No Klaus' powers were far removed from anything to do with brain-washing or seducing people. The latter he managed to do all by himself and his skinny junkie ass. And it didn't work on everyone -hell, Klaus was surprised his charm was working now, but he's really happy it is.
While Klaus was pretty damn easy most of the time, he hadn't hungered for someone like this in as long as he could remember. His whole body seemed to ache from how much he wanted to be filled by his brother, as fucked up as it may be.
He's all too amused at how eagerly Brice ruts into his hand, almost sad when the elevator doors open and he has to remove it from his brother's pants so they could walk. There's a giggle from the older as he continued to distract Brice with continued touches and kisses. He couldn't get enough!
They fell into the room like a whirlwind of coats and shirts, Klaus tossing his trench over the desk chair as they passed it. He whistled at Brice's shirtlessness, somehow looking even more fuckably divine than he had imagined. He returned the kisses like he was starving for attention, raising his arms over his head in preparation for Brice to strip his shirt off.
"Ah-! Fuck, you gonna eat me up Brice-y?" Klaus teased as the first red mark blossomed over the pale skin of his belly from Brice's bite. His cock twitching in the confines of his pants at the jolt of pleasure it gave him. Licking his own lips, fingers rubbing the top of Brice's head. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers under his breath.
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While Klaus was pretty damn easy most of the time, he hadn't hungered for someone like this in as long as he could remember. His whole body seemed to ache from how much he wanted to be filled by his brother, as fucked up as it may be.
He's all too amused at how eagerly Brice ruts into his hand, almost sad when the elevator doors open and he has to remove it from his brother's pants so they could walk. There's a giggle from the older as he continued to distract Brice with continued touches and kisses. He couldn't get enough!
They fell into the room like a whirlwind of coats and shirts, Klaus tossing his trench over the desk chair as they passed it. He whistled at Brice's shirtlessness, somehow looking even more fuckably divine than he had imagined. He returned the kisses like he was starving for attention, raising his arms over his head in preparation for Brice to strip his shirt off.
"Ah-! Fuck, you gonna eat me up Brice-y?" Klaus teased as the first red mark blossomed over the pale skin of his belly from Brice's bite. His cock twitching in the confines of his pants at the jolt of pleasure it gave him. Licking his own lips, fingers rubbing the top of Brice's head. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers under his breath.