kersen | Klaus

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Kersen stood and offered Klaus his hand, then led him out of the office, down a flight of stairs and (after a key-code locked entry) into the small studio apartment down there, even sparser than his office, but with a couch and bed and small kitchen.

"You're not lightheaded are you?" he asked suddenly. "There's some orange juice in the fridge..."

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"Fuuuck," came a long lengthy moan as Kersen pushed in. His head fell back and if asked he would lie and say it was not on purpose to expose his neck.

It felt fucking amazing. Kersen groaned and folded over him, pushing into him hard and then burying his face against his neck. He could feel Klaus' heartbeat. He kissed his neck, licking at his pulse point as he started to thrust.

It was rough, passionate and a little dangerous. Klaus loved it. He put his hand through Kersen's hair to keep him in place. "Don't be gentle," he breathed as he nipped at the vampire's ears, using his teeth.

Kersen liked it rough, too. He gasped against Klaus' neck and then whispered, his voice ragged, "Do you want me to bite you?"

It was a relief to hear and he moaned. "Yes," he breathed. "God, yes."

Control, Kersen reminded him, even as he found himself getting caught up in the passion of the moment. But when he unsheathed his fangs and sank them into Klaus' throat, he was careful and drank slowly. Even as he fucked him harder.

Loss of control; that was the best thing about it all, in Klaus' opinion.

The mix between the soft sting in his neck and the delicate lips touching his skin on the one end and the hard thrusts roughly claiming him on the other end was fantastic. He felt his cock stir, he felt his vigor returned and it was even better that it was left untouched between them, trying to find friction where it could. "God, yes," he nearly screamed.

So. Fucking. Good. He tasted amazing, he felt amazing, Kersen's whole body felt like it was alight.

And his vampire side was screaming for even more - drink more, take more, fuck him harder, own him, he is prey.

And Kersen could control himself at least to the extent he didn't drink too much, but god with this one it was difficult. He started fucking him harder.

Klaus didn't know what went on in Kersen's mind, he just got a fantastic fuck out of it. And that drug... It was one of the best highs there were. He wanted more, more of everything, to feel more of this, to touch himself.

"Hold me down," he begged. "I want...more."

Without even thinking about it, Kersen grabbed one of Klaus' wrists and pinned it above his head with an incredibly strong grip. His drinking had slowed down, though he still had his fangs sunk into Klaus' throat. And with his other hand, he managed to reach between them and wrap his fingers around Klaus' cock.

It was such a great thing. The sting in his neck, the lightheadedness, the high and being filled with possessive abandon...

He yelped when Kersen grabbed his cock. "Fuck, yes," he moaned.

Fuck yes was right. Kersen was close to the edge himself.

He pulled his mouth away from his neck, and tipped his lips to his ear as he thrust hard into him. "Come now," he whispered.

It was almost as if Kersen controlled his orgasm. The words were barely out of his mouth and Klaus could feel it happen without being able to do anything about it, except ride the high and give into it shamelessly. He hoped Kersen's apartment had thick walls, because he was pretty loud when he came. And he bit his lips simply for the feeling of it.

Well, to be honest he didn't care about the thickness of the walls. Shame was not something he was born with.

The walls were thick. And Kersen loved the passion with which Klaus reacted, fucking loved hearing him scream.

A couple more hard thrusts and Kersen was coming as well, burying his face against Klaus' neck with a groan, but with his fangs cleanly sheathed now.

When it was over, he lifted his head and looked down at him, to see if he seemed okay.

It took a while before Klaus dared open his eyes. When he did he practically saw a vision; Kersen, disheveled and just perfect.

"That. Was awesome. I mean... Yeah."

Kersen smiled, an expression on his face something like relief. "Yes," he agreed quietly, and brushed his lips against the side of Klaus' mouth before pulling out of him and settling on the bed beside him. "You're feeling all right? Not lightheaded?"

"A bit," Klaus didn't lie as he settled against Kersen. Really, they hadn't discussed if Klaus could stay, but Klaus assumed. If I had to leave, someone should tell him.

"Stay here," said Kersen gently as he carefully extracted himself from Klaus. "I'll be right back." And he got out of the bed and padded naked over to the kitchen, then returned a few minutes later with a glass of orange juice.

Klaus found a pillow and laid back against it. He was sore and high and he smiled lazily as he admired Kersen's naked form.

"Oh, thanks," he said, pleasantly surprised by this thoughtful gesture and shifted a little to allow Kersen to climb in bed again. "Not what expected of tonight..." he admitted. "But man, that was great."

Kersen climbed into the bed next to him, making sure that Klaus sipped the orange juice first before saying, "I certainly wasn't expecting that either. Thank you. I... hope I wasn't too rough with you. I got a bit carried away."

"Yeah," Klaus grinned, clearly not minding in the least. "I'll have something to remember you by in the morning," he winked.

Kersen smiled a little sheepishly. "You can stay, of course," he said. "In fact, I'd like it if you did."

Klaus didn't necessarily have sex because he needed a place to stay, or because he was drawn to someone beyond sexual appeal, but when he had sex in a bed, he did like to stay. He didn't have sex with people he didn't subsequently enjoy spending a night against. That didn't mean that it didn't happen; it wasn't always up to him. But when it was; he liked to snuggle.

He smiled warmly. "I'd like that very much," he said. He closed in to settle against Kersen and sighed happily. "Man... what's in that bite?" He asked as his eyes fell shut.

"I don't think I can really answer that," said Kersen. "But it doesn't seem to have affected you particularly strongly." He settled more comfortably himself, and then finally said, "Do you have more questions?"