let's skip to the good bit

@Poppy

Along with being terribly turned on, Klaus was feeling nostalgic. He'd grown up in luxury hotels like this one, very comfortable navigating through the setting, excitement bursting in his chest and someone gorgeous pressed to his side. He'd joked about being like a teenager earlier, but now, he really did fit that role.

He squeezed Mikhainon's hand. Some might think you shouldn't act childish and giddy like this with an ancient god, but he begged to differ. He was very happy, glowing, and let all that spread to his lover.

They were through the lobby real quick, into the elevator. Klaus hit the button for the top floor, and before the doors had even shut fully, he tugged Mikh forward, lifting him up. He hitched the other man's legs around his waist, pressing him to the elevator wall, getting a bit of friction going and his mouth on his boyfriend's very inviting neck.

"Love you, ah, fuck," he breathed out urgently, hands all over him. His head was in a pleasant hazy state thanks to the alcohol, mixing in with his heavy lust and adoration. "You're so-- mm." Why shouldn't they just start having sex right here, again? What, public decency? Who even cares about that, honestly (not Klaus!).

Klaus bit Mikh and snuck a hand into his pants. "Oh, Mikhainon," he said softly, lips and warm breath right against his darling's ear as he touched him. "I worship you." His beautiful, perfect belonging and beloved burned even brighter than the sun, and Klaus wanted absolutely everything. He'd never get enough, and that was a whole other thrill of its own, rather than being frustrating- or, more accurately, only frustrating in the best of ways.

Seeing Mikhainon like this always did wonders for his sex drive. It was near absurd, likely overdoing things, pushing something already dialed up to eleven even higher. He fucking loved that. He knew this was special, different. He'd had a sense of that from the start. (It did just as much for his ego.)

The glamour Klaus wore hid his horns, tail, and changed his eyes into a more human dark-brown. The adjustment helped show how dark they were, lust and emotion heavy, more visibly honest than ever. He made sure to keep eye contact with Mikh when their eyes weren't fluttering or squeezing shut with pleasure.

Klaus groaned into the kiss, shuddering, responding with his own passion. This was, uh, wow. His coherent thoughts threatened to slow to a stop completely. He registered the fact that they didn't have enough time, the elevator would soon open again and let them off at their floor. They also couldn't be properly thorough here, but…

It wasn't like they were only going one round, and Klaus lived to please.

They were both pretty sensitive right then. Klaus could make this work, and continue making it work in their cozy, expensive room, until they had to drag themselves back to the party. He needed to take full advantage of the time they did have, rather than focusing on what they lacked. He needed Mikh. Ah, for a demon, his darling certainly cried out like an angel, and felt heavenly. Klaus was too fucking gay to feel bad over unironically thinking things like that.

Klaus reached between them to undo their pants, fast, familiar. He spat in his palm, then pressed their dicks together, hissing at the contact, lightheaded. They were near uncomfortably close in this small, moving elevator, too intimate and too hot. Too fucking much. Klaus reveled in it, hopeless in his addiction. This was exactly what they were meant to be, and it made him feel more complete. Fulfillment was a dangerous thing. They were beautiful, depraved, flawless.

Klaus moved his hand to the same easy, deperate rhythm of their hips, grip tight, focusing on getting them both off as quickly as possible- but without losing that wonderful overwhelming aspect. Klaus kissed every single one of Mikhainon's freckles, explored him on another level with his magic, and kept saying his true name out loud, repeating it over and over, extremely deliberate. Klaus could sing the most devoted of praises to his god, any day, hour, or second it was requested.

Due to their bond, they were in sync enough here to share their pleasure very evenly, and climax at the same time. Klaus had nearly faltered a few times when getting them to that point, weak and tipsy, but he'd powered through it, determined. He kissed Mikhainon first with the peaking urgency, messy and pushy, then lazily as things settled. His skin tingled, electricity still lingering, and he gulped down some air.

He licked off his hand after catching his breath (this wasn't even directly a sexual thing, he just didn't care), then wiped it on his pants, closing them again as well. Very temporarily, they'd soon be fully gone, but all the same- he'd pretend not to be as terrible as he was, just for the short walk through the hallway. For Mikh's sake. He was still obviously flushed, and smelled and strongly looked like sex, though.

Klaus slung an arm around Mikh's waist to support him, leaning down to kiss and nibble at his ear again, fixing the rose in his hair. "Good plan, all for it." He seemed to be thinking for a moment, then, he shrugged and picked his boyfriend up again in a flashy sweeping motion, bridal style, beaming. "Let's fuck, and make ourselves extra worthy of congratulatory cake, yeah?"

Klaus multitasked walking and giving the crook of Mikh's neck attention rather well, definitely keeping the heat steady and anticipating on the short trip to their suite. Which was fucking gorgeous, with the best view, but he wouldn't register those things when he had Mikh here, like this. If anything, they were there to put his demon even further in the spotlight, a stage to pleasantly frame him in all his glory.

After fumbling with a keycard and getting the door open and shut, Klaus plopped down on the bed with Mikh, no warning, giggly and lighthearted again. He kissed him, drawn out and appreciative, then immediately started stripping. He was leisurely about it, though, after kicking off his shoes, taking a moment to closely watch Mikh and bask in his presence. He looked him up and down, brushing his fingers lightly over exposed skin- refamiliarizing himself with what he'd been apart from, even if only for a while. Even that much time away was regrettable, but such was life, and it meant he was even more lovingly greedy in these moments.

Klaus stopped midway through pushing at his own clothes to help Mikh instead, interested, biting his lip a bit, lashes heavy. "Beautiful as always. I can go on, of course, but I have a quick question. Who's fucking who first, preferences?" He shifted forward to get his tongue and teeth on Mikh's collarbones, distractible, hands running along the other man's inner thighs and squeezing a little, longing. What, who said he couldn't pine at his darling this much, despite being in the same room, so entwined with each other already? This was more than fine, and he wasn't going to stop, never ever.

Mikhainon didn't have to betray any affection, Klaus could feel it from him- and his demon would hardly act in all the ways he did if it wasn't so heavily there. "'Not half bad', he says, before calling me addictive, asking to be fucked, and wanting to drown in me," Klaus returned, equally amused, grinning. "You're the most charming person I know, Mikh, have I ever told you that? An absolute delight. I love it. I love you."

Even with the light teasing, Klaus' lust was still heavy in his voice and body language, while his magic was thick in the air, nothing watered down between them. Mikhainon was even better at sensing his greed than most, and it was already strong for almost anyone he came into contact with. Mikh embraced and understood it in a way others couldn't come near to accomplishing, even if they wanted to, which was one of the many reasons he was so important. Klaus' magic settled around and into his love, protective and all enveloping. They needed to be close, always, physically and spiritually.

Klaus let out a pleased sigh that turned into a groan halfway through, thanks to Mikh's kissing, then touching him. He closed his eyes and savored it for a moment, hand settling over the other's, both encouraging what was being done and simply reassuring himself with the contact. His chest felt rather ready to burst. He curled around to kiss Mikh more fully again, enjoying the moment, receptive and soft. They were both in good care with each other.

Klaus sat up, pulling his shirt over his head, wiggling out of his pants and underwear, carelessly ditching the articles of clothing on the floor. His glamour was high class, woven into a fairly subtle gold bracelet, and he set that aside a bit more respectfully on the end table. He dug through the drawer while he was there, finding some lube, and moved back over to Mikh, triumphant. "I would've left the glamour on, but I wanted to do, y'know, the thing." Klaus did plenty of 'things', so this wasn't descriptive in the slightest. "Not as fun otherwise."

He rubbed noses with Mikh briefly, fond, eagerly helping him out of the pesky fabric he had left on. Then (finally), Klaus scooted down, humming, and kissed at the head of his darling's cock. He slicked up his fingers, moving them back to gently push into Mikh. And at the same time, Klaus opened his mouth, pressing his forked tongue against him. Now, he was teasing in a very different sense.

He wasn't that cruel, though, never for long, and soon switched to being fully indulgent in the preparation and foreplay. He was a dirty man that reveled in everything he did with his boyfriend, his demon, his very own personal god, tasting and wanting to bring him nothing but pleasure. Klaus took Mikh into his mouth (he was an expert at not misusing his sharp teeth in this area) when adding more fingers, sucking him off, hungry and wanton. He made sure to use his tongue in many creative, filthy ways. Shameless as ever, Klaus was very openly enjoying himself and savoring this. His hips squirmed and his face flushed, moans muffled by having his mouth stuffed, but giving a pleasant vibration.