Magnus’ cock jutted out from between his legs with embarrassing readiness. Klaus grabbed it in his fist and stroked. 

“Ah,” Magnus moaned.

Klaus stood up, “Stand against the bedpost. Don’t make me ask twice for anything, ever.”

Magnus obeyed. He put his arms behind him so Klaus could tie his wrists together, “This is way hotter than I thought it was gonna be.”

Klaus leaned forward and asked in a low whisper, “Are you always this responsive?”

“I don’t think so,” Magnus felt fresh goosebumps on his neck.

Klaus got on his knees in front of Magnus. His large blue eye looked up from beneath his blond lashes. Magnus felt desire in his stomach. When Klaus sat up and took him in his mouth, Magnus swore under his breath again. 

The last time Magnus got head was from a pretty girl with enormous tits. After a few minutes, she stood up and bent over. She’d made herself wet just from sucking his dick. The sex was good but this was hotter.

Klaus took his mouth off and pumped Magnus’ cock, “You can come in my mouth.”

“Arrogant,” Magnus flexed against his restraints. The resistance only made him harder.

Klaus smoothed his hair out of his face. The assassin had unfastened his fly and taken his hardening cock out of his trousers. Magnus made himself look away. He fixed his eyes on a beautiful vase in the corner.

Klaus noticed, “Do you feel uncomfortable looking at me?”

Magnus focused the black strap of Klaus’ eye patch. Despite considerable effort, they made eye contact. Klaus' hand sped up, and everything between his legs came into brief focus. 

Magnus looked away again, “Sorry.”

“I might have a solution for this,” Klaus looked to the chaise across the room. “I’ll need to untie you.”

“I thought I had to be tied up for this to work?” asked Magnus.

Klaus was already on his feet, untying the knots around Magnus' wrists, “You don’t have to be tied up. Would you like to be?” 

“Yes!”

Klaus snaked his fingers around Magnus' wrists, “Alright, then. I’ll bind your ankles instead, to give your wrists a break.”

“I’m not worried about it,” Magnus whispered.

“I know, that’s why I’m in charge,” said Klaus. “We can’t have a good time if you get hurt.” 

Magnus felt that ‘we’ burn in his stomach. Something he maybe wanted, a hunger he didn’t know he had. He rubbed his wrists like he imagined people do after these things, “I thought getting hurt was the point?”

“Why would I need access to your dick if I was just going to beat you up? Think about it?”

Magnus thought about Klaus saying ‘access to his dick’ so hard he blushed. He reclined against that peony pink damask chaise and thought about it some more while his skin broke out in goosebumps. The material warmed to his body while Klaus gripped his ankles.