"You?" Klaus asked in mock outrage at the very idea that anyone could accuse Bill of being anything other than a pure delight. "Now I'm offended on your behalf."
But Klaus knew how that could be, of course he often deserved whatever things he was being accused of. It wasn't like he'd made a habit of being the responsible one, the helpful one, the respectful one, he'd only ever been himself, setting fires and watching them burn for the pure joy of it.
And here like this, with Bill pressed close and their bodies moving easily against one another, Klaus felt the heat and the sparks of a flame getting ready to burn as he held on to Bill. Tonight wasn't about what they'd been accused of, it wasn't about having real conversations - this wasn't the sort of place for that. It was about being close, about being right up against one another and sharing this moment where neither one of them had to be anything other than themselves.
Klaus was interested in getting to know Bill better, but not with words, he wanted the heat of his body, and the warmth of those lips against his skin.