Even without the words, Obi-Wan knows what Klaus wants, can feel it in every movement and sense it in every word. He can't help but laugh at the comment on the size of him, having never thought of himself as any particular thing, just a man, like so many others.
All he cares now is that he satisfies Klaus. Nothing else matters.
"Here," he murmurs, reaching down to take himself in hand. "Let's go slow at first. I don't want to hurt you." He doesn't know what this body will be like, if somehow it might remember all they've done before, though that doesn't seem possible. This is Klaus, but isn't. The body is new, one Obi-Wan has never touched until now.
He doesn't want it to hurt at all.
Carefully, he nudges the head of his cock against the warmth of Klaus's cunt, a shudder going through him at just how good he still feels. He's achingly hard, but he still goes slowly, pressing himself inside just a bit, then a bit more, watching Klaus's face curiously as he does.
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All he cares now is that he satisfies Klaus. Nothing else matters.
"Here," he murmurs, reaching down to take himself in hand. "Let's go slow at first. I don't want to hurt you." He doesn't know what this body will be like, if somehow it might remember all they've done before, though that doesn't seem possible. This is Klaus, but isn't. The body is new, one Obi-Wan has never touched until now.
He doesn't want it to hurt at all.
Carefully, he nudges the head of his cock against the warmth of Klaus's cunt, a shudder going through him at just how good he still feels. He's achingly hard, but he still goes slowly, pressing himself inside just a bit, then a bit more, watching Klaus's face curiously as he does.