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Which is all well and good, but Dave might not have a choice for much longer. He wasn’t exactly well-rested when they got here, and that was before he started putting in work - a stiff breeze would knock his legs out from under him right now, if they had their window open. Which is what he deserves for trying to show off during the first round, and again during the second, but it was worth it to him, at the time.

It was worth it to Klaus, too, judging by the state of him. He’s limp on his back in the middle of their motel bed, heels hooked around Dave’s calves, making soft formless little noises like Dave’s hips are knocking them out of him before they’re ready. He’s so sweet, blissed out, the way Dave likes to get him whenever they can scrape together the time for it. All the frantic energy fucked out of him until he finally just lies still and lets himself be taken care of. He’ll let Dave take care of him until he can’t move, can’t even speak.

Dave also has to be able to walk tomorrow, is the thing.

“We gotta switch, sweetheart,” Dave says into Klaus’s neck.

Klaus groans, drags his nails up Dave’s back, says, “Like this, baby, please, s’perfect.”

And Dave tries, he genuinely does. It’s not like there’s nothing in it for him. They’ve been together all night, and Klaus lets Dave in so easily like this, pleasure and gravity turning him pliant in Dave’s arms. Klaus’s whole body under his, all his warm skin. The way it feels to cover him, like this is all Dave has to do to keep him safe.

Dave’s knees give up the ghost, and he takes as much of his weight as he can on his elbows, but Klaus still says, “Oof.”

“Klaus,” Dave says, “c’mon.”

Klaus makes the most pitiful sound Dave’s ever heard come out of him. He rolls his hips up into Dave’s belly, kisses Dave’s shoulder, tries to drag him back in with his ankles linked behind his thighs, but it’s not happening.

“It’s not happening,” Dave tells him.

Klaus grabs Dave’s ass in both hands and pushes up into his abs again.

“Okay,” Dave says, “if you got the energy for that, you got the energy to ride me.”

“You are so mean,” Klaus says. “You’re not even mean in the fun way.”

Dave uses the last remaining strength in his lower body to push himself up and sit back against the headboard. Klaus tries to grab his arm, but he’s even floppier than normal, and he ends up dropping his hand on Dave’s leg and leaving it there.

“C’mere,” Dave says, and he tugs at Klaus’s elbow.

Klaus lifts one foot off the mattress and drops it back down.

“You are ridiculous,” Dave says, and he reaches over until he can wrap his arms around Klaus’s ribs and sort of - haul him up, partway, until his shoulders are off the pillow.

“Oh,” Klaus says, “my god.”

That’s usually a good sign, but Dave checks Klaus's face, anyway. His mouth is open, lips red from kisses, a flush high on his cheeks. He stares back at Dave, his eyes huge, pupils blown.

“You gonna cooperate?” Dave asks him.

Klaus swallows, and manages to go even more deadweight in Dave’s arms.

So Dave gets a better hold on his waist and drags him up into his lap. It takes core strength that Dave barely has at the moment, but Klaus moans like Dave just did everything he likes to him at once, and it’s worth it, it always ends up being worth it.

“Impossible,” Dave says into Klaus’s neck. He gets Klaus’s back to his chest, lifts his hips off his lap enough to get the angle right, and when Klaus sinks down, he takes Dave in the same motion.

“Fuck,” Klaus says, “fuck, fuck, oh my god-“

And hell, Dave’s arms are going to end up sore tomorrow, one way or another. He’s always sore, they both are. At least this way he’ll be sore on purpose. He can catch Klaus’s eye and grin every time he has to lift something heavier than a canteen.

Dave braces his hands in Klaus’s armpits, which would probably look ridiculous if someone saw them. But the door is locked, the curtains are drawn, and the hold lets Dave lift Klaus up and lower him down, slow and measured, until Klaus’s legs are shaking on either side of Dave’s thighs. Klaus is tall, but he’s light, even with some muscle on him, and Dave builds him up to a pace that’ll get him off, if he’s close.

He definitely seems close.

“Baby,” he gets out, and Dave lets him drop a little quicker, and he reaches up and grabs Dave’s forearms to brace himself the next time, and the next. He tips his head back, but he keeps his body weight balanced between Dave’s hands. He’ll go wherever Dave takes him. “Baby, I’m-“

Klaus doesn’t finish his sentence, but it’s pretty clear where he was heading with it. Dave digs his heels in, snaps his hips up to meet Klaus on every drop, and Klaus sobs through it with his nails in Dave’s wrists until he sags back against Dave’s chest, his hips still rocking even as the rest of him melts in Dave’s arms.

Dave tucks his nose in behind Klaus’s ear and kisses the bolt of Klaus’s jaw. And Klaus is probably as sore as Dave at the moment, if not more, but he bears down for Dave anyway, moans at the little afterburst of pleasure that Dave can feel him feeling. Dave runs his hands over Klaus’s pecs, his waist, his unsteady legs. Holds him, handles him, moves him around just because he can.

He keeps holding Klaus, after, even when they lie back down. Diagonal across the bed, their feet next to the pillows, one of Dave’s arms around Klaus’s chest, the other around his waist. Klaus shifts, just enough to feel the resistance, and hums. Settles as much as he ever does.

They lie like that together, and then Klaus says, “I’m six fucking feet tall.”

“I know,” Dave says.

“I’m six feet tall.”

“You mentioned.”

“You are - holy shit,” Klaus says. “I’m obsessed with you.”

“I can’t do that every night,” Dave says. “I’ll pull something.”

“If you could do that every night, we’d never do anything else.”

Dave laughs into the nape of Klaus’s neck. Kisses him there, licks the sweat that he somehow worked up while doing basically nothing. Klaus rolls over until they’re nose to nose, so Dave kisses his lips, too.

“I don’t think I can return the favor, unfortunately,” Klaus says. “Not exactly. But, okay, there was this club I used to go to, and they had, like, a pulley system set up in some of the rooms?”

“A pulley system.”

“And I think if we found a bed with the right kind of headboard, we could probably-“

Dave kisses Klaus again, slides a hand down to grab his thigh. There’s no way he’s moving from this spot for at least the next hour, his entire body would revolt if he tried it. But.