Klaus wonders about the scars, but that's a conversation for later. Or never, you know, it's hard to say with Klaus whether he'll ever stop being self-absorbed long enough to actually talk to another person on a real level.

For now, he groans softly into James's mouth at the press of teeth and gives as good as he gets. He lets his nails drag along the other man's skin, not hard, really; he's into being hurt, but he's not usually into hurting others, and he won't start off that way anyway.

He gasps at the contact, his dick impossibly hard in his skin-tight pants. He moves his mouth away, kissing almost frantically down James's neck, sucking a red mark low down there.