Obi-Wan laughs, unable to help himself, a hot breath against Klaus’s skin as he shifts slightly and changes the angle yet again. This time, despite what he’s just teased, he’s changed the angle to give himself a bit of space between their bodies.

His hand slides between them, down the smooth plane of Klaus’s stomach, over the black lines of his tattoo, then between his legs. His fingers go past Klaus’s clit, touching between them where his cock drives into Klaus with each deep thrust.

And then, only then, he lets his fingers glide over Klaus’s clit. It’s a light touch yet, experimental, wanting to see how Klaus’s body responds before he pushes it too far.