Ah hell, [he curses breathlessly, his hips jolting straight up into billy's hand once it closes around his dick, voice a whimper as he adds,] That's un-fucking-fair.

[then he's being none-too-gently hauled back in by his hair, earning billy a groan that's a mix between pained and pleasured, but the way klaus's eyelids flicker is unmistakable. if the way he squirms isn't enough encouragement,] Leave as many marks as you want, yeah? [should be more than plenty. some people may think hickeys are pointless (maybe even crude or trashy), but he likes being branded. it reminds him of the tryst, gives him pretty bruises and bite-marks and other things he can look at afterward to remind him what'd happened.

had it occurred to him earlier, he might have tried cheating in another way, though as it stands, he's getting far too worked up to continue attempting any act of coyness.] Come on, Billy, can't you feel how hard I am for you? [he whines and rolls his hips again, shuffling back and forth, leaning so his lips graze billy's ear.] God, I need it, baby. Need you to bend me over the hood of this hotrod and give me everything [pause, only so he can squeeze billy's erection through his underwear] you've got.

[and if that still isn't enough, he withdraws, making sure to meet billy's gaze through the thick of his eyelashes, pleading quietly,] Pretty please?