When all the words stopped, Klaus was flying high - it was better than drugs. He knew, he'd tried them all, this kind of high was something you couldn't get any other way, the feeling of know that he wasn't alone and at the same time that the world wasn't so large that there were voices filling his head all vying to be heard over one another.
It was only when Bill slowed again that Klaus felt himself pulled back toward the surface, out of that lovely intoxicating flow that came from the hard quick thrusts of hips that rocked his entire body and knocked everything else out of his head. The hand around his cock was more than enough to get his attention though.
Bill was far too good at this, Klaus decided, it made him just want more, and though Klaus was greedy it was a kind of attachment that he didn't plan on. Though he didn't plan on denying himself either.
His body tensed around Bill as he wrapped a hand around him, "Near there," He groaned lowly, "I want to feel you come," He breathed, "Right there, inside me." It was perhaps more than he'd have asked of someone he was just sleeping with for a night, but Klaus couldn't help himself, he wanted it he wanted all of Bill, condom or not.