyes and he merely folds his arms behind his head, biceps just "accidentally" flexing. Yeah, he looks a lot more confident than he has with any other partner, even splayed out on display like this. His head lulls to the side, unable to resist a smug grin. ]
What are you thinking about, bro?
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Mm. Mostly how pretty much every inch of you drives me crazy.
[Still stroking Alfred's length, he starts to free himself of his own pants and undergarments -- it's immediately obvious that things are straining a little more than usual, and once he's got things about his knees -- well, several changes are evident.
He all but sighs with the relief of air hitting his aching cock, leaning in again to capture Alfred's lips with his own.]
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O.. oh! Ah. That's.. haha, wow.
[ Then, he just takes a gander at that cock. He's both mesmerized and turned on even more at that thing, unaware that his mouth has basically dropped open until Klaus is trying to kiss him again. ]
Mm!
[ He tries to speak against their kiss, his arms lowering down over Klaus' body, fingers digging into the slope of his back. ]
It's--!
[ Really something else, but it hasn't deterred him from still taking the bottom position. In fact, it's only making him more excited. Once again, Klaus has left him a bit speechless. ]
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He half-chuckles against Alfred's mouth, leaning back enough to give his partner room to talk while he sways his hips side to side.]
-- Right?
[Look, he really wasn't lying about the thing being impressive. Klaus has put a lot of things inside of himself and other people, and he's pretty damn sure that this dick is so hot it's stolen.
Now that Alfred's got a grip on his hips, there's the telltale click of the lid of the lube flipping open so Klaus can squeeze a generous amount onto the fingers of one hand.]
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[ He says this with a breathy voice, sweat already reaching parts of his flaxen hair. They're having a conversation without complete sentences. Nice job, fellas. ]
Oh.. you know.
[ His eyebrows raise slightly, realizing he never cleared something up between them. ]
We don't.. get diseases. Like. We don't get them like you guys do. That might have been why I was kind of.. weird with you the first time getting ready. Like.. I can't get what humans have and vice versa, so you don't have to wrap it if you don't want to. Not like.. I have anything to begin with..
[ He won't go into the fact their actual health ties into how well their economy is doing-- blah blah, weird nation stuff. It might be a boner killer for him to blab on about it. ]
Besides uh.. I think it might puncture a condom if you tried.
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Klaus's eyebrows raise in return while America explains his whole -- situation, but ultimately all he has to say about it is pretty succinct.]
You know, I'm pretty sure you're right.
[He drops a kiss to the curve of Alfred's jaw, shifting forward enough that the hardness of his length (and its many ridges) press against the other man's thigh. One hand slides between his partner's legs, fingers slicked and lube warmed from having been on his fingers a while, only teasing across his entrance for now.
Really, he's not going to rush.]
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[ He gives Klaus his jaw when it's kissed, eyes closing once more. He bites the top of his lip when he feels what the man on top is sporting between his legs and he sighs out, seeming to enjoy this build up a good bit. ]
Jesus. It feels so.. different. I'm pretty excited, not going to lie.
[ It's very much obvious just how excited he is. He shifts a tad, giving Klaus a better position for that ample amount of flesh to be spread, cooing at the slow teasing. A curious question pops in his head and he can't help but open up one of his eyes. ]
Hey.. so. What is it you like the most about me?
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[Klaus grins against the other man's jaw, nipping a narrow line to just below Alfred's ear while he starts to press the tip of his middle finger forward.]
Are we talking...what I like the most about your body, or what I like the most about you?
[Because contrary to popular belief about Klaus and how shallow he assumed people thought he was, he actually did have two answers for those questions.]
You're so --
[He slides his finger a little further forward, his other hand curling around Alfred's cock absently while he prepares him.]
-- determined. And kind ... with a fucking great ass.
[He's only human, okay?!]
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The response to his question makes him smile enough to make those dimples appear in his face. He laughs lightly at the tail end of that statement. ]
It's uh.. kind of a secret, but I don't think it's that great. I wish I was more muscular there, and uhm.. a lot of other places, actually.
[ It's so nice how easily he can be honest around the other man. ]
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He chuckles against the side of Alfred's throat, the hand that had been teasing his partner's length slipping behind him to squeeze one butt cheek affectionately after the admission from the other man.]
Well, then I'm glad at least I can appreciate it. And I do appreciate it.
[He rolls his hips forward again eagerly, letting his fingertip move at a smooth pace while he peppers kisses over Alfred's throat and over his Adam's apple.]
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Getting grabbed so suddenly causes a surprised squeak to erupt from him, hands sliding away from his partner to cover his mouth momentarily in a bit of shyness, but also, it's hiding the lingering grin on his face. ]
Uhm, well—
[ He removes his hands hands and slip them down and along his shoulders, fingers idly scraping across his skin. ]
I'm.. very glad about that. I kind of always wanted.. a superhero physique! But I guess cause I don't eat well I kind of fall short of it.
[ His breath hitches when he's kissed over his throat, each little kiss only feeding into his budding erection. ]
I wish I was skinnier. Kind of like you.
[ So many body image issues he has. It's just cause he's a perfectionist when it comes to his appearance. ]
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He nips lightly at a particularly sensitive spot over Alfred's throat, starting to rock his first inserted finger inside the man while his thumb strokes lightly over his balls.
How can he still be having such a casual conversation with how busy his hand is? He's had a lot of practice.]
You don't want to be scrawny like me. The broad-shoulders give you much more of a beefcake vibe.
[There's another soft laugh, the tip of his second finger caressing over Alfred's perineum.]
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He squirms delightfully under the other man, trying to encourage contact on just the right spot for him. Nothing about what Klaus is doing feels bad though. The attention on his neck is enough of a distraction as it is. He breathes out, shakily, but seems a lot more at ease than any other time they've done anything like this. ]
Are.. are you saying I'm a beefcake?
[ Just say yes, Klaus, even if you don't mean it. ]
Do you really think I'm handsome?
[ His partner says it a lot, but America just really loves to hear it. ]
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That's what I said, babe.
[His lips settle onto Alfred's collarbone, pressing a quick series of light pecks against the skin between his next words.]
Handsome...sweet...sexy...you're a full meal deal, as far as I'm concerned...
[He's even only partly stoking Alfred's ego -- he has a type, all right, and blonde and built soldier boys definitely fit into that type.]
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Y—Yeah? I am? You think s..so?
[ However, his body jolts when Klaus gives him more pressure, another sharp gasp coming from him. His spine curls and America feels his body trembling slightly-- Klaus will probably notice it especially in America's legs and thighs. ]
Holy s-shit, yeah, uh--!
[ His eyes flutter, moisture beginning to rise to the surface of them. His hand slips from his partner to his own face, the back of his hand covering his mouth. He appears like he's beginning to get worked up, a thick sheet of sweat glistening over the muscles of his body. ]
God that feels real good! Keep doing that!
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It's time for everyone's favorite icon
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