Klaus kneeled between Magnus’ legs. His ice-cold blue eye flitted across Magnus’ naked body. He teased his tongue up the length of Magnus' cock. Magnus' breath stuttered, and his voice came out high. His knees jerked together. Klaus used his fingernails to tease red lines into Magnus' thighs. Magnus dared not move his hands because this was like, so good.

The chaise spared Magnus from having to look at Klaus, but it didn’t muffle the sound of him beating off. Magnus heard spit, then the slick of skin on skin.

The next sensation Magnus felt was Klaus’ wet lips on the tip of his cock. Damp heat accompanied a squeak in the floorboards. He squeezed his eyes shut while Klaus took him deep. He licked up the shaft real slow and introduced Magnus to the back of his throat. Drool pooled on Magnus' pelvis and dripped down his inner thighs. Klaus’ mouth moved up and down Magnus’ cock. It was magnificent. 

Magnus deteriorated into deep groans from somewhere in his chest. Then squeaks. Thin squeals that came out as an appeal for something, maybe better sex noises. His ankles struggled against the rope. His thighs shook beyond his control, which, to his knowledge, was a first. The cord held his ankles against the chaise. 

Klaus popped his mouth off, “I’m going to make you come.”

Magnus saw Klaus had taken off his jacket, even rolled back his sleeves. He had never seen anyone work this hard at a blowjob before.

“Please, please!” Magnus’ back rubbed against the upholstery.

Klaus took him in his mouth again.

Harder than ever in your life is real. Toes curled, and knees buckled. Noises ripped out of your throat that you don’t even feel. He curled his fingers into fists at his sides. Meanwhile, Klaus came with a dick in his mouth. 

The first thing Magnus felt was the soreness in his thighs. It was to be expected from bucking against the ankle restraints like he had somewhere else to be. Somewhere other than tied to a pink chaise in the master bedroom, getting his dick sucked. 

Klaus wiped his mouth with his sleeve ruffle, “I’ll dress you before I call for the butler.”

“Sorry, give me a second,” Magnus felt his ears pop.

“Take your time.”

After Klaus untied his ankles he helped Magnus put his clothes back on. 

“Klaus, you know...you don’t have to do this.”

Klaus fidgeted with his eyepatch strap, “I know.” 

Magnus weighed whether or not he should like, touch him, or something. Etiquette was unclear. Most boundaries were unclear. 

Klaus wrapped Magnus' collar strings around his fingers, “Am I making you uncomfortable?” 

“No,” said Magnus.

“Wait, did you think you were going to stay over?” asked Klaus.

“No, I’m making sure that I’m not expected to…”

“I would never make you do anything.” Klaus presented Magnus' waistcoat.

“Thanks,” Magnus put his arms through the sleeves.

“Was this okay?” Klaus’ breath was warm on the back of Magnus' neck.

“It’s kind of a nice change,” said Magnus. “You know, to be seduced instead of the other way around.”

“You’ll have to do it again sometime,” said Klaus. 

“Maybe.”

Klaus straightened Magnus’ sleeve ruffles, “It’s hard to get these right. They’re supposed to look delicate, not messy.”

Magnus felt Klaus’ cold fingertips brush his hand. He nervously swallowed. 

“I think that’s as good as it’s getting,” Klaus walked around and fastened Magnus’ waistcoat. He fluffed the ruffles on the front of his shirt so they looked just right. It took two tries to wrap the cravat around Magnus’ neck, “Sorry, the fabric isn’t behaving tonight.”

“It’s fine,” Their chests touched when Klaus leaned forward. Magnus bit his lip in response.

Klaus noticed, “Still sensitive?”

“Just a bit overstimulated,” Magnus shuffled into his coat. 

Klaus rang for Jesse. There was a weight in the room while they were alone together.

 Jesse escorted Magnus back to his room with the utmost professionalism. Magnus knew that Jesse knew what happened, and everyone would know by tomorrow. There’s hotter gossip than kittens.