[ Oh, he's intimately familiar with what Klaus's mouth can do, and he fully plans on putting it to good use before their little play here is through. For now, though, abusing Klaus is at the top of the list.

He bites on his lower lip, eyes roaming over Klaus's body as he rolls over and lies down on his back. Pretty sight he makes, with the collar around his neck and that hard-on straining his underwear, his own lips twitching when he reaches the daring smile stretching across Klaus's face. ]

You think this is funny, do you?

[ Never letting go of the leash —which means he ends up dragging Klaus across the floor for just a couple of feet—, he makes his way closer to the wall and picks up a riding crop that was hanging on display. He goes back to Klaus and steps closer so he has one foot resting between Klaus's legs, the other planted firmly on the floor against his outer thigh. ]

You really are shameless filth. You like being treated like the dirt on the floor? Like it when people step all over you?

[ He lifts his foot from the ground and presses it between Klaus's legs, laying a good amount of his weight on it as he steps on his erection, all the while slipping the tip of the riding crop up his thigh and hip, then pushing down to let it dig against the soft flesh just below Klaus's ribs. ]