For what it's worth, as soon as Ben's hands settle at his hips, slide around and lace together against the small of his back, Klaus's heart begins fluttering quicker, too. The only thing it can be compared to is a hummingbird's wings-- faster than anything that can be considered normal, that's for certain.
He takes whatever Ben's willing to offer him, slotting their bodies together more properly, mouth opening further when he groans into the kiss. They're chest-to-chest and hip against hip now, meaning the heat he's siphoning off his brother has been warming him quite thoroughly, adding to the effect of his own flush that's come across his cheeks, crept down the column of his throat and across the spread of his collarbones.
Making out with Ben in the middle of the sidewalk hadn't been something he'd planned tonight, but now that it's happening? Well, he can't honestly say he has any complaints. He does, unfortunately, have to pull away, give himself a breather before things get too carried away. Klaus doesn't put much distance between them though, lingering just close enough, so he can bump their foreheads together.
"We should, uhm, probably get back to walking?" Because he could stand here all night, except he's missing the privacy of his bedroom all of a sudden. "Will you—" he hesitates, downcasts his gaze then continues, "—keep holding me?"
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Date: 2019-04-21 06:59 am (UTC)He takes whatever Ben's willing to offer him, slotting their bodies together more properly, mouth opening further when he groans into the kiss. They're chest-to-chest and hip against hip now, meaning the heat he's siphoning off his brother has been warming him quite thoroughly, adding to the effect of his own flush that's come across his cheeks, crept down the column of his throat and across the spread of his collarbones.
Making out with Ben in the middle of the sidewalk hadn't been something he'd planned tonight, but now that it's happening? Well, he can't honestly say he has any complaints. He does, unfortunately, have to pull away, give himself a breather before things get too carried away. Klaus doesn't put much distance between them though, lingering just close enough, so he can bump their foreheads together.
"We should, uhm, probably get back to walking?" Because he could stand here all night, except he's missing the privacy of his bedroom all of a sudden. "Will you—" he hesitates, downcasts his gaze then continues, "—keep holding me?"