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The Club Excursion ~ Klaber

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Prompt: Klaber watches Wolff dance at a club or party. Whether Wolff's good or bad at it, Klaber loves watching Wolff's body move and asks Wolff to dance for them privately.

Pairing: Eli Klaber ☓ Stephan Wolff.

Word Count: 4.2k+

CW: Face-sitting, hurt/comfort, lap-dances, oral sex, vaginal sex.

The night is alive with pulsing rhythms as Klaber, Wolff, Hauke and Cyrus step into the club. The bass thumps through the floor, sending tremors up their legs as they make their way to the bar.

It's been a long slog in Berlin but tomorrow they'd finally be heading back to the US and Klaber had insisted on one last hurrah before heading home and, strangely enough, Cyrus had agreed. Finally, something they agreed on.

Multicoloured lights sweep through the dimly-lit room, casting shifting patterns on the dance floor packed with enthusiastic club-goers.

Cyrus, ever the instigator, is quick to grab Hauke's hand and tug him toward the dancefloor, their flirtatious banter mixing with the music as they disappear into the throng of bodies. (Well, Cyrus disappears. Hauke not so much.) Klaber grins, watching his teammates twirl and sway to the infectious beat, but his attention is on Wolff. He sidles up to the older man, who's nursing a drink at the bar and looking painfully out of place here.

"Come on, Herr Doktor! It's a night to cut loose, enjoy yourself." Klaber says with a nudge and Wolff raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.

"I'll need a bit more liquid courage before I hit the dancefloor, Klaber. I'm not twenty-five anymore." He replies, taking a sip of horribly cheap whiskey. Klaber chuckles and orders a couple of shots from the bartender, sliding one to Wolff.

"To a fun night?" He offers and Wolff nods, clinking his glass against Klaber's, and they both down their shots. The burning warmth spreads through their bodies, and Klaber can see Wolff's reluctance starting to fade.

A couple more rounds of shots follow, and Klaber keeps up the banter, teasing and cajoling Wolff until he finally relents.

"Alright, alright." Wolff concedes with a laugh. "Let's see what this dancefloor is all about." Klaber's grin turns positively feral and he tugs the older man to his feet and toward the gyrating mass of bodies. Wolff shuffles behind the younger man, slightly unsteady on his feet. They squeeze into a clear spot and start swaying to the music. Wolff lets the rhythm envelop him and starts moving his hips with a little more coordination. Klaber watches him; this tall, gangly, white-haired old man, unsurprisingly, can't dance for shit. But damn if he's not trying.

He's all skinny limbs and angular joints, too soft in some places, sharp edges in others and that doesn't pair well with his unsynchronised, offbeat moves. He looks utterly ridiculous and for a moment Klaber just stands there, watching, captivated because, ridiculous or not, Stephan Wolff is really fucking cute when he's having fun. With every beat that passes, Klaber feels this slight ache blooming inside his chest. It's the first time he's seen the stoic, reticent doctor so at ease, so playful and young.

"What are you looking at, Liebchen?" Wolff asks, giving the younger man a grin so wide it hurts to look at. Shaking his head fondly, Klaber closes the distance between them.

"A complete disaster." He replies as he moves in close, laying his hands on the medic's hips. Wolff laughs, grabbing onto the younger man's biceps.

"I know. There's a reason I need a drink before I step anywhere near a dancefloor." He says, leaning down slightly to whisper in the blonde's ear. "You know, I always pinned you for the type that could dance, Liebchen. All that..." He runs his hands across Klaber's body, across his broad shoulders, down his chest. "...lean muscle, all that agility and strength." Klaber's briefly taken aback. It's so nice, having Wolff's hands on him, but he's not used to it in public. Usually, they have to be so careful in public, not even able to hold hands, but here they are, in the middle of a crowd, and Wolff's feeling him up like crazy with hardly a glance from the other club-goes. It's official; Klaber loves German clubs.

"They have some good clubs in Kentucky. Maybe not so lively as this one but..." He says, wrapping his arms around the German's waist and pressing closer. "Could teach you. Give you a taste of American nightlife."

"If this is a taste of it, maybe I'd better pass." Wolff laughs, a little huskier than before. Klaber replies and Wolff slides his hand to the back of Klaber's head, scratching the short hairs at his nape before gripping firmly and pulling him in for a sudden, rough kiss. Klaber's anxiety suddenly skyrockets as he glances around but, again, nobody seems to care that two men are kissing each other in the middle of the dancefloor. He melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the medic. When the kiss finally breaks, they rest their foreheads together and just sway, riding the shared electricity coursing between their bodies. The beat changes, suddenly, and Wolff laughs, backing out of Klaber's arms. "Think I'm done. I'm getting too old for this." He chuckles as he passes a hand through Klaber's thick blonde hair.

"Then, maybe you could...give me a private dance, when we get back to our room?" Klaber asks, sounding more shy than he wants to. Wolff grins, raising his eyebrows and pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Maybe." He replies. "I'm going to freshen up. Then I'll meet you back at the bar and we can go from there?" He brings a hand to the blonde's stubbly jaw and rubs his thumb along his chin. Klaber nods, smiles at the touch and leans up, giving the older man another, gentler kiss. Wolff smiles back, squeezing his hand before heading toward the washroom.

Unsurprisingly, the bathroom is dingy and damp and, when Wolff steps in, he finds Hauke braced against the sinks, Cyrus on his knees, cock down his throat.

"Cyrus. Hauke." He makes his way over to the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing his face. The younger man pulls off and wipes his mouth.

"Hey, Stephan. How is it out there?" Cyrus asks, breath coming thick and fast, as he works the larger man with his hands. "Didn't think this was your kinda scene."

"It's not." Wolff says as he wipes his face with the sleeve of his wrinkled dress shirt. "It's too busy, too loud, crowded." He says as he turns, leaning his back against the counter.

"Too many people for you, Herr Doktor?" Hauke chuckles as he pushes Cyrus's head back down. The smaller man whines wordlessly at Hauke heavy-handedness and Wolff smiles at the two younger men. He's grown very attached to the both of them and they've grown close, if that wasn't obvious with how blasé he is about this whole bathroom-blowjob situation. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Mhm. It was fun, actually, dancing, although apparently I'm not too good at it anymore." He says, watching Cyrus's enthusiastic ministrations. "Du solltest dir besser nicht weh tun, Langstrom. Ich würde es hassen Ihre aufgerissene Kehle im Hotel behandeln zu müssen.¹" He says and Cyrus just moans, sending hot shivers up Hauke's thighs. "I'll leave you two to it." The doctor says, giving Hauke a pat on the bicep as he leaves the bathroom.

Klaber's stood at the bar when Wolff comes back.

"Ready to head off?" The medic asks and Klaber nods, slipping his arm around Wolff's waist as they head for the exit.

Once outside, Klaber takes Wolff's hand, lacing their fingers together as they make their way back to their hotel.

When they get back to their hotel, Klaber takes a seat on the edge of the bed. He likes this place. For a budget motel, it's nice and the beds are comfortable and, now he thinks about it, this place will be a lot nicer now that he's had a couple drinks and he's got Wolff all to himself. Klaber sits still as the German locks the door, sets down his things and kneels down to take off his shoes.

"So... Uh... How about that dance?" Klaber pipes up with and Wolff smiles at him.

"Do you really want a dance, Liebchen?" The doctor chuckles as he stands, loosening his tie.

"Maybe...just a little?" He asks and Wolff wanders to stand between his legs, running a hand along the blonde's jaw.

"Alright. Let me turn on the radio and see if I can't find something I fancy." He pecks Klaber on the lips and heads for the old analog radio sitting on the nightstand and flips the dials. It takes a couple of moments before he settles on a station, the song slow, rhythmic, sultry. He turns back to Klaber and pulls the ribbon from his hair, letting thick, white locks splay across his shoulders. He pulls his glasses off and sets them aside. "Lap dance? Private, exclusive, just for you. What do you think, Liebchen?" Wolff chuckles as he straightens. "But no touching without my say-so." Klaber gets a good look at the medic's body. He's always so long and lean and his tall frame almost serpentine. He stalks toward the younger man, popping open the first few buttons of his dress shirt. Klaber watches him, biting the inside of his cheek.

He's completely transfixed as Wolff moves, bending and swaying to the music and he slowly strips out of his clothes, slowly pulling off his dress shirt to reveal the soft, plush flesh of his swollen chest. God, Klaber just loves Wolff's tits, how they add a kind of softness to his otherwise angular body. The medic takes his time, settling in the blonde's lap. Klaber can't touch, not without being scolded and Wolff wriggles and grinds against him, hips pulsing in his lap in a way that's far too torturous for how he feels right now. The tempo of the music is slow, hypnotic, undulating and, God, Wolff looks positively sinful. They haven't even *done* anything yet. The medic swivels in the blonde's lap, feet planted on the floor as he grinds back against the younger man.

"O-Oh, fuck... Herr Doktor... You're so...so fucking sexy..." Klaber grunts, face flushed and Wolff just chuckles. Just when they've found a rhythm, when Wolff is grinding back against him in a way that has Klaber falling in love with the medic all over again, he pulls off. He turns back toward the blonde, hand skimming along the thin trail of light hair below his navel, hand finally landing on his button-fly. Klaber bites his lower lip as he watches Wolff slowly, teasingly, unbutton his slacks, sliding the heavy fabric off his slim hips and revealing a pair of tight boxer-briefs. The medic's already so wet, slick oozing out and dampening the crotch of his underwear. But Klaber sits and waits, like a good, little mutt.

And then Wolff is back in his lap, ass planted in the blonde's lap as he grinds back against him. They find a rhythm, slow and grinding, as Wolff starts playing with his hardening clit through his underwear. Klaber groans as he watches, Wolff's hips, rolling back and forth, as he slides his underwear down over his hips and down those slim, creamy thighs, now completely bare to the blonde's eyes. Klaber wishes he could grab the medic, turn him around and bury his face in his cunt, licking and sucking until the older man can hardly remember his name. It's got Klaber licking his lips because, fuck, he loves eating Wolff out; listening to his husky voice quaver, the breathy moans and stuttered expletives spilling from his mouth. Klaber licks his lips, feeling his cock throb at the thought of Wolff's wet cunt smeared across his cheeks.

"Alright, Liebchen, you can touch."

Klaber exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding and pulls the older man into his lap. It takes a couple of tugs but soon he's got the medic straddling his head, Wolff's hot, slick pussy right above his face, dripping onto his chin. Klaber, overcome with his arousal, reaches out with his tongue, licking a wide, sloppy stripe between those plump lips. Wolff shudders and slumps forward, resting his palms against Klaber's hips as he spreads his thighs, giving the younger man more room to work.

"God, Liebchen...so desperate for it..." Wolff pants as he rubs his cunt against the flat of Klaber's warm, wet tongue. He blonde lifts his jaw a little to swirl his tongue around the medic's clit, feeling it twitch at the attention and Wolff gasps. "Ahh! That's it... Good dog..." Klaber brings his hands up to grip Wolff's soft, milky thighs as he continues to lap and suck at the wet cunt hovering over his face. For a second, the medic goes cross-eyed as his head lolls forward. Fuck, he forgot how good Klaber was with his mouth. The blonde pushes his tongue up against his throbbing clit, one hand sliding up to slide his middle finger into Wolff's slick, ready hole, relishing the hot walls wrapped around his fingers. He curls the digits, digging up and twisting in just the right way to make the medic gasp and moan and the way his long, lithe thighs tense up around the younger man's ears is so amazingly hot.

It's not long before Wolff's properly riding his face. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, the medic groans as he thrusts down, clit grinding against the flat of Klaber's tongue, cunt filled up by those long, strong fingers. Klaber loves it. This is his dream. He's such a dog and he absolutely adores it, laid on his back, happily eating the older man out. Hell, even his own pleasure is pushed to the side as he wraps his lips around the older man's clit and sucks, curling his fingers against the smooth, hot inside of his hole. Wolff whines, thighs trembling, face flushed as Klaber's ministrations have him trembling on the edge.

His jaw goes slack, eyes wide and unseeing as he cums, hard, gripping Klaber's head between his thighs. His mouth falls open as he rocks back and forth on Klaber's slick, wet face, panting through clenched teeth as he fucks himself through his release. Klaber works him through the last of it, looking a little dazed but incredibly pleased with himself as he licks his lips, Wolff's slick smeared across his mouth, nose and chin. "That's it... That's a good boy... That's perfect..." Wolff pants as straightens and falls back into the pillows, afterglow claiming every inch of his heaving, thrumming body.

Klaber sits up and untucks his shirt, wiping his face off with the hem and undoing the first couple of buttons, sweat glistening on his forehead and lightly stubbled neck. He stands and turns, loosening his own tie as he rakes his eyes over the medic, watching the older man stretch and purr like a large cat.

"That was perfect, Liebchen. Don't know how you're able to...do that." The medic sighs happily and, to that, Klaber only smiles as he pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way. He toes off his shoes and Wolff lifts himself up onto his elbows, pale blue eyes trailing along the expanse of pale skin visible from Klaber's open collar. His body is soft but sturdy. His chest is probably just as big as Wolff's but it's soft with a thin layer of fat instead of mammary glands and the medic loves that softness. His belly is soft too, a little chubby but not too much. Klaber drinks in the older man as he shrugs off his shirt, undoes his fly and finally lets his very obvious erection hang thick and heavy between his legs. The blonde is perfect and Wolff just wants to dig his fingers in, work the flesh, feel him moan against him. And he can't wait anymore. "You're so gorgeous, Liebchen." The medic says as Klaber strips off his pants and underwear, leaving him gloriously naked as he mounts the bed, crawling toward the older man.

"You're actually a pretty good dancer, Herr Doktor, but I don't think you could've pulled that one out in the club." The blonde says with a small grin as he slides a hand up the medic's side, admiring the softness of the skin. Wolff grins and moves further back, allowing the younger man to stretch out on top of him, caging him in. "Mm... How do you want me?" Klaber murmurs as he slots his hips between the medic's thighs, hands on his hips, thumbs caressing the sharp, jutting bones. Wolff reaches up and drags his nails down the back of Klaber's neck, loving the goosebumps rising under his fingertips. He gets a hand in the back of the younger man's hair and pulls him down for a rough kiss. Klaber responds eagerly, deepening the kiss and the medic takes a moment to just sink into it, allowing himself to completely lose himself in his dog's touch. Klaber is so hot and needy, skin warm and solid and so fucking good under his fingers. He gets a hand between them and wraps his long fingers around the younger man's flushed, leaking erection and Klaber moans against his lips, pre-cum oozing onto the medic's belly.

"Like this, like this is fine. I just want to feel you inside me, Liebchen." Wolff whispers, biting his lower lip and Klaber moans softly, lining himself up. He circles the medic's swollen clit with the tip of his cock, drawing a soft groan from the man beneath him. He keeps teasing, keeps dragging his cock against the wet folds of Wolff's cunt as the older man pushes his hips against him, trying to make him slide in and fill him up. "D-Don't tease, Liebchen..."

Finally, he pushes in, eyes squeezing shut as he's enveloped in the older man's tight, wet heat.

"Goddamn..." He huffs out, fingers curling into the sheets either side of the medic's chest. Wolff's thighs tense around his hips and that coupled with the older man's hot, breathy moan right next to his ear makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "You feel so good, Herr Doktor... So hot... Do I...feel good too?" Klaber tries not to whimper, feeling almost overcome by the older man's cunt clamping around him.

"Mhm... You're perfect, Liebchen. Now...enough talking... Please... Please, just start moving..." Wolff breathes, arms wrapping around the blonde's neck, nails digging into his spine as Klaber starts rocking his hips forward. Wolff's gasps with every thrust, urging the blonde to give him more, harder, faster, and Klaber is all too willing to comply, angling his hips so he can drive into the medic hard and deep. The doctor moans, brow furrowed, slick dripping and pooling on the sheets.

Klaber's being such a good dog, giving him everything he wants and it just makes Wolff so hungry for his puppy's hot cum, flooding his pussy, filling him up to the brim. "O-Oh, God... Just like that... Good dog... S-So good..." He pants out, digging his heel into the small of Klaber's back. The blonde grunts at the praise, the heel of Wolff's foot urging him deeper. He tucks his face into the crook of the medic's neck, breathing in the sweet smell of his skin as he braces himself. This angle means he can go as fast as possible, hips pistoning as he pounds into the medic's soft, willing body.

"Oh, fuck! H-Herr Doktor..." The pressure starts mounting and the young blonde has to grit his teeth to try and hang on a little longer because, fuck, he doesn't want this to be over so soon but the friction and pressure have him growing hot, both inside and out, and he can feel his control slipping. "Y-You feel s-so good..." He slows the pace a little, savouring the wet glide of the medic's velvety walls, sucking, clenching and keeping him on the edge.

"That's it, pup. Such a good dog..." Wolff pants out, thighs shaking, as Klaber reaches up, grabbing at the older man's chest. His fingertips dig into the medic's small, spongy breasts, soft and squishy and perfect. Klaber loves them. They're perky and just the right size for his big hands. Wolff squirms under the attention, the mix of a little pain with a lot of pleasure.

"Herr Doktor... I love your body... Fuck, it's so soft..." The blonde moans, grinding his hips in circles. Wolff moans under him, thighs squeezing his hips so tight as they get lost in the steady tempo of the creaky mattress, their stuttered, breathy moans mingling with the slick, filthy sounds from between the older man's thighs. "St-Stephan... You're so...so... F-Fuck, I'm..." Klaber whispers, thumbing one of Wolff's hard nipples. His eyes are half-lidded, looking almost delirious as he slams his hips down against the older man. God, it feels so good, having this beautiful man under him, mewling and moaning, letting him fuck him as good and as long as he wants. Klaber leans down, taking one of the medic's pebbled nipples between his lips and the added sensation has Wolff writhing and panting under him, mouth agape.

"Liebchen! Oh, God... Keep going... Don't stop, don't you dare stop..." Wolff groans, hands smoothing up the back of Klaber's head, tousling his short, thick hair as he urges the younger man on. The pace grows rapid, thrusts turning staccato, as Klaber sucks and tongues at the older man's chest. They grow feral, desperate, hips slapping together as the creaking bed protest their every move. "Klaber... Sweet pup... Need to cum... Need you to make me cum..." He moans, thighs trembling, sweat dripping down his temples. The blonde's eyes roll back at that, hands sliding back down the medic's sides and gripping at his wide, strong hips. He tilts the older man's hips up so his cock hits that perfect spot inside him and that's all it takes.

Wolff arches under the younger man, letting out a long, whimpering moan as he throws his head back, pleasure coursing through him, body wracked with shivers. His grip on Klaber becomes painful as the blonde thrusts frantically, on the edge himself, and, finally, with a muffled groan and a shudder, the younger man reaches his limit. He gives a three more deep, punishing thrusts as he spills, driving himself deep, fucking his cum up into the medic's waiting body. "... That was...perfect, Liebchen... Just perfect..." Klaber's smiling breathlessly when his arms finally give out and he collapses on top of the older man, resting his cheek on Wolff's sweaty chest. He's still panting, exhausted but sated, as he shifts his hips, his softening cock slipping free from Wolff's body...

They stay still for a little while, panting and sighing and just basking in each other.

"Can't wait to go home tomorrow." Klaber says and Wolff chuckles breathlessly, hands moving to card his fingers through the younger man's sweat-damp hair. "Hey, Herr Doktor...?"

"Mm?"

"Fancy joining the mile-high club tomorrow?" He laughs, raising his head to flash the older man a cheeky grin. Wolff's smile melts, giving way to a tired, almost resigned look.

"... Don't you ever get tired of me, Liebchen? My body? Aren't you bored of me? Can't imagine what you see in an old man like me." Wolff says with a sigh as he slips from Klaber's grasp.

"Herr Doktor?"

"Just maybe don't get too used to this. I'm almost fifty-three, Klaber. Surely you can get someone better... Someone younger, someone more...suited for you." Wolff goes on, not quite finished punishing himself for enjoying the younger man's company. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, staring out of the window, into the night. "I wouldn't think less of you, Liebchen. I would completely understand if you found yourself some pretty, young thing—"

"Do you really not see it, Stephan?" He shakes his head as he runs a hand down the curve of the older man's hip. Klaber shuffles beside the older man, laying up to look at him, cupping his jaw gently. "You're— But— No, God, how could I ever get sick of you? Why would I want anyone else?" He thumbs Wolff's cheek, brow creased in worry. He's so keen to wipe that sad, pained look from the medic's weathered features. "Can't you tell? Can't you feel it? I can't stand being without you. Fuck, you're such a dumbass sometimes." He sighs softly, gently stroking long, white locks from Wolff's face. Gently, he cups the back of the older man's head, pulling him down to kiss him, passionate but tender. Wolff responds just as lovingly, tangling his fingers in the younger man's hair, breathing in the scent of him.

"How on Earth did I find someone like you, Liebchen?" Wolff whispers with a sad smile as the kiss breaks and Klaber just presses their foreheads together.

"Chalk it up to luck, I guess." He adds with a grin, kissing the medic's forehead and sliding a hand down his back. "Just don't go scarin' me like that, alright?" He smirks and Wolff chuckles, leaning down to kiss the younger man, hands moving to cup his cheek and run through the shorter hair at his nape.

"That's not a promise I can keep, mutt." He whispers against Klaber's lips. "But, if you get tired of me, just put me in the ground, okay, Liebchen?"

"Never."

Translations:

¹ "You better not hurt yourself, Langstrom. I'd hate to have to treat your lacerated throat at the hotel."

#character: klaber #source: indiana jones #misc: chariot writes #type: oc

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