Everything feels so warm and nice and in spite of himself, Klaus lingers a moment longer, leans his face close again to let their noses touch. He hates having to pull away, but if he didn't, he'd dawdle still, make things worse simply by wanting to seek out more body heat or attempt sneaking a couple extra kisses (or three).
He notes Ben's smile, feels his own lips upturn at that, eyelashes fluttering in response to their foreheads bumping together a second time. A relieved sigh escapes him, "Thank goodness," followed shortly after by a laugh when Ben shifts, stops at his side then moves to nestle against his backside, eyebrows arching surprisedly. "Oh." And just like that, goosebumps are rising on his skin beneath his sweater, although it's not because he's cold.
Clearing his throat and moving his arms, he drapes them across the ones around his waist, tucks his fingers into the spaces between Ben's and holds firm. "Okay, I'll do my best," Klaus admits, making absolutely sure he's steady before he takes a step forward, pauses to check his balance then takes another and a third. Things seem shipshape; he's moderately stable, isn't tripping or anything, meaning things should be alright—
Until it registers that Ben'd kissed the back of his ear and proceeds to drift down to his neck. Now he stops, squeezes his hands around his brother's, exhales a sharp (but not irritated) sigh. "Ben, darling, sweet eldritch horror of my life," a beat, his shoulders rolling, knees quivering fleetingly, "I'm going to end up walking us into a street-light if you keep doing that."
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He notes Ben's smile, feels his own lips upturn at that, eyelashes fluttering in response to their foreheads bumping together a second time. A relieved sigh escapes him, "Thank goodness," followed shortly after by a laugh when Ben shifts, stops at his side then moves to nestle against his backside, eyebrows arching surprisedly. "Oh." And just like that, goosebumps are rising on his skin beneath his sweater, although it's not because he's cold.
Clearing his throat and moving his arms, he drapes them across the ones around his waist, tucks his fingers into the spaces between Ben's and holds firm. "Okay, I'll do my best," Klaus admits, making absolutely sure he's steady before he takes a step forward, pauses to check his balance then takes another and a third. Things seem shipshape; he's moderately stable, isn't tripping or anything, meaning things should be alright—
Until it registers that Ben'd kissed the back of his ear and proceeds to drift down to his neck. Now he stops, squeezes his hands around his brother's, exhales a sharp (but not irritated) sigh. "Ben, darling, sweet eldritch horror of my life," a beat, his shoulders rolling, knees quivering fleetingly, "I'm going to end up walking us into a street-light if you keep doing that."