"And I wouldn't want to disappoint you, not on your birthday," Klaus almost purred, nuzzling Elijah's neck. Voice dropping and turning thicker, he ran a hand over his brother's chest.

"We can start in one of the bedrooms that morning and maybe bring that pretty little brunette servant girl to join us sometime throughout the day. I've heard her going on about how handsome you are. I'm sure we wouldn't even have to compel her to let you fuck her." His hand kept making circles. "You know how much I like to watch."

It was funny how everything always came full circle to Klaus' gaining enjoyment, though he genuinely did feel they had a type of shared pleasure.