Klaus groans, all pleasure and no real pain, when James's teeth dig into his flesh. He leans into it, seeking the contrasting sensation, the sharpness of the other man's teeth and the pounding inside him. He hadn't been kidding when he said it didn't matter if it hurt; really, he liked when it hurt.

His hips match rhythm, though he's obviously still impatient. Nonsense floods out of his mouth, just please yes James fuck good and other words that don't really say anything. His nails run along James's skin where he managed to find it, not hard, not pressing, just...there. He's barely aware he's doing it, lost in the drugs and the sex. His own cock is hard and leaking, but he doesn't pay it too much attention for the time being.