Mm-hmmm, [he hums emphatically, unable to keep his mouth from curving, more specifically when he lets go of his shirt and reaches to thumb across billy's jawline until he can curl his other fingers against the side of his neck.] Don't know if you noticed, I'm a little chillier than most other people.

[meaning wherever (or whatever or whoever) he can sap heat from, klaus's going to do just that, which is why he's going to be reluctant to pull away once he needs to move and get billy's pants down. his eyes flicker downward as soon as billy reaches around to touch his back, heavy lashes fluttering, an appreciative moan slipping free while he admires the difference in their skin-tones, how small billy's arm really makes his waist look-- it's almost too much all at once, but the second yank on his shirt jolts him back to reality.]

O-Oh. Right, uhm. [to make up for the sudden fumble, he plants both hands on billy's chest and pushes back, putting a small distance between them long enough to get his shirt off then he lowers his gaze further, faintly chewing his cheek during the slight pause. thanks to his telekinesis, klaus has gotten the button and zipper undone, leaving his hands free to roam before immediately moving to push the jeans down soon as he's able, impatience blatant in the way he rolls his own hips this time.] Hope that'll make up for my being slow?

If not, well... [he tips his head suggestively, darts his tongue across his lips then bites the lower one.] Bet I've got another way I could make up for it.