Must be nice, [he sighs, a little wistfully and quite obviously tinted with jealousy. klaus'd love being able to sleep outside and not get cold-- it would've made many nights a helluva lot easier on him in the long run, too. enviousness aside, he wouldn't like burning all his clothes off.] And yeah, you're right about that.
[in spite of himself, he can't help watching billy grab a smoke himself, vivid emerald eyes sparkling beneath the dark of his lashes at the sight of the cigarette lighting itself. well, isn't that convenient? and he's going to pretend he's not thinking about what billy's hands would feel like on his far cooler skin.
his shoulders roll, almost predatorily as he slides closer yet again, filter tucked between his lips and hands on his hips while he exhales another cloud. he tilts his head one way then the other, striving – not that hard – to stifle his grinning by biting his cheek. if it's a fuck billy's looking for, he'll have no trouble convincing klaus to go along.
and to be fair, had he felt threatened, he'd have already turned tail and ran in the opposite direction. knowing all too well what it's like to have nowhere to go, it'd feel kind of nice to give back to someone anyway, even though they've only just met (which hasn't stopped him before, let's be real).]
Billy, [repeats the twiggy spiritist, voice also lowered, suggestively husky while he sidles up beside him to lean an elbow on the car roof, the hand reaching to brush his fingertips across the collar of billy's shirt. he's so close to his skin and yet still so far—] Pleasure to meet you, gorgeous. My name's Klaus. [a beat, just long enough for him to lean his hip against the door and flash his teeth.] Are we just going for a car ride or will I be riding something else as well?
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[in spite of himself, he can't help watching billy grab a smoke himself, vivid emerald eyes sparkling beneath the dark of his lashes at the sight of the cigarette lighting itself. well, isn't that convenient? and he's going to pretend he's not thinking about what billy's hands would feel like on his far cooler skin.
his shoulders roll, almost predatorily as he slides closer yet again, filter tucked between his lips and hands on his hips while he exhales another cloud. he tilts his head one way then the other, striving – not that hard – to stifle his grinning by biting his cheek. if it's a fuck billy's looking for, he'll have no trouble convincing klaus to go along.
and to be fair, had he felt threatened, he'd have already turned tail and ran in the opposite direction. knowing all too well what it's like to have nowhere to go, it'd feel kind of nice to give back to someone anyway, even though they've only just met (which hasn't stopped him before, let's be real).]
Billy, [repeats the twiggy spiritist, voice also lowered, suggestively husky while he sidles up beside him to lean an elbow on the car roof, the hand reaching to brush his fingertips across the collar of billy's shirt. he's so close to his skin and yet still so far—] Pleasure to meet you, gorgeous. My name's Klaus. [a beat, just long enough for him to lean his hip against the door and flash his teeth.] Are we just going for a car ride or will I be riding something else as well?