Switching of positions
Oh you really did it now didn’t you Salvatore?
He had asked Klaus for an ‘appointment’. Except he wasn’t going to be the one on top, shoving around the older Cardinal and demanding his subserviance with a smile. No. For whatever reason he had been stuck with thoughts about trying out bottoming again. Just once. The last time there was a good chance they were just inexperienced and bad at what they were doing, but it was a bad enough experience that the cardinal really didn’t want to try it again. However… Klaus and him shared a few visitors, and the older man had made time to see him to see what an incubus could offer. They had talked before as well about the young mans status as a permanent top and that Klaus would be a good person if he ever wanted to try to switch roles again for a proper try.
By no means had he ever wanted to before, he was content being on top. There he held the power, he could be looked up at like he was the sweetest thing on planet earth, could pull moans from people they didn’t even know were possible. And god did he love the nights he got permission to finish in someone, even if there was latex between them the physical release from not having to time your orgasm to pull out on time was so much deeper. But now he wanted to try atleast once more before saying it wasn’t for him, he wanted that chance to decide without it being because someone wasn’t good at what they were doing.
He was still nervous.
And he was probably more nervous than he should have been as he stood outside Klaus’s office. His head was bowed, hands folded infront of him as he talked away his nerves under his breath. The halo covered man could easily be mistaken for someone praying, dressed in his cassock as he usually was, face paint done neatly as he had been busy in the chapel today with confessions. But prayer was the last thing on his mind.
Breaking the position his hands had settled in, he knocked on the door as he prepared to give up everything he usually knew for one night of experimentation.
As he was picked up, panic crossed his mind momentarily, he wasn’t used to being lifted and carried. Let alone being made to feel like he weighed next to nothing. It was reflected in his mismatched gaze as he stared up after being deposited on the couch.
With being asked what he needed his mind moved faster than his mouth. He wanted to finish, he wanted praise, he wanted to be admired and called pretty things. He needed exactly none of it, seemingly focused on the large man who found his place ontop of him. Even aftercare was currently an after thought, yes he would need cleaned up and would like some casual cuddling since he would need a minute for his hip to stop hurting so much but outside of that…
“I don’t— I’m not sure sir.” He murmured, eyes flicking down to watch him fully remove the rest of his clothing. Salvatore had seen this all before once of course, while keeping Klaus beneath him and enjoying his body. But being from a lower vantage point, Klaus had more power to him than just the man under the influence of the venom.
Cocks together he pushed his hips up watch them rub against eachother. The lengthy members slipped and slid, his gaze focused on them before he finally could find his words again.
“I would like to finish sir when you will allow it and I would like to feel you finish inside me… and please tell me if i have been good.” Not too much of an ask, that was the plan anyway, but his face still was pink from asking anyway. “Mmmn and maybe after you have finished using me i can be held for a moment?”