James is definitely more dressed than Klaus. Force of habit, really, wearing long sleeves that cover his arms, trousers black to match the sweater he's wearing. At least he's done away with his jacket by now.

He definitely could live with shedding a few more layers, though. Just the touch on his face makes him feel hot a little all over, and the more Klaus touches him, the more he craves for it. His fingers press in a little harder against skin, fingertips counting vertebrae, pulling Klaus even closer to him in the process.

His eyes land on Klaus's lips, flicking briefly to meet his gaze when he opens his eyes again. "Not sure I can just take your word for it."

But that is an invitation, isn't it? So James takes it, canting his head and leaning in to slot his mouth against Klaus's in a not-so-gentle kiss.