[ He laughs when Klaus darts over to the passenger side; it's a smug, self-satisfied laugh that some of his lovers adore and some of them hate, but they all end up fucking him regardless. Billy oscillates between excessively aggressive and insufferably cocky with pretty much nothing else in between - well, nothing he wants to show to anyone else, anyway. Other emotions are for when he's alone.
Now that the topic's changed from superpowers to fucking, he leaves the former behind with a striking speed. That's how Billy is: he lives entirely in the moment, whatever's behind him is behind him, and whatever's ahead is a problem for another time. It's like he's always going a hundred miles an hour even when he's standing still.
He's exhausting, and he's reckless. But he's at least an excellent provider of irresponsible forget-the-world fun.
Not ten seconds after he shoves the keys in the ignition, the tires squeal as Billy slams on the gas, and whatever thrash metal song he'd been listening to blares over the radio. With his boot still pressing down on the gas, he leans over and gives the other man a quick peck on the neck; another brief taste of his warmth. Every bit of praise Klaus had given him had worked, had made him ache with desire.
He wants this so badly. He wants it now. But soon'll have to do. ]
How far away're we? Tell me where to go. [ And fast before Billy gets to an intersection and just has to pick a direction. ]
no subject
Now that the topic's changed from superpowers to fucking, he leaves the former behind with a striking speed. That's how Billy is: he lives entirely in the moment, whatever's behind him is behind him, and whatever's ahead is a problem for another time. It's like he's always going a hundred miles an hour even when he's standing still.
He's exhausting, and he's reckless. But he's at least an excellent provider of irresponsible forget-the-world fun.
Not ten seconds after he shoves the keys in the ignition, the tires squeal as Billy slams on the gas, and whatever thrash metal song he'd been listening to blares over the radio. With his boot still pressing down on the gas, he leans over and gives the other man a quick peck on the neck; another brief taste of his warmth. Every bit of praise Klaus had given him had worked, had made him ache with desire.
He wants this so badly. He wants it now. But soon'll have to do. ]
How far away're we? Tell me where to go. [ And fast before Billy gets to an intersection and just has to pick a direction. ]