Our Love Is Not A Line Part 1
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shadowhiveOur Love Is Not A Line
Pairings: Diego Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: In this part? Sexytimes. Later polyamory
Notes: So This was gonna be titled how our triangle became a square, but since it doesn’t start with poly I changed it. This is gonna have three parts.
Diego
A lot had changed since the Academy averted the apocalypse. They were now all living in the mansion that’s they had grown up, albeit with a few modifications, and they were closer than they had even been. They had learned that one thing they needed to do better was to talk to each other and listen. So that’s what they did. They talked more, they bonded more, they supported each other.
Klaus was glad about that really. He was sober now, had been for months, but he was just so... antsy. He felt that there was an itch that he just couldn’t scratch, one that he used to fill with drugs and casual hook-ups. Ugh, he’d not gotten laid since...
His eyes were drawn to the dog tags, hanging beside the mirror in his bedroom. He closed his eyes, shaking away the thoughts that threatened to come back. He had processed through his grief, mostly thanks to Diego and Ben but it still lingered at times. It would never go away, not entirely.
Sighing, he set aside his knitting and hopped off the bed, deciding to see if there was any of his siblings he could bother. He knew that his sisters weren’t home. Vanya was practising her violin at the theatre and Allison had an audition. Luther had probably gone with her too. That left Five, Diego and Ben.
It had taken some getting used to, having Ben around in a physical form. He was so used to having him just, there, that not having him around felt strange. Five was probably either doing more of his equations or... well. He was a teenage boy. Klaus didn’t want to disturb him either way.
He heard noises from inside the training room and he peered inside. Diego was there, jabbing at a punching bag with his fists. He was topless, sweat glistening on his skin with the exertion. Slipping inside, Klaus decided that he may as well enjoy the view.
He wasn’t alone, he realised as soon as he stepped inside. Ben was there too, sitting against the bench along the back wall. He had one of his books in hand but he wasn’t paying attention to it in the slightest, his eyes tracking Diego’s movements. There was a hunger there and Klaus didn’t blame him as he sat down beside him. “Enjoying the view?” He whispered, not wanting to disturb Diego or let him know they were there.
Ben’s cheeks flushed slightly and he shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt to look.”
Klaus knew that Ben wasn’t like him. He was much more reserved, more content to be sat lost in a book then out there like Klaus was. When they were kids they’d hung around a lot together, both considered strange in their own way. Their bond had been strong, so much so that it had hit Klaus hard when he had... At least that had been undone.
Klaus looked back at Diego, at the way he moved around the bag, punching it from different angles. All he wore was a pair of sweatpants which meant his scars and bruises were all on display, both from his boxing and his time out in the streets. He felt his cock twitch slightly in appreciation at the sight and he smoothed his skirt down out of habit. “I can’t say I blame you.”
Ben was side eyeing him before looking back at Diego. For awhile the pair of them sat in companionable silence, both of them admiring Diego. If he registered their presence he didn’t say anything.
“You should make a move.” Ben whispered, his voice soft. It had taken him awhile to get used to his physical form again, of being able to be heard by people other than Klaus. For the first few days and weeks he’d talked about the others openly, blushing when he realised they could hear his comments too. He’d learned to be quieter now when talking to Klaus, especially about the others. Klaus blinked as he looked at him and Ben spoke again. “It’s obvious he wants you. The way he looks at you...” Ben’s eyes looked back at his book though Klaus knew he wasn’t reading a word. “You could make each other happy.” He detected the barest hint of jealousy and Ben offer him the slightest of smiles before standing up. “Go for it, please.” He squeezed Klaus’ shoulder and then he was gone, like he was never there.
Klaus debated going after him, but it was at that moment that Diego decided to stop, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his chest. “Shit Klaus, how long have you even been them?”
“Not long.” He admitted, as he looked Diego up and down, licking his lips. “This is a good look for you. You should kick ass dressed like this instead of in your bondage gear.” He shot him a grin and Diego rolled his eyes.
“And where would I store my knives?”
“You could still wear your kinky little harness.” Klaus sauntered over to him, hips swaying. ”I think it would look nice over your bare skin.”
“Klaus...” Diego’s voice was low as he said his name and Klaus stepped forward, closer to his space. He could see that Diego swallowed as he looked at him and Klaus wondered how he could have missed something so obvious.
“Personally though I think you could lose the pants too. You’d look perfect in just your harness and a thong.” He took another step closer, until they were merely inches from one another. He was so close he could smell him, could feel the heat radiate from him. “Although if you did I’m not sure I’d be able to keep my hands off you.”
“Klaus...” There was a hint of desperation to his voice and Klaus decided he should try his luck. He hadn’t got laid in so long and he’d be lying if he said he’d not jerked off thinking about his dear brother.
“Would you like that? My hands over you?” He whispered, voice low as he said the words. “I could make you feel so good Diego, could make you cum so hard you see stars.” Diego’s eyes went so wide he was sure that they would pop out of his head. “Would you like that Diego?” He reached forward, running a finger down his chest slowly. He kept his eyes on Diego wanting, needing a response.
There was a few moments where he was sure Diego would push him away, or tell him to go. Usually he would take such silence as rejection but he knew Diego, knew that he sometimes needed time to form the right words.
Diego parted his lips as if to speak and Klaus braced himself, but words came out of his mouth. Instead he closed the distance between them and they kissed. It was tentative as first, Diego’s lips surprisingly soft and gently against his own. Klaus wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to him, feeling his sweaty body against his as he deepened the kiss. His lips parted slightly so that his tongue could brush across the other man’s lips, begging for entry to his soft mouth. It sent a thrill through him, a rush he’d not felt since he’d last gotten high. Klaus felt his eyes lid as he explored the mouth of the other man, knowing that this would become his new addiction, that this would be the high he’d chase for the rest of his life.
“Fu-fuck...” Diego stammered when their lips parted and Klaus couldn’t help but think it was endearing.
“Mmm...” Klaus replied, his fingertips dancing along his brother’s skin. He wanted to explore every inch of him, to memorise every bruise, every scar and then to make some of his own.
Diego took a breath and he could see he was trying to compose himself. He placed a hand of Klaus’ clothed chest, gently pushing him away. “Ne-need a drink...” He offered in explanation and Klaus nodded, releasing him to watch him go for the bottle of water from one of the tables. His bulge was obvious as he moved and Klaus couldn’t help but smirk, proud to have been the cause of it.
He watched as Diego chugged down the water, marvelling at how his throat worked as he swallowed it down. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would look swallowing something else, the thought making him let out a little moan. Diego noticed, his lips curved as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ”Could we go to your room?” He asked, sounding hopeful and nervous at the same time. Klaus would’ve thought he was sweet if he wasn’t so hard.
“Why Diego, so forward, not even asking if I’d like to go out for a drink first.” He grinned at him and Diego flushed a little.
“I mean...” He looked a little crestfallen and Klaus crossed the distance to him, reaching up to stroke his cheek.
“It’s ok. I’m just teasing.” He kissed him, just a brief contact of lips against lips. “I’d love to.”
Diego let out a soft sigh, nodding slightly against him and Diego took his hand, tugging him towards one of the doors. The training room had a separate staircase that led straight up unto their rooms, useful for when they had to make quick changes after bouts of sparring before dinner. It would afford them a measure of privacy, which Klaus was grateful for.
The trip to his room was short and made in a companionable silence. Klaus suspected that was because Diego was as needy for this as he was. He’d never climbed these stars this fast, even during those sessions where their monster of a father made them compete to get to the top. This time at least there was something worth running for.
“I didn’t think you could move that fast.” Diego flashed him a grin as Klaus stopped outside of his door, pushing the wood open.
“I don’t usually.” Klaus licked his lips, reaching over and grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants. “But for you I’m willing to make an exception.” He tugged him inside, into his room, watching as Diego kicked it closed. “Welcome to my humble boudoir.” Klaus gestured around the space with his free hand.
Diego rolled his him, but his smile was fond. “It’s a good job you’re so pretty.” Diego grinned kissing him again. He stepped closer to Klaus, trailing his hands over him. “C-Can I?”
“Please.” Klaus replied with a smile and then Diego was kissing him again. It was more urgent than it was downstairs, more hungry and desperate. It made Klaus ache as Diego gripped onto his tie dyed tee, tugging on the fabric.
“Seems unfair that you’re wearing so much.” Diego mumbled against his lips, voice soft.
“Then take it off.” Klaus grinned, a challenge in his eyes. Diego responded with a sly smirk, his fingers holding his tee tighter as he tugged off the fabric. Diego pulled it off his body, tossing it away without a care.
“W-Wanted this for so long.” Diego whispered, fingers working to explore the expanse of his brother’s skin. “W-We’ve wasted for too long.” He pressed his face against Klaus’ neck, teeth nipping along it.
“We have.” Klaus admitted with a moan, tilting his head to one side, allowing him better access. How different would their lives have been if they had done this years ago? He played with the waistband of Diego’s pants, pushing the fabric down, eager to make up for all of this lost time. “Fuck yeah...”
“I want...” Diego whispered, words lost against the pale skin of Klaus’ neck.
Klaus reached a hand up, cupping his chin and turning his face so their eyes met. “What do you want Diego? Tell me. Use your words.”
Diego closed his eyes, taking a breath. When he exhaled their eyes met again and Diego nodded, certain and sure. “Want you to f-fuck me.”
Klaus didn’t expect that, had expected Diego to want to be on top, but then he had been around long enough to know that people could surprise him. “I can do that.” He kissed him again, brief and soft. “Is this your first time...”
Diego shook his head fiercely, a blush creeping on his cheeks. “You’re not my first guy Klaus, I’m not some blushing v-virgin.” The eyes met again and Klaus knew he was serious, could see the dark look in his eyes, the need in them. “Now get your skirt off and fuck me until I forget my name.” With those words Diego pushed his sweatpants down, laying down over the bed.
Now it was Klaus’ turn to be at a loss for words, as he stared at Diego, at how hard he was. It was a nice cock and Klaus hoped that he’d get it inside him in future. Diego reached for his bedside table, grabbing the lube and spreading it over his fingers. “Come on Klaus don’t just gawp...” He spread his legs, reaching down and sliding two fingers into his ass like it was nothing. Klaus felt like he’d never been harder in his life.
“Yeah, yeah.” Klaus swallowed, showing his skirt down to pool around his ankles. His eyes were on Diego the whole time as he slide his panties down as well, watching him as he laid on his bed looking like some kind of porn star. His fingers were rocking in and out of himself, wasting no time as he drew moans from his own lips. Klaus was sure he could cum from that alone.
He snatched up the lube, squirting a decent amount over his fingers and slicking his cock up quickly. Diego grinned at the sight, spreading his legs even wider for him, giving him the perfect view of the skilled fingers working at his hole. He had three fingers in himself now, thrusting them in and out, opening himself up. It was mesmerising and Klaus had to shake himself to get between his legs, to grab Diego’s wrist and pull them out.
He lined himself up, sinking into his heat with ease, letting out a high and needy groan. “Shit Diego, you feel so good.”
Diego nodded, lips parted in a wordless groan as Diego reached for him, running his fingers over his chest. He knew that there was no way that this would be a one off, that this was going to be the start of something wonderful. He let out a low groan, holding Diego’s hips as he bottomed out, his dick feeling like it belonged there.
“Cuh-Come on Klaus.” Diego groaned, squeezing around him in the best ways and pushing back. That was all the encouragement he needed as he started to fuck him, thrusting hard into him whenever he pulled back. The sounds Diego made were the best things he’d ever heard, breathy moans and low, desperate groans peppered with him stuttering out his name. Every sound went straight to his dick, making him slam into him, the bedsprings squeaking beneath them.
Klaus wrapped his fingers around Diego’s dick, stroking him off as best he could while he kept pounding into him. “Fuck Diego, just look at you. You should see yourself, like a fucking wet dream come to life.” Klaus’ sharp hips slammed against the soft flesh of his ass, making him groan. “You’re so hot it should be fucking illegal.”
Diego groaned, his mouth trying to form a reply but he gave up after a few aborted attempts. Klaus grinned wolfishly, deciding to fill the air between them. “Never felt an ass as good as yours Diego, it’s squeezing me in all the right ways. You want me to cum inside you? Fill you up?” Diego tried to respond, but Klaus took sympathy on him. “Just nod if you want babe.” Diego nodded, the motion somehow making him look even more desperate.
“Yeah, gonna fill you. I’m so close.” Klaus let out a desperate whine at the way he clenched around him, his eyelids fluttering. “Cum for me, wanna see you covered in it. Need it. Show me how into this you are...”
His words were like a trigger and Diego looked out the single hottest sound he’d ever heard in his life. His hips thrust up into Klaus’ fist as he came with such force some of it hit his pierced nipple. “Kuh-Kuh-Klaus...”
His name coming out of Diego’s mouth as a breathless stutter tipped Klaus over the edge, his orgasm hitting him like a wave. “Diego...” He fell on top of him, feeling limp and boneless, his face pressed against Diego’s neck.
***
“So, what is this going to be?” Diego from where his head he laid against Klaus’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he gestured between them. “You know, us.” He added, although the extra words were unnecessary.
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” Klaus started, choosing his words carefully. “If this is too weird for you...”
Diego snorted, looking up at him with a smile. “Our life as been nothing but weird. And if I didn’t want this I wouldn’t be lying in your bed with a sore asshole.” Klaus could feel the bed shift ass he wiggles his ass and he wished it wasn’t covered. “You’re so beautiful Klaus.” He reached up, stroking his cheek with fingers that were surprisingly gentle. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing either.”
Klaus smiled, tilting his head and kissing his hand. The words made his heart race in a way no drug ever had. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend Diego?”
“Ye-yeah.” Diego flushed and Klaus grinned, leaning down to kiss him, their lips meeting in a lazy kiss. He knew that there’d be a lot of things for them to discus and work on, but there would be plenty of time for that later. For now all that mattered was how Diego was holding him close and the way that made him feel.
Pairings: Diego Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: In this part? Sexytimes. Later polyamory
Notes: So This was gonna be titled how our triangle became a square, but since it doesn’t start with poly I changed it. This is gonna have three parts.
Diego
A lot had changed since the Academy averted the apocalypse. They were now all living in the mansion that’s they had grown up, albeit with a few modifications, and they were closer than they had even been. They had learned that one thing they needed to do better was to talk to each other and listen. So that’s what they did. They talked more, they bonded more, they supported each other.
Klaus was glad about that really. He was sober now, had been for months, but he was just so... antsy. He felt that there was an itch that he just couldn’t scratch, one that he used to fill with drugs and casual hook-ups. Ugh, he’d not gotten laid since...
His eyes were drawn to the dog tags, hanging beside the mirror in his bedroom. He closed his eyes, shaking away the thoughts that threatened to come back. He had processed through his grief, mostly thanks to Diego and Ben but it still lingered at times. It would never go away, not entirely.
Sighing, he set aside his knitting and hopped off the bed, deciding to see if there was any of his siblings he could bother. He knew that his sisters weren’t home. Vanya was practising her violin at the theatre and Allison had an audition. Luther had probably gone with her too. That left Five, Diego and Ben.
It had taken some getting used to, having Ben around in a physical form. He was so used to having him just, there, that not having him around felt strange. Five was probably either doing more of his equations or... well. He was a teenage boy. Klaus didn’t want to disturb him either way.
He heard noises from inside the training room and he peered inside. Diego was there, jabbing at a punching bag with his fists. He was topless, sweat glistening on his skin with the exertion. Slipping inside, Klaus decided that he may as well enjoy the view.
He wasn’t alone, he realised as soon as he stepped inside. Ben was there too, sitting against the bench along the back wall. He had one of his books in hand but he wasn’t paying attention to it in the slightest, his eyes tracking Diego’s movements. There was a hunger there and Klaus didn’t blame him as he sat down beside him. “Enjoying the view?” He whispered, not wanting to disturb Diego or let him know they were there.
Ben’s cheeks flushed slightly and he shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt to look.”
Klaus knew that Ben wasn’t like him. He was much more reserved, more content to be sat lost in a book then out there like Klaus was. When they were kids they’d hung around a lot together, both considered strange in their own way. Their bond had been strong, so much so that it had hit Klaus hard when he had... At least that had been undone.
Klaus looked back at Diego, at the way he moved around the bag, punching it from different angles. All he wore was a pair of sweatpants which meant his scars and bruises were all on display, both from his boxing and his time out in the streets. He felt his cock twitch slightly in appreciation at the sight and he smoothed his skirt down out of habit. “I can’t say I blame you.”
Ben was side eyeing him before looking back at Diego. For awhile the pair of them sat in companionable silence, both of them admiring Diego. If he registered their presence he didn’t say anything.
“You should make a move.” Ben whispered, his voice soft. It had taken him awhile to get used to his physical form again, of being able to be heard by people other than Klaus. For the first few days and weeks he’d talked about the others openly, blushing when he realised they could hear his comments too. He’d learned to be quieter now when talking to Klaus, especially about the others. Klaus blinked as he looked at him and Ben spoke again. “It’s obvious he wants you. The way he looks at you...” Ben’s eyes looked back at his book though Klaus knew he wasn’t reading a word. “You could make each other happy.” He detected the barest hint of jealousy and Ben offer him the slightest of smiles before standing up. “Go for it, please.” He squeezed Klaus’ shoulder and then he was gone, like he was never there.
Klaus debated going after him, but it was at that moment that Diego decided to stop, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his chest. “Shit Klaus, how long have you even been them?”
“Not long.” He admitted, as he looked Diego up and down, licking his lips. “This is a good look for you. You should kick ass dressed like this instead of in your bondage gear.” He shot him a grin and Diego rolled his eyes.
“And where would I store my knives?”
“You could still wear your kinky little harness.” Klaus sauntered over to him, hips swaying. ”I think it would look nice over your bare skin.”
“Klaus...” Diego’s voice was low as he said his name and Klaus stepped forward, closer to his space. He could see that Diego swallowed as he looked at him and Klaus wondered how he could have missed something so obvious.
“Personally though I think you could lose the pants too. You’d look perfect in just your harness and a thong.” He took another step closer, until they were merely inches from one another. He was so close he could smell him, could feel the heat radiate from him. “Although if you did I’m not sure I’d be able to keep my hands off you.”
“Klaus...” There was a hint of desperation to his voice and Klaus decided he should try his luck. He hadn’t got laid in so long and he’d be lying if he said he’d not jerked off thinking about his dear brother.
“Would you like that? My hands over you?” He whispered, voice low as he said the words. “I could make you feel so good Diego, could make you cum so hard you see stars.” Diego’s eyes went so wide he was sure that they would pop out of his head. “Would you like that Diego?” He reached forward, running a finger down his chest slowly. He kept his eyes on Diego wanting, needing a response.
There was a few moments where he was sure Diego would push him away, or tell him to go. Usually he would take such silence as rejection but he knew Diego, knew that he sometimes needed time to form the right words.
Diego parted his lips as if to speak and Klaus braced himself, but words came out of his mouth. Instead he closed the distance between them and they kissed. It was tentative as first, Diego’s lips surprisingly soft and gently against his own. Klaus wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to him, feeling his sweaty body against his as he deepened the kiss. His lips parted slightly so that his tongue could brush across the other man’s lips, begging for entry to his soft mouth. It sent a thrill through him, a rush he’d not felt since he’d last gotten high. Klaus felt his eyes lid as he explored the mouth of the other man, knowing that this would become his new addiction, that this would be the high he’d chase for the rest of his life.
“Fu-fuck...” Diego stammered when their lips parted and Klaus couldn’t help but think it was endearing.
“Mmm...” Klaus replied, his fingertips dancing along his brother’s skin. He wanted to explore every inch of him, to memorise every bruise, every scar and then to make some of his own.
Diego took a breath and he could see he was trying to compose himself. He placed a hand of Klaus’ clothed chest, gently pushing him away. “Ne-need a drink...” He offered in explanation and Klaus nodded, releasing him to watch him go for the bottle of water from one of the tables. His bulge was obvious as he moved and Klaus couldn’t help but smirk, proud to have been the cause of it.
He watched as Diego chugged down the water, marvelling at how his throat worked as he swallowed it down. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would look swallowing something else, the thought making him let out a little moan. Diego noticed, his lips curved as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ”Could we go to your room?” He asked, sounding hopeful and nervous at the same time. Klaus would’ve thought he was sweet if he wasn’t so hard.
“Why Diego, so forward, not even asking if I’d like to go out for a drink first.” He grinned at him and Diego flushed a little.
“I mean...” He looked a little crestfallen and Klaus crossed the distance to him, reaching up to stroke his cheek.
“It’s ok. I’m just teasing.” He kissed him, just a brief contact of lips against lips. “I’d love to.”
Diego let out a soft sigh, nodding slightly against him and Diego took his hand, tugging him towards one of the doors. The training room had a separate staircase that led straight up unto their rooms, useful for when they had to make quick changes after bouts of sparring before dinner. It would afford them a measure of privacy, which Klaus was grateful for.
The trip to his room was short and made in a companionable silence. Klaus suspected that was because Diego was as needy for this as he was. He’d never climbed these stars this fast, even during those sessions where their monster of a father made them compete to get to the top. This time at least there was something worth running for.
“I didn’t think you could move that fast.” Diego flashed him a grin as Klaus stopped outside of his door, pushing the wood open.
“I don’t usually.” Klaus licked his lips, reaching over and grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants. “But for you I’m willing to make an exception.” He tugged him inside, into his room, watching as Diego kicked it closed. “Welcome to my humble boudoir.” Klaus gestured around the space with his free hand.
Diego rolled his him, but his smile was fond. “It’s a good job you’re so pretty.” Diego grinned kissing him again. He stepped closer to Klaus, trailing his hands over him. “C-Can I?”
“Please.” Klaus replied with a smile and then Diego was kissing him again. It was more urgent than it was downstairs, more hungry and desperate. It made Klaus ache as Diego gripped onto his tie dyed tee, tugging on the fabric.
“Seems unfair that you’re wearing so much.” Diego mumbled against his lips, voice soft.
“Then take it off.” Klaus grinned, a challenge in his eyes. Diego responded with a sly smirk, his fingers holding his tee tighter as he tugged off the fabric. Diego pulled it off his body, tossing it away without a care.
“W-Wanted this for so long.” Diego whispered, fingers working to explore the expanse of his brother’s skin. “W-We’ve wasted for too long.” He pressed his face against Klaus’ neck, teeth nipping along it.
“We have.” Klaus admitted with a moan, tilting his head to one side, allowing him better access. How different would their lives have been if they had done this years ago? He played with the waistband of Diego’s pants, pushing the fabric down, eager to make up for all of this lost time. “Fuck yeah...”
“I want...” Diego whispered, words lost against the pale skin of Klaus’ neck.
Klaus reached a hand up, cupping his chin and turning his face so their eyes met. “What do you want Diego? Tell me. Use your words.”
Diego closed his eyes, taking a breath. When he exhaled their eyes met again and Diego nodded, certain and sure. “Want you to f-fuck me.”
Klaus didn’t expect that, had expected Diego to want to be on top, but then he had been around long enough to know that people could surprise him. “I can do that.” He kissed him again, brief and soft. “Is this your first time...”
Diego shook his head fiercely, a blush creeping on his cheeks. “You’re not my first guy Klaus, I’m not some blushing v-virgin.” The eyes met again and Klaus knew he was serious, could see the dark look in his eyes, the need in them. “Now get your skirt off and fuck me until I forget my name.” With those words Diego pushed his sweatpants down, laying down over the bed.
Now it was Klaus’ turn to be at a loss for words, as he stared at Diego, at how hard he was. It was a nice cock and Klaus hoped that he’d get it inside him in future. Diego reached for his bedside table, grabbing the lube and spreading it over his fingers. “Come on Klaus don’t just gawp...” He spread his legs, reaching down and sliding two fingers into his ass like it was nothing. Klaus felt like he’d never been harder in his life.
“Yeah, yeah.” Klaus swallowed, showing his skirt down to pool around his ankles. His eyes were on Diego the whole time as he slide his panties down as well, watching him as he laid on his bed looking like some kind of porn star. His fingers were rocking in and out of himself, wasting no time as he drew moans from his own lips. Klaus was sure he could cum from that alone.
He snatched up the lube, squirting a decent amount over his fingers and slicking his cock up quickly. Diego grinned at the sight, spreading his legs even wider for him, giving him the perfect view of the skilled fingers working at his hole. He had three fingers in himself now, thrusting them in and out, opening himself up. It was mesmerising and Klaus had to shake himself to get between his legs, to grab Diego’s wrist and pull them out.
He lined himself up, sinking into his heat with ease, letting out a high and needy groan. “Shit Diego, you feel so good.”
Diego nodded, lips parted in a wordless groan as Diego reached for him, running his fingers over his chest. He knew that there was no way that this would be a one off, that this was going to be the start of something wonderful. He let out a low groan, holding Diego’s hips as he bottomed out, his dick feeling like it belonged there.
“Cuh-Come on Klaus.” Diego groaned, squeezing around him in the best ways and pushing back. That was all the encouragement he needed as he started to fuck him, thrusting hard into him whenever he pulled back. The sounds Diego made were the best things he’d ever heard, breathy moans and low, desperate groans peppered with him stuttering out his name. Every sound went straight to his dick, making him slam into him, the bedsprings squeaking beneath them.
Klaus wrapped his fingers around Diego’s dick, stroking him off as best he could while he kept pounding into him. “Fuck Diego, just look at you. You should see yourself, like a fucking wet dream come to life.” Klaus’ sharp hips slammed against the soft flesh of his ass, making him groan. “You’re so hot it should be fucking illegal.”
Diego groaned, his mouth trying to form a reply but he gave up after a few aborted attempts. Klaus grinned wolfishly, deciding to fill the air between them. “Never felt an ass as good as yours Diego, it’s squeezing me in all the right ways. You want me to cum inside you? Fill you up?” Diego tried to respond, but Klaus took sympathy on him. “Just nod if you want babe.” Diego nodded, the motion somehow making him look even more desperate.
“Yeah, gonna fill you. I’m so close.” Klaus let out a desperate whine at the way he clenched around him, his eyelids fluttering. “Cum for me, wanna see you covered in it. Need it. Show me how into this you are...”
His words were like a trigger and Diego looked out the single hottest sound he’d ever heard in his life. His hips thrust up into Klaus’ fist as he came with such force some of it hit his pierced nipple. “Kuh-Kuh-Klaus...”
His name coming out of Diego’s mouth as a breathless stutter tipped Klaus over the edge, his orgasm hitting him like a wave. “Diego...” He fell on top of him, feeling limp and boneless, his face pressed against Diego’s neck.
***
“So, what is this going to be?” Diego from where his head he laid against Klaus’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he gestured between them. “You know, us.” He added, although the extra words were unnecessary.
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” Klaus started, choosing his words carefully. “If this is too weird for you...”
Diego snorted, looking up at him with a smile. “Our life as been nothing but weird. And if I didn’t want this I wouldn’t be lying in your bed with a sore asshole.” Klaus could feel the bed shift ass he wiggles his ass and he wished it wasn’t covered. “You’re so beautiful Klaus.” He reached up, stroking his cheek with fingers that were surprisingly gentle. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing either.”
Klaus smiled, tilting his head and kissing his hand. The words made his heart race in a way no drug ever had. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend Diego?”
“Ye-yeah.” Diego flushed and Klaus grinned, leaning down to kiss him, their lips meeting in a lazy kiss. He knew that there’d be a lot of things for them to discus and work on, but there would be plenty of time for that later. For now all that mattered was how Diego was holding him close and the way that made him feel.
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Date: 2019-03-15 03:54 pm (UTC)I really liked how you wrote Ben in this, how it took him a while to get used to being seen, and heard, by everyone around him.
Our life as been nothing but weird
So very true. It's why I have no issue whatsoever in them falling into a relationship despite being brought up together. That means nothing.
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Date: 2019-03-15 04:02 pm (UTC)Yeah I imagine it would take him a lot to get used to (and him being with Diego as he trains is due to Justin’s thirst for David🖤)
Exactly! A lot of people have said the same.