The hand on his thigh shifted to give a slow, steady stroking up and down Elijah's cock. For all that Klaus loved control, it was incredibly hard not to give into his moaning of his brother.

He tapped at Elijah's teeth, grinning at the nip. "I want you to choose how you're fucked. How exactly should I take you tonight?" He did want to let him choose, but also liked the idea of hearing Elijah say it too.