Elijah smirked a little and leaned into him, kissing him softly--the nip at his lip a little less soft, but still a bit playful. One hand still rested on Klaus's hip and stayed there, curled lightly, his thumb brushing back and forth over his brother's skin.

"I'm sure you can come up with something," he murmured. He was aching with need, harder than he could believe, but he could wait...he wanted Klaus inside him, fucking him--the very thought made him almost whimper.