Elijah might have been eager, his whole body aching for something more, but this was as pretty damn near perfect as it got insisted his mind. Klaus's reactions were something to be savored as deeply as the taste of him coating Elijah's tongue, blood and musk and something all together and indefinably him.

Each moan was a victory of sorts, and there was a fierce pride that only he could see Klaus so bare with need and want. He found a rhythm again in sucking him, tongue sliding around him cunningly as he moved over him.

His fingers slid back to tease at his ass, stroking around his opening, pressing against it lightly.