heart shaped sunglasses and chocolate

Everywhere. That was exactly what any proper greed demon liked to hear, and as far as Klaus was concerned, he was at the top of that list. He cupped a breast with one hand, the other going back to Neon's ass to tug him closer again and encourage sharper movements, help things along. He groaned approvingly at the teeth sinking into his skin, as he liked receiving marks just as much as giving them.

Neon's first orgasm was quick, and he was immediately ready for more. That sent a rush of excitement down Klaus' spine. They could be here for a while, huh? Klaus' hands moved to settle on either side of Neon's hips, eyes raking up and down his body, anticipation thick in the air. Klaus gasped and squeezed his eyes shut when he was finally inside him, fingers curling and tightening. Neon felt so fucking good.

You said it, Klaus thought, agreeing with Neon's little exclamation, head still spinning, chest heaving. He gave off heat like he was still in Hell. He would've been fine with savoring the moment a little more, snug and filthy, a needy pulse in his body- but he hissed, eyes lighting up, when Neon started to ride him. Klaus met the movement, pushing his own hips up, scrabbling at Neon to pull him in closer in the same moment. He wanted to- he needed-- this wasn't enough yet.

Neon's demands were more than welcome. Klaus bit back a grin, thinking about these thin walls, and just how infamous he was in the Underground. There wasn't going to be a person here that wouldn't know he'd claimed and fucked Neon, repeatedly. This was a sealed deal, and if he was the devil of the situation, then he embraced the role. He was so smitten.

Klaus could hardly not have an impulse response to words like that, of course. He took Neon and flipped him over in a swift motion, pressing him down and starting to fuck him into the bed, thrusts picking up in harshness. "We're gonna be here all night," he huffed, licking and biting at Neon's ear, breathing ragged. "I'm going to have you in every fuckin' way I can think of, everywhere, make you come more than you thought was possible, the more overwhelmed you get the better. I want you so spent you forget your own name, 'cause all you've been doin' for hours is calling out mine. I want this to be all you see, even after, every time you shut your eyes or let your mind wander. I want- a-ah, fuck-"

He slowed, movements more indulgent, lingering and humming with pleasure every time he got in deep. His hands hungrily explored Neon's body now, tracing over tattoos, fresh bite marks, and freckles. His gaze swept over everything, especially what they were doing, shamelessly dirty and pleased. His good mood and satisfaction flowed off of him in waves, mixing with his aura.

"You're gonna be… drenched in my magic, mm... smell like me forever," he murmured, pressing extremely close, fingers trailing down to give attention to Neon's clit, alternating between rubbing and stroking. "You'll keep tasting like you, though, which I'm taking advantage of." He opened his mouth to run it across Neon's shoulders, neck, and chest, stopping and leaving hickeys constantly. Klaus breathed in, taking in their combined scents like it was a drug. Kind of was, really. He shuddered all over.

Klaus caught Neon in a kiss, tongue heavy and messy, unable to control his picking up speed and roughness again. Familiar urgency was pooling in his stomach and spreading, and at this point, his train of thought was mostly just around how euphoric he was over bedding this man. Sex was already great, and it was even better when it was Neon squirming and gasping under him. Ah, god, he was fucking Neon, they were having sex, he was hot and receptive and loud- this was the life. Klaus snapped his hips against Neon's vigorously and told him he loved him, over and over.

Klaus far from hated Neon, he adored him, he wanted to know everything about the man, to shower him with gifts and every pleasure that existed. He also wanted to consume, drown, almost break this person with just how much he desired him and was going to overload his senses. But only almost. Klaus wasn't the malicious sort, he was a greedy one, and someone who felt too fucking much. There was a part of him that needed to share that with others in order to cope with it, or else it would eat at his insides and leave him unable to function.

Perhaps he was just a little too intense. He knew that. He knew. That could be considered scary, but it was also rewarding on a level ordinary people would never experience, as long as you properly vented it out. He loved Neon. Anything he did with him was already using him, because he craved it all, soft and otherwise. He owned Neon, and his possessions were treated very thoughtfully. Klaus was being very indulgent here, but it wasn't only him. They were using each other, weren't they? Sharing this. What they wanted lined up.

Klaus kissed Neon through his second climax, just managing to pull out and experience his own, crying out the other's name while their foreheads were pressed together, intimate. He was obsessed with intimacy, magic clinging to Neon, entirely attached. He hummed quietly, peppering Neon's face with more kisses, smile and hands trembling with delight when his gorgeous, perfect lover asked for him to continue. "Of course," Klaus purred. "I already promised, didn't I?"

Klaus moved to accommodate Neon's shifting, gnawing at his bottom lip enough to draw a little blood. He didn't even pay attention to the vodka crashing down. It wasn't difficult to get properly hard again when he kept getting to see Neon like this, and begging. He should probably give the man at least a short break after this, but right then, the opposite of mercy was craved on both sides. Klaus already couldn't think straight, because he needed to be in Neon, painfully hot, and making sure this man would be a weak-limbed, sore, completely flushed mess.

Klaus sucked in a breath and nodded, scooting forward again, hands brushing over delicate skin. He let his claws grow in and melt over his fingers, in order to get a tougher, more dedicated hold on his darling. Things weren't going to be slow or lingering this time, not with the request Neon had made, no taking a moment to get used to it before they got going. Klaus' first thrust back into Neon wasn't holding back anything, and the pace remained that and bolder, powerful, burning up.

Klaus bit down hard on Neon's shoulder, noises getting dragged from his throat every moment, dizzy and near delirious in ecstasy. He stopped biting in order to, in-between involuntary gasps, switch between dirty talk and grand promises, telling Neon how much he could give him, and that he deserved it all. He'd fallen back to Spanish, as he always did when truly out of it.

He had one focus, and that was Neon, getting more, more, more of him, forceful but attentive. He needed to make this a fulfilling, unforgettable memory- while he cherished it, and this man, single-mindedly in the moment.

They were both openly and shamelessly falling apart, and that was ideal.

Klaus was dazedly admiring how beautiful and responsive Neon was, soaking up his existence and the impressive high they were achieving together. He could feel the man's third orgasm, one hundred percent smug, kissing him again. He was about ready to dig in his claws and follow along, but then Neon was away from his grasp, and that very nearly meant alarm and outrage. The beginnings of a snarl nearly made it out of Klaus' mouth, but instead... there was only a sharp intake of breath.

Oh, christ, Neon had moved fast, and was good at this, wasn't he? Even if he hadn't been, Klaus would've still been thrilled to have that mouth on him. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a sigh of pleasure. He opened them again soon, however, hands threading into Neon's bright hair and tipping his head up a bit, wanting to watch and see his lovely face- and vice versa, so Neon could see his flashes of expressions, the heavy adoration. He didn't say anything yet, just gazing, fingers massaging. His breathing was still rough, but quieter, aura longing and appreciative. His thighs trembled, a choked moan rising in his throat and vibrating through his body, little sparks across his skin.

"I love you," Klaus said in a rush as he came, breathless and shuddering. He pressed indulgently into Neon's warmth, cupping his face, brushing his hair back and petting affectionately. "Neon, Neon, Neon," he mumbled, tugging the other up insistently, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a kiss, messy and fond- rather pleased that he could taste himself in it. "Mm, Neon," he said, husky, against the man's lips.

Klaus nuzzled Neon and held onto him, doting, flopping back on the bed. He figured his love would be in a weak state, and was going to take advantage of that. It was cuddling time, whether Neon liked it or not. They could spoon later, because right now he wanted to keep staring at his darling, facing him on his side. With one hand, Klaus held Neon's, fingers lacing together, and with the other, brushed up and down his waist and hip, stroking soothingly.

"You did great. How're you feeling, can I get you anything? You aren't going to pass out, right?" Klaus punctuated his words with kisses, humming. His voice was soft, a little scratchy at the edges from overuse. He was still speaking Spanish, as he didn't really have any reason for English right then. It was just the two of them. "I love you. Stay with me. I'll take care of you in any way you want."

Don't make it weird. Except, Neon was smiling. Klaus' breath caught in his throat for a moment, face visibly reddening. He was really gay, and made a face that could be described as vaguely distressed, brows furrowing, fingers twitching. His own heartbeat was loud and distracting. "That's an entirely unfair request," he muttered. "You're mine, aren't you? I told you I was in love with you, didn't I?" He held Neon's face gently, looking at that beautiful smile, lightly tracing his lips. "Perfect…"

Klaus shook his head when offered a cigarette. He'd just steal his lover's if given the chance, but otherwise, he was busy and wanted his hands fairly free so he could linger however he wanted to. He felt cozier with the blanket, even more snuggly. He gave a tiny shiver at being touched, still sensitive, arousal already threatening to return and buzz on his skin. Ah, he was very attracted.

"Clearly, I am," Klaus mumbled, shifting. "Don't feel me up so much if you need a break." He leaned forward to press against and kiss Neon deeply, vent some frustration and make a point. He wasn't messing around with how into this man he was, even little pushes got him going. He let Neon go after a particularly firm kiss, then buried his face in the other's neck, giving a grumbly sigh.

"Tell me about you, Neon. I've… I've gotta know. Don't overthink it, small talk is fine, right? What do you like, besides vices and sweets? What are you good at, besides making me crazy?" He wrapped his arms around Neon's waist again, giving a squeeze and holding him close. "I bet a likable, adaptable guy like you has a lot of interesting stories to tell, too." Klaus absently rubbed his cheek on Neon's shoulder, wanting to get even more of his scent on this person. He licked and sucked at a fresh bite mark.

Aw, fuck. Klaus was so smitten. Forget the sunglasses, heart eyes just in general were a constant for him. Being around Neon made him feel good, warm, and needy inside. There were sparks in the tension, but this, seeing him all bubbly and in such a good mood was on a whole different level of inspiring loving sentiment. He wanted to keep Neon safe and close, smiling and laughing, always.

Except, Neon hated his fucking guts, didn't he? Klaus would appreciate whatever he could get, claw at it, in that case. He was a selfish, selfish man, after all. Especially when he was in love.

He nuzzled and kissed at Neon's neck while he spoke, appreciative, listening very intently. He liked this. Just holding and hearing this man's voice. He just smiled at the snippy comments, and was thrilled at the actual information given up, willingly, even if it wasn't much. "Interesting. I collect all sorts of things, maybe I'll try bringing you some to check out and mess around with. You're very practical, aren't you? It's refreshing." Gears turned in his head. He wanted Neon to work for him. That would never happen. He wanted it.

He scooted up to kiss his love gently. "I have all the time in the world for you, Neon."

He could hardly protest when Neon climbed onto him, face flushing, hard on definitely returning. What a sight. "I don't really want you to, so," he mumbled, sheepish. "but is this okay? It's a lot, right?" Even as he said that, his hands wandered, touching and exploring curiously. He leaned up to bite at and breathe against Neon's ear, shuddering.

"Sorry, it's… I can't resist either. Mm." His skin was already starting to burn with the desire. "Sorry, sorry…" He moved to give Neon an indulgent, open mouthed kiss, and shifted, moving and using a grip on the other's hip to slide back into him. Klaus made a very weak sound, voice trembling, dizzy. He wasn't as physically overstimulated as Neon was, no, but mentally? Well, he was getting pretty wrecked. Still needed this, oh, god, he needed him.

The way Klaus started to fuck Neon this time was more making love than anything else, slower and very affectionate. Not treating him delicately so much as passionately, and overwhelming in a different sense. Klaus' magic was thick, sweet, and suffocating, while his face was completely red.