For a moment, Obi-Wan looks positively smug and that only endears him even further to Klaus, who laughs even as he comes, and it's one of the brightest, happiest moments of his entire life.

He makes himself keep his eyes open, staring up at Obi-Wan's face as the pleasure seems to crest once more, just as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard, cock pulsing as he comes deep inside of Klaus's body. The sensation makes him tremble all over, and he clutches hard at Obi-Wan, cunt clenching down around him over and over as he breathes through it.

"Fuck, baby," he gasps out, fingers curling in Obi-Wan's hair as his head falls back to the pillow. Obi's fingers are still resting against his clit and Klaus slides one hand down to cover Obi's, squeezing as he drags their joined hands back up between their bodies. Obi-Wan's fingertips are glistening in the low light, wet from Klaus's cunt, and he gives them a curious look before opening his mouth and reaching out to touch his tongue the pad of Obi's middle finger. Making eye contact with Obi-Wan, he closes his lips around the slick digit, pulling into his mouth and moaning quietly as he tastes himself against Obi-Wan's skin.