There might come a time where Klaus doesn't visibly react to the slightest bit of praise from Obi-Wan, but it certainly hasn't come yet. He taps Klaus's lip and he shivers with pleasure, cock twitching where it brushes against Obi-Wan's stomach.
It's not just the compliments but the way that Obi-Wan looks at him sometime, most of the time, like he's something precious and irreplaceable, like it's Klaus that he wants, rather than just sex. He can fuck whoever he wants and Klaus is fine with that, as long as he never looks at anyone else this way, like he's in love. It's not something that he needs to worry about; he knows that it's true. This is all for him.
Obi-Wan leans down to kiss him and Klaus prepares for the blunt press of his blissfully big cock, but it doesn't come. Instead Obi holds himself right at the precipice and coaxes Klaus's mouth open with a press of his tongue. Klaus rolls his eyes in fond exasperation before closing them and returning the kiss, sliding his hands up Obi-Wan's back until he can curl them over his shoulders and squeeze.
"I'm not sure that I know how to beg quietly," he whispers against Obi-Wan's mouth, smiling and then nipping at his bottom lip as he hooks his knees over Obi-Wan's hips, squeezing them between his thighs as Klaus tries to drag him in closer. "You're toying with me."
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It's not just the compliments but the way that Obi-Wan looks at him sometime, most of the time, like he's something precious and irreplaceable, like it's Klaus that he wants, rather than just sex. He can fuck whoever he wants and Klaus is fine with that, as long as he never looks at anyone else this way, like he's in love. It's not something that he needs to worry about; he knows that it's true. This is all for him.
Obi-Wan leans down to kiss him and Klaus prepares for the blunt press of his blissfully big cock, but it doesn't come. Instead Obi holds himself right at the precipice and coaxes Klaus's mouth open with a press of his tongue. Klaus rolls his eyes in fond exasperation before closing them and returning the kiss, sliding his hands up Obi-Wan's back until he can curl them over his shoulders and squeeze.
"I'm not sure that I know how to beg quietly," he whispers against Obi-Wan's mouth, smiling and then nipping at his bottom lip as he hooks his knees over Obi-Wan's hips, squeezing them between his thighs as Klaus tries to drag him in closer. "You're toying with me."