Klaus

[lepidopterologist]

To Harry's knowledge, Q and Bond were currently holed up at Q's house... discovering their own feelings for each other. He thought there was perhaps a 50-50 chance that they would decide that there was no room for him. Probably less than that, actually. Given how much tension he saw between them, he almost wanted to tell them that there was obviously no room for him.

But it felt rather... pathetic, really, to just... wait. That's why he started texting Klaus.

He got a burner phone, just as a precaution. The first text he sent was:

Hello, pet. I've been thinking about you.

Within a few exchanges, he started to give Klaus orders. Asking him to go out without his underwear. To masturbate in specific ways. Harry purchased a couple of toys at a local sex shop and put them on hold, and told Klaus to go pick them up.

He also ordered him to take care of himself. To eat well. To sleep. One night he paid for an inexpensive hotel room for him.

Eventually he started asking for photos. Which was... a very good idea.

And then on a Friday around 5pm, he texted:

Go back to the hotel. Same room, 1214. I'll be there tomorrow.

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[seanceinfurs]

Apparently, Klaus had become Harry's pet. He didn't mind. In fact, when more commands came, Klaus kinda got into it.

And the more lewd they became, the more into it he got.

He didn't do it for a bed to sleep in, but that was a nice bonus.

He took care of himself, waxed his ass and everything. All to be perfectly nice for Harry. And he did his best for tgd pictures, getting his good side, in thd hopes to turn Harry on.

He got to the nicer hotel, pleased, with the toys and spare clothes in a bag.

He treated himself to the mini bar liquor as he waited for Harry.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry texted Klaus about 8pm:

Don't drink the entire mini bar tonight, hmm?

And then a few minutes later:

I hope you enjoy the bed to yourself tonight. I'll be there tomorrow.

And then a photo, taken from above, of his hand unbuckling his belt.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus replied with a photo of his ass, pert and waxed and pretty (if he said so himself). 'I'll be waiting for you, sir. Should I prepare for you?'.

[lepidopterologist]

You can come tonight as long as you're thinking about me. Fuck yourself. Take your time. And send me a photo after, I want to see what kind of mess you make.

Harry had just gotten back to his home after work, and he was suddenly regretting his plan to leave Klaus there by himself tonight. But honestly he'd bee having so much fun texting him orders that he wanted to keep it going. And the knowledge that was there just... at his beck and call... it was very hot.

[seanceinfurs]

The next photo was the most explicit he'd sent so far. His chest covered in come, and in his ass, pretty clearly, the thick dildo Harry had had him pick up.

'Thinking of you. Wishing it was your cock.'

He fell asleep pretty soon after. He'd been a good boy, except the mini bar was certainly nearly empty already.

[lepidopterologist]

As soon as Harry received the photo, he jerked off and then he also fell asleep very quickly.

In the morning, he called the hotel and had them send a room service breakfast to Klaus' room.

Wake up and throw on a robe, pet. You were such a good boy last night that I've sent you a treat.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus felt pampered and absolutely wonderful. He got into the robe and gladly sent in the roomservice. Oh, goodie!

He sent one more picture, of him licking jam from his finger. 'Still wishing it was your cock.'

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smiled at that and finished getting ready. Before he left the house to head to work for a few hours, he texted him:

Tell me what you thought about when you fucked yourself last night. Were you remembering last time?

[seanceinfurs]

'Wished it was you. You were so good to me. Thought about you using those toys on me. How it would feel if it was you.' He sent.

Then a picture of a bulge under a robe. 'Getting hard already. May I touch myself?'

[lepidopterologist]

Yes. But you aren't to come until I say.

And then a minute later: If you are naughty I will take you over my knee again.

[seanceinfurs]

The reply came some time later. It was a picture of a chest covered in come. 'Sorry, sir.'

He wasn't really. He wanted Harry to come over finally. He wanted attention, even if it meant punishment.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry chuckled.

What a naughty little slut you are.

Then about a minute later:

Don't shower. I'll see you soon.

Harry wrapped up tasks in his office as quickly as he could, and then sent one more text from the men's room:

I'll be there in exactly fifteen minutes. Be waiting on your knees and ready to choke on my cock.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus didn't shower and after fifteen minutes, discarded his robe and, naked, got on the floor, on his knees and waited.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry, with no idea that the burner phone had fallen from his pocket in the men's room, headed straight to the hotel.

When he opened the door and saw Klaus, he smiled. Pleased.

He closed the door and just looked down at him for a moment, appraising. Circled him like a predator. Eyes taken in his naked body, the come dried on his chest, the needy expression.

And then, in front of him, without a word he began to unbutton his trousers.

[seanceinfurs]

And Klaus, all into this game, looked up, begging with his eyes and opened his mouth, ready to receive him.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry pulled out his cock, already beginning to get hard, and held it to Klaus' lips. He sighed contently when they wrapped around him and held his hand to the back of Klaus' head.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus was eager to make this good, so he wrapped his mouth tightly and sucked. He hummed in relief: finally Harry was here.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry sighed contently, and carded his fingers through Klaus' hair as he sucked. "How eagerly you must have been waiting for me," he murmured.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus pulled back. "I've thought about you all this time. Couldn't think of anything else. It was... difficult. Not to have you here, sir."

[lepidopterologist]

A little smile touched Harry's lips at that, and he grabbed Klaus' arm and hauled him up to kiss him hungrily.

He'd thought he was being kind by giving Klaus a night in the hotel alone, but it was awfully nice to hear someone say they needed him.

[seanceinfurs]

Yeah no, Klaus had slept wonderfully. Raided the mini bar, ordered lots of room service. He'd been having fun. But, he imagined Harry wanted to hear this. And he was clearly right.

He kissed him back eagerly.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry finally broke the kiss and tucked his cock back into his trousers. They had plenty of time.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "Also did you leave anything in the mini bar?"

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus looked sheepish. "You could champagne..." Meaning no he wasn't hungry and yes, the mini bar was empty.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry walked over to the mini bar and opened it up.

"That's twice you disobeyed me," he pointed out.

[seanceinfurs]

"I just... needed something to get the ghosts out of my head. They were nagging..." Klaus tried. It was his usual excuse.