Before the elaboration, recognition hadn't flashed through Klaus' eyes, but then he nodded. "Curly hair." He didn't see anything wrong with making some part of the day about him. He tended to do that, and Elijah hadn't voiced any concerns over it. "Do you approve?" His lips brushed over Elijah's ear.

"Where do you want to fuck me first? It's your day, after all." The sense of dominance faded from his tone in that moment, though the mere fact that he was still the one giving way to when and on what day Elijah might be the one to take him showed how he never truly wanted to lose control.