Coming here they could have just got lost inside, not cared enough to open their eyes and found somewhere dark and forgiving. They could have drank so that the edges blurred and memories wouldn't be made, everything hazy when they thought of it. But Bill hadn't even thought about a second drink, not when Klaus was touching him like that. Bill took another drag of his cigarette as he walked his fingers up his inner thigh, rubbing the pads of his fingers along the seam.
It was nice to be held there by the other man's legs, to know that he wanted him there, that he wanted him. It was a heady feeling, being desired like that and Bill was a sucker for it. "I'm all yours, pretty boy," he assured him. He didn't need it, Bill's assurances, but it was nice to hear sometimes.
Bill flicked his cigarette away, his hand moving under his chin to lift it up slightly. "Made to be loved, huh?" He asked softly, as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip. "Want to dance back at my place?" Bill asked.