"I don't know," Klaus mumbles. "Some jackass that I bumped into on my way to you and I guess I didn't get far enough away before he grabbed me. He was pretty big though, huh?" Which reminds him— He glances toward the spot on his forearm, brow furrowing when he can vaguely make out the shape of finger marks, although he instantly looks away so as not to draw too much attention to them.
Damn, the guy had been way stronger than he looked, could've probably broken him in half like a twig, and yet he hadn't been ready to back down. "Don't worry about it." What he was going to say or the fact he'll have bruises tomorrow morning isn't important.
His arm tightens ever so slightly around Ben's shoulders, fingers gripping the collar of his shirt, the breath catching in his lungs after he realizes Ben's got ahold of his waistband. He swallows thickly, draws himself a bit closer and presses their foreheads together. "He was, yeah. No way, I saw you first," but he doesn't seem all that into arguing, especially once Ben dips closer, starts nuzzling against his cheek and down his jaw to his neck. Had... had he always been this warm?
"I won't," he admits, breathless, his hand other hand reaching to stroke the pad of his thumb across Ben's cheek. "Or I'll try not to, at least?" An acknowledgement that makes him chuckle.
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Date: 2019-04-07 05:11 am (UTC)Damn, the guy had been way stronger than he looked, could've probably broken him in half like a twig, and yet he hadn't been ready to back down. "Don't worry about it." What he was going to say or the fact he'll have bruises tomorrow morning isn't important.
His arm tightens ever so slightly around Ben's shoulders, fingers gripping the collar of his shirt, the breath catching in his lungs after he realizes Ben's got ahold of his waistband. He swallows thickly, draws himself a bit closer and presses their foreheads together. "He was, yeah. No way, I saw you first," but he doesn't seem all that into arguing, especially once Ben dips closer, starts nuzzling against his cheek and down his jaw to his neck. Had... had he always been this warm?
"I won't," he admits, breathless, his hand other hand reaching to stroke the pad of his thumb across Ben's cheek. "Or I'll try not to, at least?" An acknowledgement that makes him chuckle.