#klausben

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“Mm! Mmph!! Mnn...ah! Klaus!”

Klaus is more amused than annoyed at being pushed back. The smear of black lipstick on Ben’s bottom lip stands out against his porcelain complexion. “What’s the problem?”

“Your hand.”

“What about it?” Klaus sneaks another kiss at the corner of Ben’s mouth, grinning when it gets the other teen to squirm. “It’s not even below the belt yet.” He drums black-tipped fingers over the flat of Ben’s stomach.

Bumps and bulges ripple the smooth skin, pressing back against the hot palm. A few bolder ones have emerged, wrapping around Klaus’ wrist and fingers.

“Well, yeah, but…” Ben looks down, mentally commanding the extra appendages’ retreat.

“Now why would you do that?” Klaus raises a brow, spreading his palm and petting, coaxing the tentacles back out.

“It's - it's weird,” Ben answers, blushing darker as Klaus drags a finger around his navel. A pointed tip emerges from his stomach, something like a shark’s fin, chasing Klaus’ finger. “Stop it.”

“Aw, come on, Ben.” Klaus smirks, persuasive. “Let them join in the fun.”

Ben likes to think that, among his siblings, it’s Klaus who understands him the most with the whole otherworldly business. Klaus isn't afraid of him, never has been. In fact, Ben is inclined to think Klaus loves this body more than he does himself.

“Are you sure?” he asks, because while Ben has been through the phase of exploring his own body, he’s not exactly up for sharing what is technically fetish material. Then again, he is with Klaus.

“Positive.”

Ben reluctantly relaxes his mental barriers, his body sinking supine against the mattress as limbs and other parts extend from his exposed mid-section.

“Now that’s what I'm talking about!” Klaus’ excitement is hard to counter, the grin splitting his lips grows as various appendages slide and latch and pull at his body.

“Oof!” Ben grunts as Klaus falls on top of him and the writing mass now surrounding them.