A smile touches the corners of Obi-Wan’s mouth, even as he breathes heavily against Klaus’s skin, his fingers rubbing against his clit at the same time. He’s careful, doesn’t put too much pressure, especially now that he’s coming, his body bending, his muscles clenching around Obi-Wan’s cock.

But still, for as good as he feels, a little part of him wants to whisper, I told you so. Somehow he manages to refrain, instead focusing all his energy on dragging out Klaus’s orgasm for as long as he can.

And then, with one final thrust, with the sounds Klaus is making, those breathless sort of moans, with the way his body tightens, Obi-Wan comes, too. It rolls through him, snapping his hips forward as he buries himself inside of Klaus, coming in waves.