( between her rutting hips and the unbridled sounds she's making, klaus is absolutely and blissfully lost in the tremors of her orgasm, his hands grasping at her hips to keep her close, his moans and grunts and heavy breaths answering her own. the satisfaction she feels is nearly paramount to his own, and he cannot help but reach for his cock in the midst of her involuntary writhing, slipping his hand beneath his thin lounge wear and wrapping a tight, stroking fist around the base of himself to temper and stoke his pleasure.
utterly gratified and yet not at all at the same time, he lets her go and pulls in a breath as she rolls over next him, removing his hand from his throbbing erection to drag a hand from his upper lip to chin, wiping away the arousal still wet on his face. he's catching his breath too, chest heaving, contented eyes on the ceiling.
eventually, he drawls softly, ) Please knock on my door more often, ( and turns his head just enough to peer over at her with a slight smirk. )
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utterly gratified and yet not at all at the same time, he lets her go and pulls in a breath as she rolls over next him, removing his hand from his throbbing erection to drag a hand from his upper lip to chin, wiping away the arousal still wet on his face. he's catching his breath too, chest heaving, contented eyes on the ceiling.
eventually, he drawls softly, ) Please knock on my door more often, ( and turns his head just enough to peer over at her with a slight smirk. )