That word always sends a shiver of pleasure through Klaus. It's the highest praise, coming from Obi-Wan, and Klaus hums as he reaches up to curl his fingers around the base of Obi's cock, sucking at him until he's fully hard and rigid against his tongue.
Klaus presses his thumb to the spot at the underside of Obi's cock where it meets his body, rubbing there and stroking down over his balls as he starts to bob his head, keeping his eyes on Obi's face as he does. Eventually he lets his hand fall away, cupping Obi's balls as he relaxes his throat, winking up at Obi-Wan before swallowing him down, taking Obi's cock into his throat slow and steady, until his nose is buried in the soft thatch of hair above his cock.
And then he's lost in the taste and scent of Obi-Wan, lashes fluttering as he moans in pleasure, sliding his other hand up under Obi-Wan's shirt as he takes a moment to simply revel in it.
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Klaus presses his thumb to the spot at the underside of Obi's cock where it meets his body, rubbing there and stroking down over his balls as he starts to bob his head, keeping his eyes on Obi's face as he does. Eventually he lets his hand fall away, cupping Obi's balls as he relaxes his throat, winking up at Obi-Wan before swallowing him down, taking Obi's cock into his throat slow and steady, until his nose is buried in the soft thatch of hair above his cock.
And then he's lost in the taste and scent of Obi-Wan, lashes fluttering as he moans in pleasure, sliding his other hand up under Obi-Wan's shirt as he takes a moment to simply revel in it.