Not at all, but doesn't mean I'm not gonna bitch about it. [klaus nudges against the hand, sighing quietly in response to the affection, the hiss that follows sounding far more pointed, though.

by the time they're done, his mouth is going to be bruised, he can feel it-- but he hasn't (and doesn't) regret anything so far and noticing the way billy offers his neck in return makes his expression light up like a roman candle. unsurprisingly, there's no hesitation when he dips forward, parts his lips and sinks his teeth right into the curve of billy's neck, applying slight pressure to start drawing blood to the surface.

his hand withdraws just out of the way, letting billy get his boxers down before he reaches back in and fists his cock again, giving a full-length stroke when he thrusts against his leg.] You're damn right I asked nicely, [klaus huffs, his own lips twitching upward, too.

which won't last long, considering billy's wandering hand. he bites down on his shoulder, partially muffling the high-pitched yip attempting to escape while billy moves down his backside and slides two digits against his opening.] Mmph, [a second smothered noise then he withdraws, looping the arm not between them around the other's shoulders.] We might need a little more foreplay, sweetheart... Would you object to being blown?