Dante tried to calm his nerves. Why was it so hot? Klaus wasn't always this attractive to him! But something about the hybrid being domestic made him weak at the knees.
"Fuck, what is wrong with me," Dante asked, his mind repeating his fatherly tone.
Holy shit! Did he have a kink for this? Surely, it's not a father kink. Maybe he was turned on by his unusual care and concern.
"Dante?"
He turned around to face Klaus. He shoved his hands in his pockets, knowing he was probably prodding the denim.
"Klaus, are you alright," Dante asked.
"I was planning to ask you the same. You left pretty fast," Klaus said, taking a step closer.
"I needed some air. It was getting stuffy in the mansion... How are you," Dante asked, attempting to change the subject.
"I'm fine. You look awfully red in the face," Klaus asked, now right in front of him.
"Perhaps it is because of your presence," Dante said.
Klaus chuckled as he realized he was trying to flirt with him.
"Are you trying to flirt with me," Klaus smiled.
"Is it that bad," Dante asked.
"It's not that bad..."
"Be honest."
"It's godawful. You need practice," Klaus confessed, making Dante laugh.
"Thank you for protecting Peter. That was very sweet of you to do," Dante said, "It makes me happy and... Excited."
"Excited?"
"I, uh..."
Klaus's eyes glanced down at his jeans. Oh!
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with inappropriate body responses. That is why I left," Dante explained.
"Do I turn you on, Dante," Klaus asked, now getting unbearably closer.
Dante felt his breath quickening. He could feel 'something' pulsing below the belt. He was tempted to smash his lips against his. Maybe fuck him senseless until Klaus was begging for him to...
"You are incredibly gorgeous. I would believe anyone would be turned on..."
"I'm asking about you," Klaus interrupted, his face inches apart from his, "Do I turn you on?"
Dante swallowed thickly as his eyes were trained on his. He was trying his damn hardest to be respectful. But the way Klaus has him pinned against the mansion is getting to his head.
"Yes, Klaus. You do turn me on," Dante confessed in a whisper.
Dante's breath hitched when his knee was felt between his legs. Klaus smirked mischievously at his reaction.
"My, you are growing quite the erection down there," Klaus said, pressing his lips to his neck.
"Klaus, we are outside... In public," Dante reasoned, his eyes tempted to roll back and give in.
"Let them watch."
Dante groaned softly before biting his lip. Klaus chuckled into his skin before backing off.
"Was that not appropriate," Dante asked, resisting the urge to pull him back in.
"You're fine, love. Once I start, I have a hard time with self control," Klaus said, his eyes undressing him slowly.
Dante felt a shallow twitch from the way he looked at him.
"Right now, every part of me wants to tear off your clothes and ruin you," Klaus said.
"What's stopping you," Dante asked.
"Do not tempt me, Dante," Klaus smiled, walking back inside.
Dante gave a look of confusion. This was no temptation, it was an offer. He was genuinely asking why he chose to stop.
"Humans are frustrating creatures," Dante muttered, walking in after him.
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Hell's Children
FanfictionStiles was learning to live with the guilt he caused after the Nogistune issue. Although it was tough, he was fine. The pack had forgiven him, the evil fox was gone, and he was back to being human. Hope was still learning to forgive herself after tu...
