"Shh," Obi-Wan answers, although his voice is hoarse with want. "We have to be quiet, remember?"
He backs off a little, enough that he can spill some of the lubricant onto his fingers, using them to press against Klaus's ass. On his knees between Klaus's thighs, Obi-Wan presses one finger inside of him slowly, curling in within his body, easing him open first with one, then two. Even this he loves, the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside Klaus, and he knows what comes next most of the time, but he wouldn't need it to. If this was all Klaus wanted, Obi-Wan would happily, cheerfully bring him off just like this. Just to make him happy.
"How is that?" he asks in a low voice. "How do you feel?"
He leans forward then, braced on his knees, and presses one finger of his free hand against Klaus's lips. With a smile, he says, "But make sure to tell me quietly."
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He backs off a little, enough that he can spill some of the lubricant onto his fingers, using them to press against Klaus's ass. On his knees between Klaus's thighs, Obi-Wan presses one finger inside of him slowly, curling in within his body, easing him open first with one, then two. Even this he loves, the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside Klaus, and he knows what comes next most of the time, but he wouldn't need it to. If this was all Klaus wanted, Obi-Wan would happily, cheerfully bring him off just like this. Just to make him happy.
"How is that?" he asks in a low voice. "How do you feel?"
He leans forward then, braced on his knees, and presses one finger of his free hand against Klaus's lips. With a smile, he says, "But make sure to tell me quietly."