At least the breath Klaus lets out sounds relieved. "Thank you," he huffs, looking rather satisfied with himself, although it fades as quickly as it'd come, yet the amusement lingers.
"I don't know, I think he'd shoot first. Maybe strangle me?" Oh, no, he's got an evil idea for if that ever happens, but he's refocusing on Ben, trying to resist smirking, even though it's a losing battle. "Are you saying you wanna bite me? Because I've never complained about teeth marks." Or anything pain-wise, let's be honest here.
He isn't anticipating an outburst like this one, ends up withdrawing a moment, his hand moving around to the small of Ben's back when he leans away-- just enough so the screaming won't make his ears ring. "Ben, Ben! Shhh," urges the taller male, lifting his idle hand to cup his brother's face, thumbing across his cheek. "And I'm calling you 'pretty,' of course, but you are silly— shouting into the night like that." Regardless of the fact it's making Klaus blush worse, too.
"Is that why it looks this way? I like it." He glides his hand from Ben's cheek, brushes over his fingers, threads through the slightly gelled strands and smooths them out. "Bet your hair looks sexy pushed back," murmured through a soft chuckle, his fingertips playing across Ben's scalp.
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Date: 2019-04-09 08:51 am (UTC)"I don't know, I think he'd shoot first. Maybe strangle me?" Oh, no, he's got an evil idea for if that ever happens, but he's refocusing on Ben, trying to resist smirking, even though it's a losing battle. "Are you saying you wanna bite me? Because I've never complained about teeth marks." Or anything pain-wise, let's be honest here.
He isn't anticipating an outburst like this one, ends up withdrawing a moment, his hand moving around to the small of Ben's back when he leans away-- just enough so the screaming won't make his ears ring. "Ben, Ben! Shhh," urges the taller male, lifting his idle hand to cup his brother's face, thumbing across his cheek. "And I'm calling you 'pretty,' of course, but you are silly— shouting into the night like that." Regardless of the fact it's making Klaus blush worse, too.
"Is that why it looks this way? I like it." He glides his hand from Ben's cheek, brushes over his fingers, threads through the slightly gelled strands and smooths them out. "Bet your hair looks sexy pushed back," murmured through a soft chuckle, his fingertips playing across Ben's scalp.