It was too quiet and Bill could only hear the sound of his own heart in his ears so he flicked his wand once again toward the speaker in the corner of the room. It was just a soft instrumental, something to set the mood, more than they already had.
Bill lifted his arms above his head, grabbing his shirt from the back of his neck and pulling it off. "I might start," he said as he looked down at Klaus's touch, fingertips reaching. They were both pale, smooth skin making an appealing picture. Bill had hieroglyphs tattooed on his chest, delicate lines well healed but all that pale skin still seemed endless as he looked down.
He chuckled as Klaus grabbed his arse and he rocked his hips forward. The skin on skin felt electric and he toyed with the zip on Klaus's trousers, rubbing along the bulge of his cock with his thumb.