Page 113 of Tell No Tales
"I think he's happy I finally told you." Vadim grinned.
"He's going to be angry when I kick him out." Klaus scooped the kitten into his arms and hopped to his feet. Mewskers let out an unhappy squawk when Klaus dropped him to the floor outside and shut the door again.
"Why did you do that?"
Klaus laughed as he sank back into his earlier position, sans kitten. "Remember when you acted like we weren't alone because he was here? I'm removing all your excuses to make love to me."
Gods, yes. They'd been making love at the academy, but Vadim had deceived himself into thinking nothing had changed between them. Klaus slid his arms around Vadim's neck and pulled him in for a searing kiss, burning all doubts from his mind and leaving only the feelings coursing between them through their bond. Klaus loved him as much as he loved Klaus, and that was all that mattered. He was done denying it and done running from his fears of never being good enough. Klaus knew all his doubts and foibles and loved him anyway.
Gravity and the need to touch more of Klaus's body pulled them further down the mattress until Vadim was flat on his back and Klaus lay between his legs, kissing and rutting against him. It was enough to make him come from the friction and feelings alone, but he wanted more.
"I want you inside me," he whispered as Klaus kissed and nipped the side of his neck.
Klaus groaned and dropped his head to Vadim's chest. "Fuck, yes." Klaus kissed him again, drawing Vadim's tongue into his mouth and sucking on it like it was the most delightful treat. When he pulled back, his lips were as shiny as his eyes. "I'm going to make you feel so good." He held up his index finger. "Hannah's on their way back from the galley. Strip."
Vadim wondered what Hannah's location had to do with anything, but he did as commanded, and Klaus did the same. When they heard footsteps in the hall, Klaus cracked the door open and whispered, "Hey! Would you do us a quick favor?"
Vadim heard Hannah's laugh and for the first time in a long time felt self-conscious about someone seeing him naked. He felt the rush of water and a quick jolt of lightning cleaning him up and drying him off without Hannah even glancing inside the room.
"Have fun!" they said before continuing past them and up the stairs.
"That's a bit disturbing, to be honest," Vadim said. "They've gotten much better at controlling their lightning since I left the crew."
Klaus laughed. "The most important thing is, I can do something I've wanted to do to you for a long time." He took the pen light from Vadim's hand and slid it through the ring of his sail bed, balancing it so it stayed in one place. "Bend over your sail."
Vadim did as he asked. The rough fabric grazed his nipples, and they pebbled instantly. His cock bobbed between his legs from the sensation. He was already too turned on. He was going to come before Klaus's cock got anywhere near his hole.
Before then, he would succumb to exquisite torture. Klaus's warm breath ghosted over his ass cheek, and then he felt his warm tongue along his crease, circling his rim, and then continuing to his taint and the hairless line between his balls. He groaned as Klaus sucked first one, then the other globe into his mouth. For once, the cool trail of Klaus's saliva left him shivering in anticipation, but he didn't feel cold. He was burning with desire. His insides felt positively molten when Klaus's tongue pushed inside his rim, loosening the muscle along with Vadim's own tongue. He babbled nonsense, hoping to encourage Klaus to go faster, harder, get in him already. He needed all of Klaus, right now, but Klaus ignored him, choosing to stay on his knees behind him, adding his slicked fingers to the mix to loosen Vadim even further and drive him out of his mind with pleasure.
His balls tightened and the telltale tingling at the base of his spine had the word, "Stop," on the tip of his tongue, but before he spoke, Klaus's warmth vanished, leaving Vadim sucking in a deep breath before whimpering in his absence.
"Shh, I've got you." Klaus's hands were warm on his hips, guiding Vadim onto his ass in the sail bed. "Sit sideways, like a swing."
Vadim's body reacted before he heard Klaus, responding to his gentle prodding more than to the words. He was still too overstimulated, and yet, not enough. He didn't know when he'd squinted his eyes shut, but he forced them open now.
Klaus slicked more oil over his cock and then returned to standing in front of Vadim's spread legs.
"Need you," Vadim said. He slid forward so his ass was off the sail and wrapped his legs around Klaus, pulling them together for a sloppy kiss as Klaus guided his cock to his entrance. The slow glide of Klaus's cock in his channel forced all coherent thought away. He was once again babbling praise while kissing the side of Klaus's neck and worshiping every inch of bare skin with his hands.
"How could I give this up?" Klaus's voice was full of wonder. "Each time is like the first time with you. You respond to me like no one ever has."
Vadim couldn't respond with words, so he showed Klaus with his body, matching him thrust for thrust. Too soon, he was on the edge.
"Gods, Vadim, stop resisting and come already!"
Through their bond, Klaus's words were accompanied by his desire. Klaus wanted him, and he was hanging onto his own pleasure by a thread, waiting for Vadim to let go.
Vadim did as Klaus asked, releasing his tight hold over his control. He flopped back against the sail, and the new angle drove Klaus's cock into his prostate. Something warm hit his chin as his vision whited out to pure bliss. His cock didn't get the message that he was supposed to relax, and kept spurting between them, covering him with white ropes and splatters.
Klaus thrust once more and froze as he came. His cock pulsed inside Vadim, and Vadim's twitched again, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.
It wasn't enough. Yes, they'd come together, and they'd experienced shared pleasure like nothing Vadim had felt before, but he needed to be close to Klaus, now. Not caring how sticky he was, he grabbed onto Klaus's shoulders and floundered to his feet, tugging Klaus with him to the mattress. Yes, he loved his sail bed, but he needed to hold Klaus more.
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Klaus
Klaus could never get enough of Vadim. He'd spend every night and burn through every position known to man trying, though. He rested his sweaty cheek against Vadim's chest and laughed at the man's stubbornness. Sure, he pretended it was stamina, but he'd extended his pleasure so long it almost hurt for both of them to come.
