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You were sitting in Klaus's lap. Just sitting chest to chest while he played Prosfair. It had been a rather long week for both of you. Though you knew Klaus had it worse off, the nature of his job was more than enough of a reason. You didn't know what that was specifically, but it didn't fully matter.
You were just enjoying relaxing in his lap. Chin resting on his shoulder and arms lazily wrapped around his waist while his attention was focused on the computer screen.
Or so you thought.
Klaus was intent on the screen, but having you in his lap after such a strenuous fight... His hormones and current mentality were working against him. He was trying to act like he was just relaxing with his sweetheart. But he wanted you so badly, he was torn between acting on his desires and remaining relaxed for the day.
You could have fallen asleep with how Klaus was rubbing your back idly, except for the fact that his dick was slowly rising against your ass. Choosing to ignore this was getting more and more difficult for you, and was completely impossible for Klaus.
He was having so much trouble fighting himself over this. Should he express his desires or leave it be and let you rest? Certainly you could feel what was going on, sitting in his lap so perfectly.
"[Name]" Klaus couldn't help himself, "Liebling, I can't ignore myself much longer."
You sat up. Met with the soft, loving gaze that somehow betrayed the truth. Klaus was hardly ever the first to ask unless something serious had happened. And he wouldn't have settled into playing Prosfair if that was the case when he walked in.
But you'd be lying to yourself to say you didn't want to follow his lead. It might not have been your first thought, but it was something you wanted.
Klaus moved slowly, taking your silence as a form of understanding. Though with you meeting him more than half way, he knew it was perfectly fine to continue. A slow, deep kiss, your back pressed against the edge of the desk while Klaus's hands wandered your sides.
Half pinned just by virtue of sitting in Klaus's lap while he swiped his tongue at your lips. Asking to go further, never assuming your comfort levels... just how Klaus operated. The soft moan from your throat was embarrassing to say the least, but it was mirrored by Klaus's only soft growls.
You snaked your arms up, clinging to Klaus and running a hand up through his fiery red hair. Only the begining of how messy things would get. Certainly Klaus would be his usual soft and sweet self, but that had nothing to do with how passionate he got every time.
Klaus pulled back just a bit, "Liebling, I need you. Right now. Please."
You nodded, mind still a bit numb from just enjoying the moment. Though Klaus wasted no time pushing away from the desk, keeping you pulled close so he could beeline for the bed. Slow kisses during the admittedly short trip so you couldn't doubt Klaus's interest for even a second.