When Ben finally gives his permission, Klaus hooks his arms up under his thighs, shifts his weight and pulls Ben in closer, so Ben's whole front is pressed against his bare chest. With a little grunt of effort, he stands up, the muscles in his legs trembling. Ben is heavy, weighs nearly as much as Klaus does, but he grits his teeth and starts moving. Out of the cellar, step by step, feeling the tentacle curling around his shoulder to help take some of Ben's weight, and even if it's still taking it and putting it on Klaus' body, it's at least a little more balanced.
The stairs are harder, and halfway up he has to stop, kneeling down for a moment and panting, Ben essentially sitting on his thighs, straddling him. Tilting his head down, he rests it against Ben's shoulder for a moment, panting and catching his breath before he stands up again and makes it up the rest of the stairs, through the hallway and into the bathroom. Lifting one foot with what feels like monumental effort, he flips the lid of the toilet closed and puts Ben down on it, resting his arms on either side of Ben on the tank top and panting a few times.
"Wow, that was more exercise than I ever want to do again." He speaks with his voice a little broken, his breath coming fast and sharp, heart pounding, thighs and biceps burning, but then he lifts his head and grins at Ben, lifts one hand to gently poke against the tip of Ben's nose.
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Date: 2019-05-05 06:40 am (UTC)The stairs are harder, and halfway up he has to stop, kneeling down for a moment and panting, Ben essentially sitting on his thighs, straddling him. Tilting his head down, he rests it against Ben's shoulder for a moment, panting and catching his breath before he stands up again and makes it up the rest of the stairs, through the hallway and into the bathroom. Lifting one foot with what feels like monumental effort, he flips the lid of the toilet closed and puts Ben down on it, resting his arms on either side of Ben on the tank top and panting a few times.
"Wow, that was more exercise than I ever want to do again." He speaks with his voice a little broken, his breath coming fast and sharp, heart pounding, thighs and biceps burning, but then he lifts his head and grins at Ben, lifts one hand to gently poke against the tip of Ben's nose.
"Worth it."