[ The noises Klaus makes are like music to his ears. His own lips stretch into a grin, borderline on maniacal, as he bears down his foot and literally steps on Klaus's hard-on, squishing it painfully between his legs.
He doesn't want to actually maim him, though. So he just lingers with that same pressure for a few good seconds, watching as Klaus shifts and writhes beneath him, then eases up again, his foot rubbing more tenderly between his legs.
Almost at the same time he lifts the crop again, and brings it down on Klaus's other side, with a harder thwack that rings louder in the air, a long, red mark blooming on pale skin. ]
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He doesn't want to actually maim him, though. So he just lingers with that same pressure for a few good seconds, watching as Klaus shifts and writhes beneath him, then eases up again, his foot rubbing more tenderly between his legs.
Almost at the same time he lifts the crop again, and brings it down on Klaus's other side, with a harder thwack that rings louder in the air, a long, red mark blooming on pale skin. ]