You're such an idiot sometimes. What an absolutely sobering, though not untrue declaration.
Klaus blinks rapidly, drags the hand down his face to his neck, fingertips lingering near the split between his collarbones. He's startled into complete silence for once in his life, dark-ringed eyes frantically searching Ben's face for any insincerity. When he finds none, two things happen: one, he realizes his brother's being genuine in this moment, and two: Ben said he wants to kiss him.
He's almost positive his heart stops, but arguably, in the exact opposite manner, he can feel his pulse pounding away, borderline threatening to blow his eardrums, it's so damn loud. Through the pitter-patter of his ridiculous heart-rate, he's listening to Ben, trying his damndest to really take what he's saying to mind, but he's distracted with the way his mouth moves, the curve of his jaw, how he scrubs his face and waves off a comment about wanting him.
The reaction is a bit impulsive, sure, though without a doubt, there's not a single hint of hesitation after he abruptly crowds into Ben's space, reaches both hands to cup his cheeks and hold him steady. "Shut up," but it holds no venom when he says it and once it's out there, he ultimately bridges the gap between them further, dipping forward to press their lips together in a firm, yet somehow still gentle kiss.
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Klaus blinks rapidly, drags the hand down his face to his neck, fingertips lingering near the split between his collarbones. He's startled into complete silence for once in his life, dark-ringed eyes frantically searching Ben's face for any insincerity. When he finds none, two things happen: one, he realizes his brother's being genuine in this moment, and two: Ben said he wants to kiss him.
He's almost positive his heart stops, but arguably, in the exact opposite manner, he can feel his pulse pounding away, borderline threatening to blow his eardrums, it's so damn loud. Through the pitter-patter of his ridiculous heart-rate, he's listening to Ben, trying his damndest to really take what he's saying to mind, but he's distracted with the way his mouth moves, the curve of his jaw, how he scrubs his face and waves off a comment about wanting him.
The reaction is a bit impulsive, sure, though without a doubt, there's not a single hint of hesitation after he abruptly crowds into Ben's space, reaches both hands to cup his cheeks and hold him steady. "Shut up," but it holds no venom when he says it and once it's out there, he ultimately bridges the gap between them further, dipping forward to press their lips together in a firm, yet somehow still gentle kiss.