[no matter which one billy decides to put up as a front, he's had his fair share of aggressive and cocky – sometimes together, sometimes not – but there's always been one way klaus has seen to win: challenge them. they'll either back down or step up and handle their shit, whether verbally or physically, and klaus isn't new to either. keeping emotions he doesn't want other people to see under wraps is something else he's mastered; it's far easier to let them think he has zero problems when it's the direct opposite every day.

although, he's always liked being handled a little roughly anyhow, so what would change that now? and going zero to a hundred has always been a plus in his book when it comes to a good old-fashioned joyride.

his seatbelt gets clicked into place seconds before billy lays on the gas, pressing him against the backrest, mouth falling open in a surprised gasp. goddamn, this car is sensational, but klaus would argue the male controlling it's far more extraordinary. feeling the heat of billy's mouth at his neck makes him simulatenously lean closer and peer down, the grin upturning his lips extra devious as he reaches to clasp billy's knee.]

Take the next right up here, [he manages somehow, exhaling a shaky breath, fingers gripping firmer while he begins sliding them higher on billy's leg.] Drive forrr... five or so minutes? Then I'll tell you where to go from there.

[until then, klaus's one hand finally reaches billy's thigh, kneading across the inside, his other reaching to cup the side of his neck and squeeze-- before he directs billy's attention back to the road by turning his chin. he's eager too, but he very much likes being alive, thanks.]

Don't worry, sweetness, we'll have plenty of time to do whatever we like once we're there.