"Some of us are just gifted." Often times, when his head was fuzzy and he was far away lost in a haze, these moments were more heated, more desperate so that the illusion created inside the club surrounded by the press of overheated bodies and the thump of music in their chests wasn't shattered with something as ridiculous as talking. You couldn't be disappointed by someone if you never gave them the chance. But he didn't feel the same need to hurry to any sort of conclusion with Bill, he simply enjoyed his time with him, whatever it was they were doing. And drawing him close felt right.
Klaus kept his fingers tucked into the waist of Bill's pants, but didn't press for more, just used it as a touch point, letting his thumb stroke lightly back and forth there against his bare skin as they talked.
He grinned when Bill agreed that he'd had practice at it as well, and then confessed that he'd started going out at what was probably young for many people, seeking out a bit of trouble no doubt, trying to find out a bit more about the world that he was coming. His explorations no doubt more for the pleasure and interested of it, than Klaus need to quiet the dead that were always in his head.
"A little rebel." Klaus said instead of any of what he might have said about it. "I bet they loved you just as much then as they do now." Klaus wasn't blind after all, he'd seen the eyes that had been drawn to Bill, he was a good looking man, of course they were looking, and even when he'd been young, he'd no doubt been attractive in a different sort of way perhaps.