Klaus moving into his lap sends a lovely burst of adrenaline rushing through him, and the drugs make him too hazy to untwist the anxiety from the excitement. There's too many other sensations vying for his attention: hands pressing against him, the weight of another body on top of his, a heartbeat thrumming under the fingers that haven't left Klaus' neck. His focus flits back and forth between it all, never lingering long enough to let the fear taint the edges, his body more or less on autopilot as he follows Klaus' lead.
It's disorienting, then, when the other man pulls back. He doesn't go far (and Harlan wouldn't let him if he tried), but the break in action is enough for Harlan to lose his footing. He closes his eyes as their heads tilt together—don't think too much—and he keeps them closed as Klaus' mouth dips lower.
"Don't baby me," he says softly through the shiver brought on by the whisper against his ear. His hands move to grip Klaus by the waist as he sits up more fully, angling himself so that they're on a more even playing field. "I'll stop you if I need to."
Later, once he's come down from the high and has time to turn over these events in his head, he'll appreciate the gesture. Knowing Klaus understands his trepidation will go a long way toward easing his mind in the long run, and better than that, it will make Harlan more willing to try this again. In this moment, though, he doesn't want to think about that. He doesn't want to draw attention to the fact that this is so new to him, so foreign, and that without the crutch of the drugs, he wouldn't be able to do this. Instead, he'd rather take advantage of the opportunity, knowing he can't guarantee another.
One hand pulls up again to twine in Klaus' hair as Harlan guides their mouths together again. He's all hard motions and tight grips to keep his mind from wandering again, a detail that may read as more suggestive than he intends it to. Even with the drugs, he's not about to press much further out in the open like this, but then, what they're already doing feels impossibly intimate as it is. This may as well be sex as far as Harlan is concerned.
"Tell me what you want to do with me." He breathes it out between kisses.
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It's disorienting, then, when the other man pulls back. He doesn't go far (and Harlan wouldn't let him if he tried), but the break in action is enough for Harlan to lose his footing. He closes his eyes as their heads tilt together—don't think too much—and he keeps them closed as Klaus' mouth dips lower.
"Don't baby me," he says softly through the shiver brought on by the whisper against his ear. His hands move to grip Klaus by the waist as he sits up more fully, angling himself so that they're on a more even playing field. "I'll stop you if I need to."
Later, once he's come down from the high and has time to turn over these events in his head, he'll appreciate the gesture. Knowing Klaus understands his trepidation will go a long way toward easing his mind in the long run, and better than that, it will make Harlan more willing to try this again. In this moment, though, he doesn't want to think about that. He doesn't want to draw attention to the fact that this is so new to him, so foreign, and that without the crutch of the drugs, he wouldn't be able to do this. Instead, he'd rather take advantage of the opportunity, knowing he can't guarantee another.
One hand pulls up again to twine in Klaus' hair as Harlan guides their mouths together again. He's all hard motions and tight grips to keep his mind from wandering again, a detail that may read as more suggestive than he intends it to. Even with the drugs, he's not about to press much further out in the open like this, but then, what they're already doing feels impossibly intimate as it is. This may as well be sex as far as Harlan is concerned.
"Tell me what you want to do with me." He breathes it out between kisses.