"I'm not," he mumbles back, shaking his head. "it's called respect, you idiot." he smirks and laughs a little in the back of his throat. But it is good to know that he doesn't feel like he can't stop him if he goes too far somewhere, because where Harlan has way too many of them, Klaus has borderline no limits to what he won't do, or at least try just once.
Still. He's not going to argue the point, or the lips that are on his again suddenly. Klaus hums a soft noise in the back of his throat, tilts his head just slightly to deepen the kiss. The hand still on his hip grips tighter and Klaus can't stop the way it makes his hips roll, a moan escaping from the delicious friction the action causes.
His voice stays low, a soft husky sound to his words. "If we were alone right now, I'd be on my knees, but you'd be the one begging." He reaches up and slides his fingers through Harlan's hair, letting his nails drag lightly across his scalp. "I just wanna make you feel good, baby." He caps the idea off with another kiss, letting his tongue trace across the other man's lower lip.
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Still. He's not going to argue the point, or the lips that are on his again suddenly. Klaus hums a soft noise in the back of his throat, tilts his head just slightly to deepen the kiss. The hand still on his hip grips tighter and Klaus can't stop the way it makes his hips roll, a moan escaping from the delicious friction the action causes.
His voice stays low, a soft husky sound to his words. "If we were alone right now, I'd be on my knees, but you'd be the one begging." He reaches up and slides his fingers through Harlan's hair, letting his nails drag lightly across his scalp. "I just wanna make you feel good, baby." He caps the idea off with another kiss, letting his tongue trace across the other man's lower lip.