Obi-Wan gathers Klaus up in his arms and for a moment he feels so tiny, delicate in Obi’s strong arms, but that only heightens his arousal. Pleasure flows through him a little differently, seeming to take up the entirety of him, settling just under his skin.

When Obi-Wan changes the angle and plunges into him again, Klaus lets out a surprised cry, eyes flying open as he strikes what must be his g-spot. It makes his hips jerk, thighs trembling as he moans again. It’s absurd how close he feels to an orgasm already, and when Obi-Wan kisses him, Klaus returns it hungrily, clutching tightly at Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he rocks his hips to meet each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck.” He only pulls away to breathe, sucking in deep lungfuls of air and moaning again as his head falls back to the pillow. He stares up at Obi-Wan with a dazed sort of awe, whimpering at a particularly good thrust. A thought occurs to him and he laughs, breathless and open-mouthed. “And to think, we haven’t even touched my clit yet. You’re slacking, Kenobi.”