This is not a scenario in which Klaus has to beg, but the way he says that single word -- please -- still makes Obi-Wan shiver in anticipation rather than cold. He feels utterly debauched already, terribly indecent, wonderfully uncivilized, both of them still decidedly dressed, only Obi-Wan's trousers opened and pushed down, Klaus's skirt bunched up in his fists.

Obi-Wan knows he's never felt this way. Never in his life.

He presses his lips to the side of Klaus's throat, then the skin under his ear as his hips roll and the head of his cock sinks inside of him. He moans, unable to help himself, enveloped by the heat, the tight muscles, and another shiver runs through him as he pulls back and then presses in again.