[klaus's eyes light up at the sound of billy's noise, teeth gleaming again in a vivacious grin, his shoulders rolling predatorily. good choice there, obviously, keeping the shorter boy's reaction in mind and he plans on using even that to his advantage—

since it's true? billy's hot shit and he's quite well-aware of it, so what better way to compliment him than the car? commenting on someone's good taste can be quite the potent aphrodisiac; he's done that before too with very little regret and tonight won't be any different.]

Lucky us, there's plenty of garage space when your house spans an entire block. [excessively huge, to be honest, but during moments like these, klaus is rather grateful for it because he really wants to fuck on top of this camaro, despite the possibility of friction burn.]

Then maybe I'll be the one to change that. [even with billy radiating confidence, he's got his own self-assuredness going for him when it comes to stamina and knowing exactly what they both want is soldifying his composure, making him chance a bolder motion of dragging his thumb over the zipper of billy's jeans-- then he abruptly gestures left using his other hand.] Take this left, swing a right then you can pull into the driveway and I'll pop out to open the garage. [another smirk of his own as he leans in, puffs a warm breath against billy's skin, teeth snapping playfully near his neck.] Challenge accepted, Firefly.