“Jesus fucking Christ,” Klaus pants out, feeling his eyes roll back in his head as Obi-Wan hits that spot inside of him and bites him at the same time. Obi-Wan is just so fucking hot all the time, with his accent and his way with words and the way he always knows exactly what Klaus needs and how to give it him, even in a body he’s never touched.

“Okay, yeah, whatever you want,” he says with a groan, crying out sharply as Obi’s teeth press into his skin again. He can feel the pressure building at the core of him, spreading outward, and he just takes a breath and leans into it, knowing that Obi-Wan will get him where he needs to be. “Just don’t stop.”