It was a good kiss, great really, full of skill and promise and Bill was breathless by the time it broke. They hadn't needed to be there in a different world to have this, but it was the right environment, slightly more carefree than the quiet emptiness of the old houses back where they'd come from. Here in the dark you could forgive all sins, the beat of the music covering breathless noises and the sound their mouths might back pressed together, of fabrics sliding and hands searching.
Klaus' hand up under his shirt stayed and he was aware of each fingertip, warm and welcome. It was a heavenly distraction and Bill trailed his fingers down the side of his neck, tracing the flicker of his pulse.
"Glad I didn't disappoint, love. I'd hate to let you down," he said with a gentle laugh which was quick to fade as Klaus kissed him again. "When you said you could get me anything I didn't think you meant this," Bill teased.