[ He shrugs. ] Haven't felt cold in a decade, at least. Barely even remember what it feels like. [ He can't say he misses it. Cold was always an unpleasant sensation, from what he remembers of it. He's slept outside a few times and he imagines the cold night air isn't that comfortable. ] But yeah, stupidly high. At least I know my limit now.
[ The makeshift joint reminds Billy that he dropped his own unfinished cig on the ground in shock. Figuring he could use a little distraction, he pulls a fresh one out of his jacket pocket. It lights itself as soon as it touches his lips, which wasn't a particularly impressive application of his power but it was one he could reliably control.
He cocks his head to one side at the 'lucky ass cops' comment. Klaus's staring hadn't exactly been subtle, but it puts him somewhat at ease. All of this stuff about academies and superpowers and feeling at home is so foreign to him that he can't help but scrutinize it. Being taken back for a good fuck, on the other hand, was familiar enough to navigate.
God, he was actually starting to consider going along with it. It has to be better than the seedy motel he was shacked up in right now. He just has to keep his guard up and not let this one thing they share - no matter how rare that thing was - trick him into trusting too easily. ]
I'm Billy. [ That gruff, defensive tone he's been employing so far gives way to something lower, more sensual, and he puffs out his chest. Yeah, keep staring. His shirt's unbuttoned for a reason. ] I'll think on that offer. Why don't you come for a ride with me first? [ He idly taps the roof of his car with one hand. ]
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?
[ He tilts his chin upward, examining Klaus from beneath half-lidded eyes. Alright, he was handsome, and it just so happened that he was ticking off a bunch of other boxes too: tall, lean, fair, and very obviously into him. Just the kind of guy Billy likes to have pinned beneath him, moaning his name.
He grins, running his tongue over his teeth in a hungry (and not at all subtle) fashion. ] We'll see. [ But he's just being coy. He already knows the answer's 'yes, you will be riding something else', but he likes to tease.
Klaus brushes his collar, and Billy knows what he wants. To touch him, to see how he feels. He grabs him but the wrist and brings his hand down to the gap in his unbuttoned shirt, pressing it up against his bare chest. Billy's skin is warm, noticeably so; the warmth seems to ebb and flow in tune with his heartbeat.
He's always warm, but he usually suppresses it to something closer to normal levels when someone touches him. No need to do that now, and it excites him enough that he's starting to forget his hesitations about going to this Academy place. ] Get in. [ He releases his grip on Klaus's wrist, gently pushing him back a little as he does. Billy gave him a taste, now he wants to let that anticipation build for what it would feel like to be in his arms, naked, pressed up against him.
[using his attractiveness to get what he wants isn't a foreign concept to klaus. he knows how to play into someone's hand, but he's also rather great at getting them into his own, working them between deft fingers like pliable clay. when he'd called billy 'gorgeous,' it wasn't meant to be taken lightly-- he's more fluently straightforward while high, although it's not as if his thoughts are chaste at all, either.
the way billy looks at him like he's a literal snack is pretty goddamn pleasing; his mouth curves higher before he can stop it, his own dark-ringed eyes becoming half-lidded.] Sounds promising.
[he really shouldn't enjoy being baited this much, but specifically once billy clasps his wrist and urges it against the warm skin beneath his shirt. there's an audible gasp at the sudden heat underneath his tattooed palm, the pads of his fingers ghosting up to the divot between his collarbones then drifting back down to the other male's left side where he gets a fleeting feel of his heartbeat.
then billy's making him withdraw way sooner than he'd like, the coolness returning to his digits almost instantly. he shivers, both at the chill and how he's being told to get into the car, his heels scuffling after he backpedals from the push. jesus christ, comes a thought, the remaining bit of cigarette dropping from his lips and hitting the concrete below. he snuffs it beneath his sneaker, doesn't hesitate to scramble into the passenger side of the camaro, already vibrating with exhilaration.
thank god, klaus has got a need for speed tonight.]
[ 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 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.
[ 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. ]
I've no doubt about that, but it's other people I don't trust. [why does he trust billy at all? well, that's a little harder to explain-- he shouldn't, really, but something about 'freaks needing to stick together' or something heartwarming like that might've briefly flittered through his mind and it seems like they could both use a little normalcy in their lives. what's more normal than a romp between the sheets?
but good god, billy's adorable to watch, hopping up and down in his seat while they fly down the street. he slants the other male a half-lidded glance, fingers gripping tight, quivering on an exhale just as his pulse thuds rapidly.
hearts are wild creatures; thank god for ribcages or else klaus's would have leaped out of his chest already, swept away in the chaotic energy that is billy and his breakneck speeding.
the muscles tensing underneath his hand doesn't slow his heartbeat any, of course. another shaky breath out then he clenches his digits a little harder, applies firmer pressure with his fingertips against the inside of billy's thigh, teeth sinking down on his cheek to muffle a groan. he's gotta admit, the guy's good at finding loopholes.]
What do I like? Hmmm. [two can play at this game.] See, I have to admit, I'd thought about getting fucked on top of your car at least three different times. [should it be that easy to admit to something so vulgar? probably not, but klaus and shame do not go hand-in-hand often.]
They both sound good, honestly. Do I have to choose? Oh, [a moments hesitation, his hold tightening again,] what if I am extremely greedy and say I'd like to do both? Could you handle me more than once?
[ His breath hitches when Klaus mentions being fucked on the Camaro. It's something Billy's done before - it kind of comes with the territory when you date someone who's more attached to his car than he is most people - but that it's the first thing out of Klaus's mouth when he asks him what he likes pleases him.
He's always flattered when someone thinks he's handsome, but he damn well knows he's hot stuff. But he's always found himself more sexually compatible with people who like his car. ]
This place of yours have somewhere private to park? [ Because yes, he's already imagining how nice Klaus would look draped over the hood, pressing up against cold metal and a warm body all at once. ]
If there's something I can't handle more than once I've yet to experience it. [ He'll try anything once, twice, three times, and he gets the feeling his new companion is the same way. Perhaps this one'll actually be on his level. Billy went through lovers at breakneck speed; a known heart-breaker. Why wouldn't he be? No one could handle him (and, yes, he was just an asshole too). ] You think you can keep up with me, pretty-boy? [ He winks, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. ] I'll blow your mind if you can.
[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.
[ He bucks his hips a bit when Klaus runs his thumb over his zipper, letting him get a feel for what he's got beneath those jeans. ] You're an eager one, aren't you? [ But, proud creature that he was, he loves it when someone can't keep their hands off of him.
Billy turns that corner at such a speed that the back end of the car swings out a little, and he can feel the torque push him just slightly in his seat. Hey, there's no fun in driving if you don't take corners so fast you can feel it. ]
You should know I never back down from a challenge. [ So he'll just have to fuck Klaus's brains out. Win-win. His expression changes from confidence to stunned surprise as he pulls into the driveway and sees the sheer size of the building. Every house he's ever lived in seems positively minuscule in comparison. ] This is the place?
Can't help myself, [he admits with a shrug, hand dipping further between billy's legs as he thrusts up, lips still curved high.] I know what I like, what I want and when I want it.
[they whip around the corner and klaus clutches billy's thigh again, lets out an exceedingly giddy laugh then reaches to brace himself by flattening his other hand against the roof and leaning back in the seat, even if he's pressed against the door anyhow. following his hyena-like cackle, he whoops eagerly once they've straightened back out and turned into the driveway, holding steady for a moment before slumping down with a satisfied sigh.]
That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say. [sparing a glance toward the mansion, he shrugs, adds after a second,] Sure is. Ridiculous, ain't it? [then he rolls his eyes, undoes his seatbelt and moves to peck billy's cheek, hurriedly climbing out of the car so he can get the garage door open (but also avoid more questions).]
Good. When we get inside, you do exactly what you want, and I will, too. [ He practically purrs those words out. Billy's always prided himself on being the sexual awakening for a lot of his male partners, but he was growing tired of those blushing, nervous sorts. He was craving a partner who'd just act on every filthy thought they were having about him. Maybe tonight was his lucky night.
He can't help but smile (a genuine smile rather than a shit-eating grin, even) at Klaus's reaction when they turn the corner. That little move usually resulted in a smack on the shoulder and a 'stop driving like that'. Klaus is wild and reckless and that only makes Billy want him more.
Pulling his car into the garage, Billy's got nothing else to say about the mansion. Questions could wait. He wings the door open, his heavy boots slamming against the floor as he lifts himself out of the car. ] Well? [ He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it through the open car window, leaving his unbuttoned shirt hanging down around his broad shoulders. ] Come and get me.
[sounds promising, but a little disconcerting as well. klaus knows what he likes, not exactly what billy does, which makes him worry about making the wrong move at some point and getting beaten in a far less fun sort of way. lucky for the taller of them, billy had said what he did or else he might've second-guessed himself, high or not.
although he has to admit, getting to see an actual smile on the pyrokinetic's face was extremely gratifying. it's also helping reboost his confidence so that when the car is inside, his first instinct is to go for billy rather than moving to shut the door. with the camaro sitting how it is, they won't have to concern themselves with someone poking their nose in where it doesn't belong, even if that wouldn't bother klaus any. let people get their jollies however they can, honestly.
he's already around the front of the car and at billy's side literal seconds after he's been told to come get him, crowding back into the other man's space, both hands splaying across his bare chest and drifting up to his shoulders.] You know, normally, I'd be the one saying something like that? [while he asks, his fingers curl, nails raking back down billy's chest as he brushes their lips together.] But for once, I'm not complaining about the chase.
What can I say, I like to defy expectations. [ He returns the kiss, forceful and messy, shoving his tongue between Klaus's parted lips as he went at him with an insatiable hunger. As he starts to withdraw (hey, he's gotta breathe eventually) he nips at Klaus's bottom lip, just enough to pinch, then smiles at him cheekily when he pulls away.
He bucks his hips, crotch brushing against the taller man's thigh as he feels that familiar stirring in his loins. This was usually the part where he'd have to start actively suppressing his abilities so his partner didn't know that anything was 'off', but now he could just let loose and enjoy himself. ] Y'know what? I think you're the first person who gets to feel this. [ He says it like it's a privilege, to be the first sexual partner to see him as he really is.
Billy shakes the rest of his shirt off and wraps one arm around the other man's shoulders, yanking him in close enough that he's pressed right up against his bare chest. He's already warm and with every buck of his hips he grows warmer, heat rippling through him like a pulse. ]
[the reciprocation is eager, if not a little more than he'd been expecting, but that's not a complaint. he whimpers at the tongue slipping past his lips, coaxes billy further into his mouth, squirming against him expectantly, his fingertips drifting across the long pink lines he's left behind. a surprised yelp is all klaus manages in response to the slight pressure on his lower lip at first then he momentarily bumps their foreheads together, affectionate and warm, just before billy withdraws.
damn, billy's grinding along his thigh isn't making him any less hard. for once, he's grateful he had slipped out of his coat after helping billy get the car inside because he wouldn't have been able to really experience what's about to happen.] Come now, Firestarter, give yourself some credit. I can't have been the only one you—
[but klaus hesitates mid-way through his rambling, blinking almost confusedly (though he's not ungrateful) as billy slides the rest of the way out of his shirt. being tugged in and pressed completely flush against the blond's torso earns an abrupt gasp, followed by a thready moan while he circles one arm around billy's shoulders then lowers the other to hook underneath the hem of his own shirt and pull it up so they can have some extra skin contact.] God, [he sighs against billy's mouth, breathless, eyelashes fluttering.] You're so fucking warm...
[ He laughs softly, pleased with the reaction. ] You like it? [ He was playing it cool but he was secretly a little nervous that this move of his would fall flat, or worse, put Klaus off entirely. Billy's got a lot of experience, sexually, and an adventurous spirit like him has tried basically everything he wants to try by now. Getting to do something new was a rare treat.
Come to think of it, getting a positive reaction to his powers was just as rare.
Billy tugs at Klaus's shirt further, sliding a warm hand over the curve of his spine. He's so fair and slender, a stark contrast to Billy's bulky muscle and golden tan. That just so happens to be Billy's exact type, and he's longing to see Klaus naked. He yanks at the shirt again, just as a hint. ]
Funny, I thought my zipper'd be undone by now. [ He thrusts again. He's half-hard now and his pants are about to start feeling awfully tight, but he wants Klaus to be the one to undo them and slide them down his legs. Let him have a feel before he sees the full package. ]
Mm-hmmm, [he hums emphatically, unable to keep his mouth from curving, more specifically when he lets go of his shirt and reaches to thumb across billy's jawline until he can curl his other fingers against the side of his neck.] Don't know if you noticed, I'm a little chillier than most other people.
[meaning wherever (or whatever or whoever) he can sap heat from, klaus's going to do just that, which is why he's going to be reluctant to pull away once he needs to move and get billy's pants down. his eyes flicker downward as soon as billy reaches around to touch his back, heavy lashes fluttering, an appreciative moan slipping free while he admires the difference in their skin-tones, how small billy's arm really makes his waist look-- it's almost too much all at once, but the second yank on his shirt jolts him back to reality.]
O-Oh. Right, uhm. [to make up for the sudden fumble, he plants both hands on billy's chest and pushes back, putting a small distance between them long enough to get his shirt off then he lowers his gaze further, faintly chewing his cheek during the slight pause. thanks to his telekinesis, klaus has gotten the button and zipper undone, leaving his hands free to roam before immediately moving to push the jeans down soon as he's able, impatience blatant in the way he rolls his own hips this time.] Hope that'll make up for my being slow?
If not, well... [he tips his head suggestively, darts his tongue across his lips then bites the lower one.] Bet I've got another way I could make up for it.
[ He slides his hand down Klaus's back giving his ass a firm squeeze. ] I know a way to get you real nice and warm. [ By sticking his dick deep inside of him, of course, if the squeeze wasn't hint enough.
He likes the way Klaus is clinging to him, but he's here to fuck, not to cuddle. They can spoon all they like after the fact but neither of them, it seems, have the patience for it right now. He looks down, surprised to see his jeans undone without anyone even touching them, but - that's right, this guy had telekinesis, too. Given that he was using his own powers to enhance the situation he can hardly call it unfair, and the offer to make up for it tantalizes him. ]
Show me. [ Billy growls, his fierce blue eyes fixated on the other man's bare chest.
He kicks off his boots so he can step out of his pants as Klaus pushes them down, nothing but underwear covering his increasingly hard cock. ]
[another motion that has his body trembling, shoulders bobbing, half-lidded eyes returning to billy's face after the comment. there's no subtlety there, honestly, and klaus even shifts backward against billy's hand, making sure he knows how much he enjoys the sensation.
for the second time since they'd gotten here, his heartbeat skips, although it's because he's being told what to do with such force-- it almost makes him question himself. instead though, he smirks wider and withdraws his hands, moving them to the button and zip of his own pants to get them open while he toes out of his hightops.]
Man, you're lucky I'm too goddamn horny to act like a brat right now.
[he's thinking about it still, even when he finally gets the leather and lace shoved off his own hips, revealing that he's absolutely not wearing anything underneath as he forces them down his thighs.] Or else I'd say, "Make me."
Somehow - [ He reaches down and wraps his fingers around Klaus's exposed cock. ] - I don't think I'd have any trouble with that.
[ With his other hand, he grabs the back of Klaus's neck, pulling hair as he wrenches him forward. He kisses his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a purple bruise where his lips were. Sure, maybe Billy was a bit old to be giving hickeys, but fuck it, he wanted to leave marks all over that beautiful, delicate body, wanted to give the other man a little reminder that he'd been claimed.
Klaus was fully nude, and Billy's length was still hidden by his boxers. He was going to use that to his advantage now, because Klaus might be a bit too horny to act like a brat but Billy sure as hell wasn't. ] If you wanna see what I've got, [ He grunts, thrusting his hips forward as his hand pumps up and down Klaus's cock a single time. ] Tell me how much you want it.
Ah hell, [he curses breathlessly, his hips jolting straight up into billy's hand once it closes around his dick, voice a whimper as he adds,] That's un-fucking-fair.
[then he's being none-too-gently hauled back in by his hair, earning billy a groan that's a mix between pained and pleasured, but the way klaus's eyelids flicker is unmistakable. if the way he squirms isn't enough encouragement,] Leave as many marks as you want, yeah? [should be more than plenty. some people may think hickeys are pointless (maybe even crude or trashy), but he likes being branded. it reminds him of the tryst, gives him pretty bruises and bite-marks and other things he can look at afterward to remind him what'd happened.
had it occurred to him earlier, he might have tried cheating in another way, though as it stands, he's getting far too worked up to continue attempting any act of coyness.] Come on, Billy, can't you feel how hard I am for you? [he whines and rolls his hips again, shuffling back and forth, leaning so his lips graze billy's ear.] God, I need it, baby. Need you to bend me over the hood of this hotrod and give me everything [pause, only so he can squeeze billy's erection through his underwear] you've got.
[and if that still isn't enough, he withdraws, making sure to meet billy's gaze through the thick of his eyelashes, pleading quietly,] Pretty please?
[ He strokes Klaus on the cheek. ] Do I look like the type of guy who plays fair, darling?
[ And then he dips his head back down for another rough kiss (with some teeth this time, because there's nothing Billy loves more than a good bite, giving and receiving. He tilts his head to one side when he pulls away, offering Klaus a chance to give him a mark of his own.
He moans when Klaus grabs his cock and...well, Billy's never been the patient type, so he's more than satisfied with the begging. Releasing his grip on Klaus's cock, he pulls the elastic waistband down around his throbbing dick and lets his boxers fall to the ground, bucking forward again so he can finally feel his bare skin against the other man's thigh. ] Alright, since you asked so nicely.
[ Billy smiles and reaches around again, tracing his hand down Klaus's spine to his ass. He slips one finger inside, then another, gently massaging around his entrance to get him nice and prepared to take his cock. ] Just let me know when you're ready for me, 'kay?
Not at all, but doesn't mean I'm not gonna bitch about it. [klaus nudges against the hand, sighing quietly in response to the affection, the hiss that follows sounding far more pointed, though.
by the time they're done, his mouth is going to be bruised, he can feel it-- but he hasn't (and doesn't) regret anything so far and noticing the way billy offers his neck in return makes his expression light up like a roman candle. unsurprisingly, there's no hesitation when he dips forward, parts his lips and sinks his teeth right into the curve of billy's neck, applying slight pressure to start drawing blood to the surface.
his hand withdraws just out of the way, letting billy get his boxers down before he reaches back in and fists his cock again, giving a full-length stroke when he thrusts against his leg.] You're damn right I asked nicely, [klaus huffs, his own lips twitching upward, too.
which won't last long, considering billy's wandering hand. he bites down on his shoulder, partially muffling the high-pitched yip attempting to escape while billy moves down his backside and slides two digits against his opening.] Mmph, [a second smothered noise then he withdraws, looping the arm not between them around the other's shoulders.] We might need a little more foreplay, sweetheart... Would you object to being blown?
[ The teeth on his neck make him shiver, digging his fingertips deep into Klaus's back. Klaus had more bite than Billy expected, for someone who looked awfully delicate. He's almost too perfect, Billy'd be wondering what the catch was if he wasn't too aroused to focus on much else.
He huffs a little when Klaus suggests more foreplay - he's so eager he has to keep himself from shoving him down on the hood right now, Billy was a good fuck but never the master of foreplay - but those soft, pink lips did seem well-suited to sucking his dick.
He licks his lips, tracing a finger along Klaus's jawline ]. I s'pose I can let you have a little taste first. [ Withdrawing his fingers, he pushes down on Klaus's shoulders with both hands. ]
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[ The makeshift joint reminds Billy that he dropped his own unfinished cig on the ground in shock. Figuring he could use a little distraction, he pulls a fresh one out of his jacket pocket. It lights itself as soon as it touches his lips, which wasn't a particularly impressive application of his power but it was one he could reliably control.
He cocks his head to one side at the 'lucky ass cops' comment. Klaus's staring hadn't exactly been subtle, but it puts him somewhat at ease. All of this stuff about academies and superpowers and feeling at home is so foreign to him that he can't help but scrutinize it. Being taken back for a good fuck, on the other hand, was familiar enough to navigate.
God, he was actually starting to consider going along with it. It has to be better than the seedy motel he was shacked up in right now. He just has to keep his guard up and not let this one thing they share - no matter how rare that thing was - trick him into trusting too easily. ]
I'm Billy. [ That gruff, defensive tone he's been employing so far gives way to something lower, more sensual, and he puffs out his chest. Yeah, keep staring. His shirt's unbuttoned for a reason. ] I'll think on that offer. Why don't you come for a ride with me first? [ He idly taps the roof of his car with one hand. ]
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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?
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He grins, running his tongue over his teeth in a hungry (and not at all subtle) fashion. ] We'll see. [ But he's just being coy. He already knows the answer's 'yes, you will be riding something else', but he likes to tease.
Klaus brushes his collar, and Billy knows what he wants. To touch him, to see how he feels. He grabs him but the wrist and brings his hand down to the gap in his unbuttoned shirt, pressing it up against his bare chest. Billy's skin is warm, noticeably so; the warmth seems to ebb and flow in tune with his heartbeat.
He's always warm, but he usually suppresses it to something closer to normal levels when someone touches him. No need to do that now, and it excites him enough that he's starting to forget his hesitations about going to this Academy place. ] Get in. [ He releases his grip on Klaus's wrist, gently pushing him back a little as he does. Billy gave him a taste, now he wants to let that anticipation build for what it would feel like to be in his arms, naked, pressed up against him.
At least Billy's a fast driver. ]
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the way billy looks at him like he's a literal snack is pretty goddamn pleasing; his mouth curves higher before he can stop it, his own dark-ringed eyes becoming half-lidded.] Sounds promising.
[he really shouldn't enjoy being baited this much, but specifically once billy clasps his wrist and urges it against the warm skin beneath his shirt. there's an audible gasp at the sudden heat underneath his tattooed palm, the pads of his fingers ghosting up to the divot between his collarbones then drifting back down to the other male's left side where he gets a fleeting feel of his heartbeat.
then billy's making him withdraw way sooner than he'd like, the coolness returning to his digits almost instantly. he shivers, both at the chill and how he's being told to get into the car, his heels scuffling after he backpedals from the push. jesus christ, comes a thought, the remaining bit of cigarette dropping from his lips and hitting the concrete below. he snuffs it beneath his sneaker, doesn't hesitate to scramble into the passenger side of the camaro, already vibrating with exhilaration.
thank god, klaus has got a need for speed tonight.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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but good god, billy's adorable to watch, hopping up and down in his seat while they fly down the street. he slants the other male a half-lidded glance, fingers gripping tight, quivering on an exhale just as his pulse thuds rapidly.
hearts are wild creatures; thank god for ribcages or else klaus's would have leaped out of his chest already, swept away in the chaotic energy that is billy and his breakneck speeding.
the muscles tensing underneath his hand doesn't slow his heartbeat any, of course. another shaky breath out then he clenches his digits a little harder, applies firmer pressure with his fingertips against the inside of billy's thigh, teeth sinking down on his cheek to muffle a groan. he's gotta admit, the guy's good at finding loopholes.]
What do I like? Hmmm. [two can play at this game.] See, I have to admit, I'd thought about getting fucked on top of your car at least three different times. [should it be that easy to admit to something so vulgar? probably not, but klaus and shame do not go hand-in-hand often.]
They both sound good, honestly. Do I have to choose? Oh, [a moments hesitation, his hold tightening again,] what if I am extremely greedy and say I'd like to do both? Could you handle me more than once?
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He's always flattered when someone thinks he's handsome, but he damn well knows he's hot stuff. But he's always found himself more sexually compatible with people who like his car. ]
This place of yours have somewhere private to park? [ Because yes, he's already imagining how nice Klaus would look draped over the hood, pressing up against cold metal and a warm body all at once. ]
If there's something I can't handle more than once I've yet to experience it. [ He'll try anything once, twice, three times, and he gets the feeling his new companion is the same way. Perhaps this one'll actually be on his level. Billy went through lovers at breakneck speed; a known heart-breaker. Why wouldn't he be? No one could handle him (and, yes, he was just an asshole too). ] You think you can keep up with me, pretty-boy? [ He winks, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. ] I'll blow your mind if you can.
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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.
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Billy turns that corner at such a speed that the back end of the car swings out a little, and he can feel the torque push him just slightly in his seat. Hey, there's no fun in driving if you don't take corners so fast you can feel it. ]
You should know I never back down from a challenge. [ So he'll just have to fuck Klaus's brains out. Win-win. His expression changes from confidence to stunned surprise as he pulls into the driveway and sees the sheer size of the building. Every house he's ever lived in seems positively minuscule in comparison. ] This is the place?
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[they whip around the corner and klaus clutches billy's thigh again, lets out an exceedingly giddy laugh then reaches to brace himself by flattening his other hand against the roof and leaning back in the seat, even if he's pressed against the door anyhow. following his hyena-like cackle, he whoops eagerly once they've straightened back out and turned into the driveway, holding steady for a moment before slumping down with a satisfied sigh.]
That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say. [sparing a glance toward the mansion, he shrugs, adds after a second,] Sure is. Ridiculous, ain't it? [then he rolls his eyes, undoes his seatbelt and moves to peck billy's cheek, hurriedly climbing out of the car so he can get the garage door open (but also avoid more questions).]
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He can't help but smile (a genuine smile rather than a shit-eating grin, even) at Klaus's reaction when they turn the corner. That little move usually resulted in a smack on the shoulder and a 'stop driving like that'. Klaus is wild and reckless and that only makes Billy want him more.
Pulling his car into the garage, Billy's got nothing else to say about the mansion. Questions could wait. He wings the door open, his heavy boots slamming against the floor as he lifts himself out of the car. ] Well? [ He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it through the open car window, leaving his unbuttoned shirt hanging down around his broad shoulders. ] Come and get me.
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although he has to admit, getting to see an actual smile on the pyrokinetic's face was extremely gratifying. it's also helping reboost his confidence so that when the car is inside, his first instinct is to go for billy rather than moving to shut the door. with the camaro sitting how it is, they won't have to concern themselves with someone poking their nose in where it doesn't belong, even if that wouldn't bother klaus any. let people get their jollies however they can, honestly.
he's already around the front of the car and at billy's side literal seconds after he's been told to come get him, crowding back into the other man's space, both hands splaying across his bare chest and drifting up to his shoulders.] You know, normally, I'd be the one saying something like that? [while he asks, his fingers curl, nails raking back down billy's chest as he brushes their lips together.] But for once, I'm not complaining about the chase.
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He bucks his hips, crotch brushing against the taller man's thigh as he feels that familiar stirring in his loins. This was usually the part where he'd have to start actively suppressing his abilities so his partner didn't know that anything was 'off', but now he could just let loose and enjoy himself. ] Y'know what? I think you're the first person who gets to feel this. [ He says it like it's a privilege, to be the first sexual partner to see him as he really is.
Billy shakes the rest of his shirt off and wraps one arm around the other man's shoulders, yanking him in close enough that he's pressed right up against his bare chest. He's already warm and with every buck of his hips he grows warmer, heat rippling through him like a pulse. ]
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damn, billy's grinding along his thigh isn't making him any less hard. for once, he's grateful he had slipped out of his coat after helping billy get the car inside because he wouldn't have been able to really experience what's about to happen.] Come now, Firestarter, give yourself some credit. I can't have been the only one you—
[but klaus hesitates mid-way through his rambling, blinking almost confusedly (though he's not ungrateful) as billy slides the rest of the way out of his shirt. being tugged in and pressed completely flush against the blond's torso earns an abrupt gasp, followed by a thready moan while he circles one arm around billy's shoulders then lowers the other to hook underneath the hem of his own shirt and pull it up so they can have some extra skin contact.] God, [he sighs against billy's mouth, breathless, eyelashes fluttering.] You're so fucking warm...
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Come to think of it, getting a positive reaction to his powers was just as rare.
Billy tugs at Klaus's shirt further, sliding a warm hand over the curve of his spine. He's so fair and slender, a stark contrast to Billy's bulky muscle and golden tan. That just so happens to be Billy's exact type, and he's longing to see Klaus naked. He yanks at the shirt again, just as a hint. ]
Funny, I thought my zipper'd be undone by now. [ He thrusts again. He's half-hard now and his pants are about to start feeling awfully tight, but he wants Klaus to be the one to undo them and slide them down his legs. Let him have a feel before he sees the full package. ]
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[meaning wherever (or whatever or whoever) he can sap heat from, klaus's going to do just that, which is why he's going to be reluctant to pull away once he needs to move and get billy's pants down. his eyes flicker downward as soon as billy reaches around to touch his back, heavy lashes fluttering, an appreciative moan slipping free while he admires the difference in their skin-tones, how small billy's arm really makes his waist look-- it's almost too much all at once, but the second yank on his shirt jolts him back to reality.]
O-Oh. Right, uhm. [to make up for the sudden fumble, he plants both hands on billy's chest and pushes back, putting a small distance between them long enough to get his shirt off then he lowers his gaze further, faintly chewing his cheek during the slight pause. thanks to his telekinesis, klaus has gotten the button and zipper undone, leaving his hands free to roam before immediately moving to push the jeans down soon as he's able, impatience blatant in the way he rolls his own hips this time.] Hope that'll make up for my being slow?
If not, well... [he tips his head suggestively, darts his tongue across his lips then bites the lower one.] Bet I've got another way I could make up for it.
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He likes the way Klaus is clinging to him, but he's here to fuck, not to cuddle. They can spoon all they like after the fact but neither of them, it seems, have the patience for it right now. He looks down, surprised to see his jeans undone without anyone even touching them, but - that's right, this guy had telekinesis, too. Given that he was using his own powers to enhance the situation he can hardly call it unfair, and the offer to make up for it tantalizes him. ]
Show me. [ Billy growls, his fierce blue eyes fixated on the other man's bare chest.
He kicks off his boots so he can step out of his pants as Klaus pushes them down, nothing but underwear covering his increasingly hard cock. ]
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for the second time since they'd gotten here, his heartbeat skips, although it's because he's being told what to do with such force-- it almost makes him question himself. instead though, he smirks wider and withdraws his hands, moving them to the button and zip of his own pants to get them open while he toes out of his hightops.]
Man, you're lucky I'm too goddamn horny to act like a brat right now.
[he's thinking about it still, even when he finally gets the leather and lace shoved off his own hips, revealing that he's absolutely not wearing anything underneath as he forces them down his thighs.] Or else I'd say, "Make me."
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[ With his other hand, he grabs the back of Klaus's neck, pulling hair as he wrenches him forward. He kisses his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a purple bruise where his lips were. Sure, maybe Billy was a bit old to be giving hickeys, but fuck it, he wanted to leave marks all over that beautiful, delicate body, wanted to give the other man a little reminder that he'd been claimed.
Klaus was fully nude, and Billy's length was still hidden by his boxers. He was going to use that to his advantage now, because Klaus might be a bit too horny to act like a brat but Billy sure as hell wasn't. ] If you wanna see what I've got, [ He grunts, thrusting his hips forward as his hand pumps up and down Klaus's cock a single time. ] Tell me how much you want it.
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[then he's being none-too-gently hauled back in by his hair, earning billy a groan that's a mix between pained and pleasured, but the way klaus's eyelids flicker is unmistakable. if the way he squirms isn't enough encouragement,] Leave as many marks as you want, yeah? [should be more than plenty. some people may think hickeys are pointless (maybe even crude or trashy), but he likes being branded. it reminds him of the tryst, gives him pretty bruises and bite-marks and other things he can look at afterward to remind him what'd happened.
had it occurred to him earlier, he might have tried cheating in another way, though as it stands, he's getting far too worked up to continue attempting any act of coyness.] Come on, Billy, can't you feel how hard I am for you? [he whines and rolls his hips again, shuffling back and forth, leaning so his lips graze billy's ear.] God, I need it, baby. Need you to bend me over the hood of this hotrod and give me everything [pause, only so he can squeeze billy's erection through his underwear] you've got.
[and if that still isn't enough, he withdraws, making sure to meet billy's gaze through the thick of his eyelashes, pleading quietly,] Pretty please?
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[ And then he dips his head back down for another rough kiss (with some teeth this time, because there's nothing Billy loves more than a good bite, giving and receiving. He tilts his head to one side when he pulls away, offering Klaus a chance to give him a mark of his own.
He moans when Klaus grabs his cock and...well, Billy's never been the patient type, so he's more than satisfied with the begging. Releasing his grip on Klaus's cock, he pulls the elastic waistband down around his throbbing dick and lets his boxers fall to the ground, bucking forward again so he can finally feel his bare skin against the other man's thigh. ] Alright, since you asked so nicely.
[ Billy smiles and reaches around again, tracing his hand down Klaus's spine to his ass. He slips one finger inside, then another, gently massaging around his entrance to get him nice and prepared to take his cock. ] Just let me know when you're ready for me, 'kay?
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by the time they're done, his mouth is going to be bruised, he can feel it-- but he hasn't (and doesn't) regret anything so far and noticing the way billy offers his neck in return makes his expression light up like a roman candle. unsurprisingly, there's no hesitation when he dips forward, parts his lips and sinks his teeth right into the curve of billy's neck, applying slight pressure to start drawing blood to the surface.
his hand withdraws just out of the way, letting billy get his boxers down before he reaches back in and fists his cock again, giving a full-length stroke when he thrusts against his leg.] You're damn right I asked nicely, [klaus huffs, his own lips twitching upward, too.
which won't last long, considering billy's wandering hand. he bites down on his shoulder, partially muffling the high-pitched yip attempting to escape while billy moves down his backside and slides two digits against his opening.] Mmph, [a second smothered noise then he withdraws, looping the arm not between them around the other's shoulders.] We might need a little more foreplay, sweetheart... Would you object to being blown?
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He huffs a little when Klaus suggests more foreplay - he's so eager he has to keep himself from shoving him down on the hood right now, Billy was a good fuck but never the master of foreplay - but those soft, pink lips did seem well-suited to sucking his dick.
He licks his lips, tracing a finger along Klaus's jawline ]. I s'pose I can let you have a little taste first. [ Withdrawing his fingers, he pushes down on Klaus's shoulders with both hands. ]
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