The compliment makes Klaus flush, because sincere praise might just be the only thing that can bring color to his cheeks these days. Eagerly, he returns the kiss, only breaking away to let out a moan when Obi-Wan presses their bodies together again.
The sound he makes his high pitched and feminine, and Klaus wonders if it’s strange to find the sound of his own moan so arousing. Probably not, really. He finds himself hot all the time. That clone of his running around town is hot, and Klaus probably would have fucked him, given the chance.
Not now, though. No, now there’s only this, and it doesn’t feel like he’s trapped. It feels wonderful.
He wants to experience everything while he’s in this body—- wants Obi-Wan to finger him and eat him out and fuck him in every position there is, but right now he can’t think much beyond getting Obi-Wan’s cock inside of him, because he doesn’t want to spend another second in a body that Obi-Wan hasn’t fucked.
“Obi, please,” he gasps out, panting against the side of Obi-Wan’s head as he shifts to reach down between their bodies to take Obi-Wan’s cock in his hand. “Fuck, you really are huge.”
He laughs breathlessly and strokes his hand up and down the length of him once before spreading his thighs shamelessly wide and trying to guide Obi-Wan inside of him. Vaguely, he wonders if it’ll hurt, if it’ll feel like a first time.
Klaus kind of hopes that it does, so he can have a first time that’s special, one he’ll remember. Perhaps it’s sentimental, but that’s what Obi-Wan does to him.
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The sound he makes his high pitched and feminine, and Klaus wonders if it’s strange to find the sound of his own moan so arousing. Probably not, really. He finds himself hot all the time. That clone of his running around town is hot, and Klaus probably would have fucked him, given the chance.
Not now, though. No, now there’s only this, and it doesn’t feel like he’s trapped. It feels wonderful.
He wants to experience everything while he’s in this body—- wants Obi-Wan to finger him and eat him out and fuck him in every position there is, but right now he can’t think much beyond getting Obi-Wan’s cock inside of him, because he doesn’t want to spend another second in a body that Obi-Wan hasn’t fucked.
“Obi, please,” he gasps out, panting against the side of Obi-Wan’s head as he shifts to reach down between their bodies to take Obi-Wan’s cock in his hand. “Fuck, you really are huge.”
He laughs breathlessly and strokes his hand up and down the length of him once before spreading his thighs shamelessly wide and trying to guide Obi-Wan inside of him. Vaguely, he wonders if it’ll hurt, if it’ll feel like a first time.
Klaus kind of hopes that it does, so he can have a first time that’s special, one he’ll remember. Perhaps it’s sentimental, but that’s what Obi-Wan does to him.