Speaking of sneakers, thump go Klaus's as he shifts to kick them off, shuffling around slightly on the bed and reaching his other hand to join the one already on Ben's face. He strokes over the opposite cheek now, thumbing down to the other male's chin then working back across his jaw.

How does he handle it during the summer? Hoo boy. "When I was." Pause. Well, no reason to sugarcoat shit, "Homeless, I guess? I stayed wherever there was air conditioning for as long as possible... then if I got lucky and hooked up with someone for a decent amount of time? Fans." He moves to make a sweeping gesture toward the room around them. "Fans everywhere."

Then he chuckles and settles the hand at Ben's neck, breath catching suddenly when his brother nuzzles his wrist and drops a kiss against the sensitive skin there. "You're w-welcome," fumbles out, makes Klaus sigh disappointedly, but he manages alright, even if he's inclining his head.

"Do you. Wanna stay in here tonight or risk the walk to your room?" It's not far for what it's worth, though keeping their lack of quietness in mind, rethinking the idea isn't a bad plan. "I feel like it's safer to stay here, just so you know."