Elijah fought the flickering urge to arch up into his fingers, not wanting to give himself away, but his stomach muscles tightened in response to the brush of Klaus's fingers.

"I think I will," he murmured, stretching and looking at Klaus through heavy lidded eyes. "Slowly, thoroughly, and repeatedly."

He reached a hand to wind it in Klaus's hair, tugging him closer and kissed him hungrily, tongue tangling with his.