Despite really, really wanting to keep going, Klaus is very responsive to the hand on his chest suddenly pushing him away. He’s expecting very different words than the first ones that fall out of Harlan’s mouth and it’s obvious in the surprise that flitters across his face. An empty room? Okay, he’s down.
The thought doesn’t stop completely before it morphs into vague images in his mind, hands touching everywhere they can reach, kissing across every inch of him, and all the ways he could make Harlan twitch and moan and—
Right. Not that. Obviously, he wouldn’t. Not with whatever hang ups it is he seems to have with the idea of it but it’s hard for Klaus not to let his mind wander to the possibilities, especially with finding an empty room brought into the mix. Still, he can control himself, nodding and he can see that edge of desire still in Harlan’s gaze. It’s a good look for him, and Klaus really, really doesn’t doesn’t want to lose that thread of want with him.
“C’mon,” he mumbles, sliding deliberately slowly out of his lap, just another silent reminder of how good even the slightest friction feels with this drug pumping through his veins. He gets to his feet, fingers sliding down Harlan’s arm before his fingers wrap around the other man’s and he tries to pull him with him. “There’s private rooms in the back.” Which he will happily lead him to.
omg Harlan ffff
The thought doesn’t stop completely before it morphs into vague images in his mind, hands touching everywhere they can reach, kissing across every inch of him, and all the ways he could make Harlan twitch and moan and—
Right. Not that. Obviously, he wouldn’t. Not with whatever hang ups it is he seems to have with the idea of it but it’s hard for Klaus not to let his mind wander to the possibilities, especially with finding an empty room brought into the mix. Still, he can control himself, nodding and he can see that edge of desire still in Harlan’s gaze. It’s a good look for him, and Klaus really, really doesn’t doesn’t want to lose that thread of want with him.
“C’mon,” he mumbles, sliding deliberately slowly out of his lap, just another silent reminder of how good even the slightest friction feels with this drug pumping through his veins. He gets to his feet, fingers sliding down Harlan’s arm before his fingers wrap around the other man’s and he tries to pull him with him. “There’s private rooms in the back.” Which he will happily lead him to.