Klaus' touch was bold under his waistband and into the ginger trail of hair that started bellow his bellybutton. Even if earlier his body had been right up against him, leaving nothing to the imagination as he'd rocked his hips to the music, this somehow seemed more intimate. It was the quiet and the cooling sweat on his hairline, it was enjoying each others company enough to have something to talk about. It was nice, in a world where Bill felt a little bit alone to have Klaus there and touching him.
When Bill had been sixteen his mother didn't have her famous clock yet, it wasn't until later, when the twins started really getting into trouble that she'd acquired it. That meant Bill had got away with far more than his family probably knew. Bill knew he wanted more than to sit at a desk, to be smart and successful, what he wanted was a bit of adventure and to not be like his parents.
"What can I say," Bill said with a little shrug. "I'm not interested in them right now," he reminded him as he gave Klaus' thigh a gentle squeeze. He wasn't the best looking man in the room, but he was certainly unique, Bill knew he caught people's attention and right now he had Klaus's. "I think you're plenty used to being loved too, huh? Pretty boy like you?"