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]

"If they see... I want them to know I'm yours. Your filthy slut."

[lepidopterologist]

"Yeah?" Harry murmured.

He was a little surprised that Klaus didn't seem uncomfortable at all being naked on the balcony, though to be fair they were quite high up and the odds that anyone was actually seeing them was fairly low. Still, he didn't want to get kicked out.

So he smacked Klaus' ass once, hard, and then turned them so that Harry's back was to the railing instead, and kissed him.

[seanceinfurs]

"Still got that sexual tension going on?" Klaus teased, when the hungry kiss finally broke. It was a taunt, and it was likely Harry wouldn't approve.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry grasped his hair and yanked his head back slightly. “Their loss is your fucking gain.”

[seanceinfurs]

"Aaah," Klaus whined at the yank. He was loving it. "Then use me, sir. I'll be good for you."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry slapped his ass again and gave him a shove towards the door. "Back inside, I don't want to get thrown out before I've ruined you."

[seanceinfurs]

Back inside, Klaus gave Harry a good look of his ass. Taunting him with it. "I knew you'd want it. Been looking forward to tonight?"

[lepidopterologist]

Harry decided to tell him the truth. "Our little game has really gotten me through a real shit week," he said.

He closed the patio door, and then approached and slung his arm around Klaus' waist, pulling him close. "It's been nice to imagine you fucking yourself while you think of me."

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus smiled. "Wanna see it live?"

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smirked. "Yes."

He pulled away from him, and rather than going to the bed, he shifted the nearby armchair a little so that it was facing the bed, and sat down in it, leaning back and crossing his legs. Gestured for Klaus to proceed.

[seanceinfurs]

Oh, goodie. Klaus was a slut for attention, certainly. "Well..." he crawled on the bed, giving Harry a good look of his assets. He grabbed the dildo. "First I'd prepare... Get this nice and gooey." He made a show of lubing the dildo.

"Then, I'd usually lie down here. Spread my legs," he moved as he spoke. Lubed fingers went to his ass. "I think about your cock as I get ready. One, then two." He groaned. "Oh, I'm still pretty loose, sir."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry's breath came a little quicker as he watched him. He uncrossed his legs and spread them slightly, leaning forward.

"You look good like that," he said, his voice gravely. "Show me."

[seanceinfurs]

That voice was honey to his ears and Klaus was more eager than ever to comply. He grabbed the dildo and made a show of inserting it slowly, moaning as he did. "Feels so good. Nearly as good as you would..." He pushed it further, until it was deep inside him. He paused, let it settle. "So good... Don't you want to try?"

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wet his lips, and then slowly rose (his erection obvious in his trousers) and approached the bed. He sat down beside Klaus and took hold of the toy, and began to slowly fuck him with it.

"Last time I made you beg me to come," he said softly. "This time I'm going to make you come over and over. Until you beg me to leave you be."

[seanceinfurs]

"I've already come once..." Klaus said, groaning as he was being fucked.

[lepidopterologist]

"I know," Harry purred. "That will make it so much worse, won't it. I suppose you should have listened to me when I told you what not to do."

He leaned over and kissed him again as he thrust the toy in and out, but only briefly, and then he was bending lower and wrapping his lips around Klaus' cock.

[seanceinfurs]

Oh, that was hot. That was so damned hot. Klaus arched his back and groaned at the man in the three piece suit sucking him off.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry hadn't done this in a while, and was legitimately enjoying it, especially given how Klaus was reacting. He continued slowly pushing the toy in and out of him as he sucked him.

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus bucked his hips a little, and then a little more, perhaps forgetting his place, he put his hands through Harry's hair.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry used his free hand to grab Klaus' hand in his hair and pin it to the mattress instead, and then kept sucking, intent on making him come.

[seanceinfurs]

It was slow, but in the end, Klaus couldn't hold back any longer. "Harr- sir. I'm gonna..."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry briefly considered pulling away to torture him, but in the end decided to keep going.

[seanceinfurs]

It was torturous in itself, the slowness, but finally Klaus did come. Loudly, swearwords on his lips as he came.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry pulled away slowly, and wiped the edge of his mouth with his thumb.

"We're just getting started, pet," he said. "The night is young."

Klaus was a young man; Harry suspected that he probably had one more in him, but not for some time. Now to decide how he wanted to spend the time...

[seanceinfurs]

Klaus hummed, still riding the high. "How do you want to spend it? My mouth? Promise it'll be good..."