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.
That affirmation was all that was needed. The Cardinal wasted no time finding a quick rhythm with long strokes, his own worked hips slapping against Salvatore's ass. Fuck, what a tight ass.. Klaus kept his head close to Salvatore's neck and inhaled the scent floating off his skin. A mixture of his natural skin and what was laid artificially on top flooding his nose to draw him in deeper. His own fangs grazed his skin like a wordless warning of what is to come. They grazed lightly down Salvatore's neck, leaving tiny white lines at worst, before he found a lovely spot in the crook of his neck that would be easily hidden, just in case. He next to made out with his shoulders. Kissing and sucking and nipping at the olive skin marked in with various shades of pink and red and gentle little indents. He would indeed bite. But not quite yet. "Your taste, I love every inch of your skin~" A hand slid up behind Salvatore's head to keep his neck exposed while the other hand trailed its claws down his torso, across his hip bone, and down to the blue cock between them. He wouldn't pass up a chance to play with that again.