he takes klaus' hand in his, pressing small kisses to each fingertip, before allowing his own fingers to trace over the text inked on klaus' palm. dave leans up, kissing klaus' lips quickly as his hands guide klaus' to wrap around his waist, and then, finally, his own arms come up, hands cradling klaus' face ever-so-gently as he pulls away just enough to breathe, foreheads pressed together. "hey, doll, how's about we head to bed, hm?"
soft sigh slips past parted lips, jade gaze transfixed by the sight of the man he loved trailing gentle kisses to open palm. i love you. a silent thought, though certainly one often voiced, passing through his mind as quickly as it came. limbs bend to dave’s will, fingers loosely gripping the gentle dip at his waist before tugging him forward into his embrace. as close as he could possibly as lips mold together, that desperate desire to be touched still left from a childhood of absence. mom had done her best. humming, klaus brushes his lips one last time over dave’s. ‘ sounds good, baby, lead the way. ’