be mine, and maybe i'll be yours

Klaus' eyes gleamed. Baltimore was fucking caught, he had him. His thick aura grew warmer, fonder, satisfied. He didn't yet have an grasp of the bigger things going on here, but his instinctual sense of anticipation was always something he trusted. He felt something from this person, different than the usual.

His pushing of ownership was causing Baltimore to react in a certain, more complete way. Despite how objectifying his greed magic was, a lot of his possessions justified it to themselves, just wanted to be seen as lovers, friends, family, or loyal employees. It was completely based on them, in the long run. Which made this… especially interesting. Klaus looked at Baltimore through lazily half closed, heavy lashed eyes, and grinned like a predator.

He didn't correct him when 'in humans' was mentioned, merely smiling, greatly amused. Being a halfbreed wasn't something he often brought up, or that was really noticed, since much of his appearance and energy happened to be overwhelmingly demon. Humans, they were seen as generic, bland- and Klaus wasn't associated with either of those things. He himself had never been against his human half. There were many things involving greed, pleasure, and determination that were very powerfully human. It made him better, not less.

Klaus rested his chin in a palm and affectionately listened to the rambling. He was a big fan of chattiness. He raised an eyebrow, curiosity swelling as the other took out a card and seemed to do something with it. He listened carefully, intent. Oh, he could practically drool. This was more of a success than even expected. He'd vaguely predicted a nice, long business partnership with a side of passion, but this… Klaus owned things whether they were self aware of it or not, that was just how it was. The actual wording being acknowledged and used, however, and having this man want to outright hand himself over… this was mutual, more than ever.

Klaus snatched the card without missing a beat, glancing at it once before tucking it into his coat. He'd look at it further later, not now, not here. He had a little fucking sense, thank you very much- despite the impulsiveness he embraced, and exaggerated, as a useful, entertaining persona. He did note that the way what he'd been given was designed looked familiar. He'd seen things like it before, somewhere, though he was blanking on where specifically. He needed to dig through his books. Maybe it was time for another visit to the vaults.

He nodded briefly to Baltimore, but still wasn't going to further pursue this until he had the proper chance to settle down and do so. He didn't need babying or helpful hints, either. He wanted to impress him. What he'd been given already seemed like far more than what anyone would usually have, as well, and that made him all the more confident.

He shrugged off a great deal of his seriousness when Baltimore did, too easily in comparison to most. He didn't get rid of the heat, though, nor his heavy haze of magic. He hummed, shifting to nuzzle his face to the crook of the other's neck, grazing soft skin with very sharp teeth. He breathed out warm air and lingered, before moving up to kiss along his pretty demon's jaw. His fingers brushed lightly against his thighs and waist, teasing. "I'm all for playing, Gabriel."

They were experimenting at first. Familiarizing. Klaus wanted to take his time with every inch of this man. He wondered if he could get away with stealing him for the rest of the night. The other guests could play nice by themselves. He had a claim to further sink his claws and magic into, and he wasn't sharing. Not now, not until they'd been properly thorough in getting to know each other.

Gabriel was exactly Klaus' preferred kind of kisser, a perfect match. He cupped the other's face, surging forward when his tie was tugged at, the passion here coming as naturally as breathing. He could taste alcohol as well as old, refined magic. Heavy, oppressive power and sinful indulgence. Greed. Exactly Klaus' type in general. Gabriel put Klaus on a very good kind of edge. He felt restless, sharp, and ever fascinated. The want was intoxicating, fed his energy and encouraged it. He groaned into the kiss, shifting only to press further against him, fingers tangled and digging into pretty red hair, trying to get as close as physically possible in their current state. It wasn't enough.

He released Gabriel a bit, begrudgingly, if only to hear that voice again and be touched in other ways. He lightly traced patterns on the other's back. A smile curved his lips, listening to honeyed words that likely caused no end of swooning on a daily basis. What a delight. The sentiment behind what Gabriel first said was very real, and Klaus held him tighter, possessive. Love, even as a pet name might've been less sincere- but the kingpin had more than enough of that for the both of them, and no lack of certainty that he could leave an impression- human romantic standards were irrelevant in that picture.

He simply wanted, and desired to be wanted in return, in both the most pure and corrupted, obscene ways.

Despite being just as weak to this man's advances as everyone else, Klaus was still a very strong willed person, too much so for some. There was, no doubt, the urge to melt into this. All of it. But he also had an overwhelming need to push.

He knew what game they were playing now. How much can you get away with, publicly? Who could force the need to move first, rile each other up enough? Did they even care? With his levels of shamelessness, he was fucking fantastic at things like this. And who the hell was he to ever turn down a gay challenge?

"I can go further than that, reach new heights with you," Klaus answered without hesitation, voice low. "First, though, let's get some of this tension out of our systems. I can't stand it, not when you're so within reach." He started to take off his own coat, but left it around his shoulders, then tugged off his gloves and tucked them away. He pulled Gabriel into his lap in an smooth, easy motion. This was much better, and much closer.

Klaus swept his coat more around the two of them, concealing, and gave the demon quick, fond kisses. He smiled, rather conspiratorially, while opening up a few buttons on Gabriel's shirt. "I'd rather not wait on pleasing you, even if it'd only take a few minutes to move. Everything's wasting time." He leaned forward to leave a mark on attractive collarbones, unable to resist. He then looped one arm around Gabriel's waist, and gently undid his pants.

Klaus hummed, just palming Gabriel over his underwear for a moment, eyes heavily lidded, watching his face intently. He nuzzled the other man and slipped his hand in fully, stroking. His kissing was lazier. "I'm not going to ask you to be quiet," he mumbled. "I don't mind either way. Even if nobody notices we're being this friendly now, my scent's going to be all over you soon enough." It already was. His hips moved just a little, very aroused, and he started jerking his darling off.

"What I'm here for is obvious to anyone familiar with me," Klaus replied, unconcerned and open. "Even strangers could've figured it out, simply by watching my behavior, the way I looked at you, for more than five seconds." He gave Gabriel little kisses. "Nothing scandalous about it, as fun as that sounds. This is only natural, wouldn't you say?"

The kingpin's cheeks flushed, just from watching and touching this man. Gabriel's grins lit up his face, and he was near rebelliously enjoying himself now, daring anyone to question or disapprove of them (they couldn't). He was hardly being subtle anymore, and that was by his own choice. It was all so bright, there was so much character here- he felt bigger than life, yet still fit perfectly in Klaus' lap. What could be more attractive than that?

"You can have me in any way you want me, a million times over, 'cause that's what I want," Klaus breathed out in return. He bit his lip and muffled a groan at the other's climax, savoring every gasp that graced his ears. His movements were gentler to get Gabriel through it satisfyingly, and he took in the scent of sex around them eagerly. He licked off his fingers afterwards, taking his time, indulging his own oral fixations.

He returned Gabriel's smile in the afterglow, heavily fond. He followed every word, expression, and action from him with delight, an obsession that very few could pull off so earnestly. Klaus was a very easy warmth, presenting no guilt or pressure, but as bold as ever.

He met Gabriel halfway through when the other leaned forward to kiss him, humming pleasantly. He cupped the redhead's face and just admired him for a moment, eyes crinkling at the edges. He'd been fully confident about them ending up this way, but it'd gone even smoother than hoped, and Klaus was nothing if not a grateful man.

"I've got a house right near the strip, if you'd prefer closeness. However, if you'd rather get me in your own place and bed first... I'm more than fine with that, too." He shifted a bit and tugged his thick coat on again, buttoning it up- seeing he wasn't going to be cooling off anytime soon. He nuzzled Gabriel's soft hair and inhaled again. Rosiness was starting to linger.