[With the increased movement from Alfred, Klaus finds himself being less and less able to hold back -- and it doesn't seem to be something the other man is interested in him doing, honestly. He shudders as his partner finds the rhythm of his hips, chasing a trail of nips down the centre of Alfred's throat once the other man exposes it to him.
Whether or not it's intentional, in this kind of position it makes him feel trusted -- something that Alfred makes him feel even though he has no right or claim to it -- and that means more to him than he wants to admit. He untangles one hand from the other man's grasp and glides it along Alfred's hip, resting against the skin more to increased the contact between them than to guide him.
Once he's as deep as he feels he can go (that bulge at the base is a little snug, after all), he starts a rhythm that's more earnest; his tail lashes behind him and he lets out another more wanton moan against Alfred's throat.]
Good -- I want you to enjoy every -- little -- ridge.
[Each phrase punctuated with a thrust of his hips.]
[ He hadn't expected his senses to feel so overwhelming so quickly, but even the kisses down his throat cause him to moan out, his body growing warmer and warmer by the second. As their speed increases, though, he can feel both pleasure mixed with some pain inside of him and his tension quickly climbs to nearly enough. Nearly. The repetitive rutting against his prostate earns Klaus a breathy 'ah' every single time, his eyes daring to water once more. He eventually yips, the fur on his tail bristled and a small a bit of saliva dripping from his dry mouth and he squeezes his eyelids shut. ]
Hah, okay, okay! Fuck, go faster! Touch me too, c'mon, I'm almost there!
[ He clenches his muscles around Klaus, hissing out as his prick releases some beads of pre-cum. ]
[Well, this seems like it's going swimmingly. Klaus grazes his fingertips over Alfred's stomach, and as he hears the request from the other man, he wraps his fist around his cock and spreads out that pre-cum with his thumb, rubbing the underside of the sensitive head.
What really does him in, though, is Alfred clenching around him -- he shudders and arches, increasing his speed and pressing his forehead against Alfred's shoulder.]
Christ, you feel so fucking incredible... I can't wait for you to come for me, baby...
[ Probably a lot better than any of them expected it to go. It's really a good thing this wasn't his first encounter with Klaus and the roles were reversed or he would have been a lot more anxious and less eager about it. That's what happens when someone gains his trust.
His thighs press into the other man's body, a lot stronger than he really intends to, his ankles crossing, toes curling together. His erection throbs in the other man's hold, the lower part of his spine arching as he climbs to his peak with a loud and pleading whine. The blond's hands find themselves clawing at Klaus' back, a choked noise stuck in his throat, but he does manage to get Klaus' name out as he releases, a warm mess splattering over their skin as he climaxes.
Something was really embarrassing to America about coming in his position, and after his body is done constricting, his muscles relax as he closes his eyes, lashes still damp. Alfred can't help but laugh as his chest and cheeks keep a bright red color, his legs are still shaking. ]
[There's some hilarious polar differences there since part of Klaus becomes more anxious around people whose opinions he actually values, which sometimes leads to him being more anxious -- but that's certainly not something he's thinking of, especially as Alfred grasps around him so tightly.
The nails on his back are enough to make him huff and gasp as he continues to thrust, but that whine of his name and the way that his back arches up so deliciously is more than enough to throw Klaus over the edge as well, one arm clutching around Alfred's shoulders.
He tries to relax along with Alfred, though, and his own eyes flutter open just as his partner's close. He presses a trio of kisses over one of his cheeks, affectionate.]
Well, damn -- I hope you enjoyed that at least half as much as I did.
[ Feeling the other man release inside of him encourages a pleased hum out of America's throat, his smile inching wider on his face as he feels the very last tingles leave his body in waves. He giggles at being kissed, ignoring how he's certain his ass is gonna burn tomorrow. It's fine. ]
God, yes!! That was.. sooo awesome.
[ Something about him looks exhausted, but he seems warm and happy as ever. ]
You gotta get a copy of that dick of yours.
[ Not to say Klaus' normal dick wasn't.. nice.. but this one was really.. unique. He scrubs at the moisture on his lashes, half-lidded eyes regarding his partner. One of his hands finds itself in Klaus' hair, affectionately stroking through the curls. ]
[If Alfred is exhausted, Klaus is doubly so -- even with the moon, being as sated and content as he is right now makes him really just want to sleep. They're still on the couch, though, so that's not exactly an option.
He grabs one of his socks from the ground to clean Alfred and himself up a little, chuckling at the statement about his dick.]
You know, I was thinking the same thing. Is it technically self-insertion if the dildo was pretty much the same as your dick at one time?
[He tips his head into the hand in his hair.
Oh, yeah. So bossy.]
Like how fucking cute you look right now? Or ... mm, how you're so good at being incredibly sexy without knowing it?
My vote is yes, totally yes. 'Cause technically it's still your dick.
[ America pushes his body into Klaus' hand as he cleans, his arms lifting so they can fold behind his own head, breaking from Klaus' head after he's given him some affection. He's a bit of an attention seeker, and since he's gotten so comfortable with Klaus sexually, he feels less body shy and instead basks in it, wanting to be seen and admired. His grin spreads to show his teeth, but he curls his hand over his mouth when he's complimented. ]
Yeah! Stuff like that. I really like hearing it. It makes me feel really good.
Well, then I guess I don't mind stroking your ego a little.
[He honestly doesn't: it's something that comes naturally to him, complimenting people. He doesn't even need to mean it, so long as it gets him what he wants (although with Alfred, he's genuine). After his partner is all cleaned up, he moves to settle down against him with a satisfied huff.]
You're -- really fucking great, after all. I don't think I know anyone else who'd even consider just opening a restaurant in a completely foreign fucking universe.
[ He's been squinting at his companion for the longest time, so once Klaus has settled next to him, he slides his glasses back on his face and props his head up by putting his ear in his hand and his elbow on the couch, shifting on his side to give Klaus more room. ]
Hahaha, oh man, for real? I know it's crazy, but it's kind of been a dream of mine! Capitalism is super important after all.. I'd love to somehow leave my mark all over the universes! I'd talk about stuff like this a lot, and nobody really took me seriously. I proved them wrong though, because I'm that awesome.
I never really considered this place a bad place even if it isn't home. It's a scientific breakthrough!
[It's really something to see the shift in Alfred's demeanor now that he's really comfortable around Klaus. He brings a hand over to brush through the blond's hair.]
Mmm, right -- you are still America, after all, so I guess all that makes sense.
[He shrugs.]
I don't know if I consider it a 'bad' place either. It's just a -- different place, even if I don't think they're telling us everything about how we got here in the first place.
[ He hums pleasantly when his hair is raked through. He hasn't wiped the smile off of his face yet and he really doesn't plan to. The warmth he's feeling he knows isn't just something lingering from his orgasm-- it's something else. ]
Yeah. It's really amazing. Sometimes I worry about back home, but it's so boring. Just paperwork.. and every four years I get a new boss, or keep the same one. It's always kind of an adjustment; sometimes their choices I don't like or agree with or they tell me to do something I don't like and yeah. It's weird.
I bet it's nice to be a human and live a whatever kind of lifestyle.
[Well, at least one of them is conscious of that feeling already -- Klaus is still doing his best to ignore it in one form or another with Alfred.
The words from the other man make sense once he considers them: so, the president more or less controls the country itself. That tracks, even if it's ... some sort of weird slavery?]
It -- sounds weird, man. And sure, I guess being human might be nice, but I don't have a lot to compare it to...and a lot of people still don't live a 'whatever' lifestyle. Just idiots like me, remember?
[Klaus -- well. He's got mixed feelings about what America's saying, because he gets why you'd want to die, and he even gets why Alfred would want to be heroic about it, but --]
-- you know, sometimes heroic deaths aren't all they're cracked up to be. Sometimes they really fuck up the people who live instead of you.
[He's thinking about -- Dave, of course, but he's also thinking about Ben, about how hard the whole damned Umbrella Academy had taken his death. It had reminded them they were all painfully mortal children, and it had been -- awful.]
Huh? Well, yeah. It's not like I'd purposefully find a way to kill myself off, but..
[ America has no idea who Klaus is thinking of specifically, but they've come across this conversation a lot, and he does know Klaus lost someone of importance. ]
I think you know this, but I just.. get tired of watching the people I love pass away knowing it's just going to keep on going on forever. It's kind of like a big pain in the ass, but I wouldn't want a flimsy death either. Just.. something really great so I can continue being something really great even after I'm gone.
[He ... really doesn't want to ruin the evening with something like fighting, especially with how great things had been going. He huffs out a breath of air and opts instead of getting worked up to just settle closer to Alfred, pressing his face into the other man's shoulder.]
I don't think you have to worry about anyone just forgetting about you. You've done a lot with your...self, you know?
[ Alfred knows that.. he's a pretty great guy! But still, there's that desire to become something greater.. do something even bigger. It's always on his list of aspirations to grow and become something amazing. It's all for praise and he's a glutton when it comes to having his ego stroked.
Either way, he's still warm and content and huddles against Klaus, tangling their limbs together, one arm draping over the other man. ]
I have. That's true. Oh.. and if it were to sometime happen, it can't happen anytime soon. 'Cause I still have to be here and protect you, so. Yeah. Maybe things are just better the way they are. I'd be okay with that.
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Whether or not it's intentional, in this kind of position it makes him feel trusted -- something that Alfred makes him feel even though he has no right or claim to it -- and that means more to him than he wants to admit. He untangles one hand from the other man's grasp and glides it along Alfred's hip, resting against the skin more to increased the contact between them than to guide him.
Once he's as deep as he feels he can go (that bulge at the base is a little snug, after all), he starts a rhythm that's more earnest; his tail lashes behind him and he lets out another more wanton moan against Alfred's throat.]
Good -- I want you to enjoy every -- little -- ridge.
[Each phrase punctuated with a thrust of his hips.]
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Hah, okay, okay! Fuck, go faster! Touch me too, c'mon, I'm almost there!
[ He clenches his muscles around Klaus, hissing out as his prick releases some beads of pre-cum. ]
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What really does him in, though, is Alfred clenching around him -- he shudders and arches, increasing his speed and pressing his forehead against Alfred's shoulder.]
Christ, you feel so fucking incredible... I can't wait for you to come for me, baby...
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His thighs press into the other man's body, a lot stronger than he really intends to, his ankles crossing, toes curling together. His erection throbs in the other man's hold, the lower part of his spine arching as he climbs to his peak with a loud and pleading whine. The blond's hands find themselves clawing at Klaus' back, a choked noise stuck in his throat, but he does manage to get Klaus' name out as he releases, a warm mess splattering over their skin as he climaxes.
Something was really embarrassing to America about coming in his position, and after his body is done constricting, his muscles relax as he closes his eyes, lashes still damp. Alfred can't help but laugh as his chest and cheeks keep a bright red color, his legs are still shaking. ]
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The nails on his back are enough to make him huff and gasp as he continues to thrust, but that whine of his name and the way that his back arches up so deliciously is more than enough to throw Klaus over the edge as well, one arm clutching around Alfred's shoulders.
He tries to relax along with Alfred, though, and his own eyes flutter open just as his partner's close. He presses a trio of kisses over one of his cheeks, affectionate.]
Well, damn -- I hope you enjoyed that at least half as much as I did.
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God, yes!! That was.. sooo awesome.
[ Something about him looks exhausted, but he seems warm and happy as ever. ]
You gotta get a copy of that dick of yours.
[ Not to say Klaus' normal dick wasn't.. nice.. but this one was really.. unique. He scrubs at the moisture on his lashes, half-lidded eyes regarding his partner. One of his hands finds itself in Klaus' hair, affectionately stroking through the curls. ]
Hey, say some other nice things about me.
[ Bossy, isn't he? ]
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He grabs one of his socks from the ground to clean Alfred and himself up a little, chuckling at the statement about his dick.]
You know, I was thinking the same thing. Is it technically self-insertion if the dildo was pretty much the same as your dick at one time?
[He tips his head into the hand in his hair.
Oh, yeah. So bossy.]
Like how fucking cute you look right now? Or ... mm, how you're so good at being incredibly sexy without knowing it?
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[ America pushes his body into Klaus' hand as he cleans, his arms lifting so they can fold behind his own head, breaking from Klaus' head after he's given him some affection. He's a bit of an attention seeker, and since he's gotten so comfortable with Klaus sexually, he feels less body shy and instead basks in it, wanting to be seen and admired. His grin spreads to show his teeth, but he curls his hand over his mouth when he's complimented. ]
Yeah! Stuff like that. I really like hearing it. It makes me feel really good.
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[He honestly doesn't: it's something that comes naturally to him, complimenting people. He doesn't even need to mean it, so long as it gets him what he wants (although with Alfred, he's genuine). After his partner is all cleaned up, he moves to settle down against him with a satisfied huff.]
You're -- really fucking great, after all. I don't think I know anyone else who'd even consider just opening a restaurant in a completely foreign fucking universe.
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Hahaha, oh man, for real? I know it's crazy, but it's kind of been a dream of mine! Capitalism is super important after all.. I'd love to somehow leave my mark all over the universes! I'd talk about stuff like this a lot, and nobody really took me seriously. I proved them wrong though, because I'm that awesome.
I never really considered this place a bad place even if it isn't home. It's a scientific breakthrough!
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Mmm, right -- you are still America, after all, so I guess all that makes sense.
[He shrugs.]
I don't know if I consider it a 'bad' place either. It's just a -- different place, even if I don't think they're telling us everything about how we got here in the first place.
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Yeah. It's really amazing. Sometimes I worry about back home, but it's so boring. Just paperwork.. and every four years I get a new boss, or keep the same one. It's always kind of an adjustment; sometimes their choices I don't like or agree with or they tell me to do something I don't like and yeah. It's weird.
I bet it's nice to be a human and live a whatever kind of lifestyle.
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The words from the other man make sense once he considers them: so, the president more or less controls the country itself. That tracks, even if it's ... some sort of weird slavery?]
It -- sounds weird, man. And sure, I guess being human might be nice, but I don't have a lot to compare it to...and a lot of people still don't live a 'whatever' lifestyle. Just idiots like me, remember?
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[ America, why do you sound so happy about that. ]
Man, I'd love to die victoriously.. by doing something real heroic.. and be a person that a legend is made of.. save a bunch of people.
[ He's.. talking about this with stars in his eyes, please stop him. ]
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-- you know, sometimes heroic deaths aren't all they're cracked up to be. Sometimes they really fuck up the people who live instead of you.
[He's thinking about -- Dave, of course, but he's also thinking about Ben, about how hard the whole damned Umbrella Academy had taken his death. It had reminded them they were all painfully mortal children, and it had been -- awful.]
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[ America has no idea who Klaus is thinking of specifically, but they've come across this conversation a lot, and he does know Klaus lost someone of importance. ]
I think you know this, but I just.. get tired of watching the people I love pass away knowing it's just going to keep on going on forever. It's kind of like a big pain in the ass, but I wouldn't want a flimsy death either. Just.. something really great so I can continue being something really great even after I'm gone.
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I don't think you have to worry about anyone just forgetting about you. You've done a lot with your...self, you know?
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Either way, he's still warm and content and huddles against Klaus, tangling their limbs together, one arm draping over the other man. ]
I have. That's true. Oh.. and if it were to sometime happen, it can't happen anytime soon. 'Cause I still have to be here and protect you, so. Yeah. Maybe things are just better the way they are. I'd be okay with that.