[ Klaus almost mouths off again, says something about what else his tongue can do, but he's...busy, okay? He makes some sound of approval or acknowledgement, openmouthed and pointless, as his tongue moves along the leather.
He doesn't even bother being embarrassed about this. There's no point, and he's done so much stupid shit in his life that embarrassment just doesn't come his way most of the time these days. Besides, they're in hell! Who cares?
Klaus's breath hitches when James pulls on the leash again. Driven by that pull and by the captain's boot, he stops what he's doing and pushes himself up a bit with his arms, just enough to get leverage to turn over.
His dick is obviously hard, constrained only by his brightly coloured underwear. He lays there and looks up at James, irreverent smile lingering in the corner of his mouth. He can't help but be who he is, even if he's managed not to mouth off for five whole minutes.
He is enjoying this. He doesn't have to think, or be concerned about the nightmares and whatever else had gone on. He could be nothing. He could just have sensation, the thing he always chose in some form to drown out everything else. ]
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He doesn't even bother being embarrassed about this. There's no point, and he's done so much stupid shit in his life that embarrassment just doesn't come his way most of the time these days. Besides, they're in hell! Who cares?
Klaus's breath hitches when James pulls on the leash again. Driven by that pull and by the captain's boot, he stops what he's doing and pushes himself up a bit with his arms, just enough to get leverage to turn over.
His dick is obviously hard, constrained only by his brightly coloured underwear. He lays there and looks up at James, irreverent smile lingering in the corner of his mouth. He can't help but be who he is, even if he's managed not to mouth off for five whole minutes.
He is enjoying this. He doesn't have to think, or be concerned about the nightmares and whatever else had gone on. He could be nothing. He could just have sensation, the thing he always chose in some form to drown out everything else. ]