[ He chuckles as his attention is directed back to the road. ] I've got this. [ He considers driving his real talent. Yeah, he's got an actual superpower, but he sucks at using it most of the time. He's actually good at driving even if he drives like an asshole.

He takes the right and drives forward. It'll probably be a little less than five minutes at the rate he's going. He slows down for a brief moment at an intersection he knows has photo radar, otherwise he floors it. All the while he's grinning, bouncing slightly in his seat like a kid about to go on a roller coaster.

Everyone had their vices. Adrenaline was his.

He tenses up as Klaus touches his thigh; he's solid muscle underneath those jeans and he wants the other man to know it. Just build up that anticipation a little more, as if he wasn't already close to pulling over and fucking him up against the car. But a bed would be nicer, and he doesn't really want to have to drive back when he's in that sleepy post-sex daze. ]

Whatever we like, hm? And what do you like? [ His tongue darts out between his teeth, just for a moment. Driving while making out might be dangerous but there's no rule against talking dirty behind the wheel. ] Would you like it if I pinned you against the wall? How 'bout if I pick you up and toss you on the bed? [ A little tame to start, but he's just testing the waters. ]