Klaus knelt between Magnus' legs, “I’ll never be able to quell your fascination with my sexual proclivities if you keep your clothes on.”

Magnus spread his legs a little further, “Undress me then.”

“Excuse me?” Klaus sipped his drink, which he’d managed the whole time like a champ. “Wait, are you serious?” 

“My butler usually undresses me,” Magnus explained. “It’s not something I can do myself.”

“Is that the only obstacle here? Are you seriously down to…”

“Wait, wait hold on!” Magnus rubbed his face. “I’m in way too deep. I’m not sucking any dicks!”

“Can I suck yours?” asked Klaus.

“Sure? Why not…I can’t believe I’m having this conversation!” said Magnus.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything. If this is too much, I can call Jesse to escort you back to your suite,” Klaus stood up and walked towards the servant bell. 

“Well, hold on,” said Magnus. “What exactly is this gonna entail?”

“First, I’ll have to undress you. I don’t want to risk getting bodily fluids on your expensive suit,” Klaus explained.

“Okay, and then what?”

Klaus set his drink on the dresser, “I’m going to tie your wrists behind your back and then blow you within an inch of your life. Or, whatever I said earlier. I’m not gonna make you do anything.”

Magnus cleared his throat, “Why don’t you show me the…stuff. That’s what I came up here for, I just wanted to look at it I didn’t think we’d actually, you know.”

Klaus pulled a massive black wooden trunk out from under his bed. It looked like one of those bad-guy chests. Even more so when he removed the false bottom. Hidden inside was a stockpile of guns, knives, and ammunition. Magnus panicked.

“Sorry, wrong chest,” Klaus kicked the chest back under the bed and retrieved an identical one on the other side. It brought up a lot of questions about Klaus' lifestyle and a lot of other questions about under-bed storage. 

The second chest also had a false bottom, but this one was filled with black leather. Klaus pulled out a whip with a whole bunch of leather strips off the end. “This is called a flogger.”

Magnus gripped the suede handle and shook it to see what it would do, “I literally own gloves that are more intense than this whip.”

“It’s not nearly as scary as it looks.” Klaus unwrapped a black braided cord, “Feel this one.”

Magnus ran his fingers over it, “What is this for? This wouldn’t hold a person.”

“Nobody is trying to escape, Magnus.”

“Oh, you’re gonna bring that up now?”

Klaus snatched the cord back, “This cord is for restraining. There’s a stronger cord for suspension. You have to see what I mean.”

“Are you going to practice on somebody?” Magnus asked.

“The only person I would consider practicing on is you, Magnus. No one is forcing you to do this. Should I call the butler?”

“Wait! Don’t call him just yet,” said Magnus. “You remind me of something else from the other night. You said something about how guys like this?”

“Well, obviously they like it!” shouted Klaus. “This is all consensual!”

“No, no, I didn’t mean…” Magnus fumbled. “You said something kind of specific.”

Klaus groaned, “Why don’t you tell me what it is since I cannot remember!”

Magnus licked his lips, “You said guys come harder than they ever have before.”

“Would you like to find out, Magnus?”

“I mean, I could be into that.”