Klaus grins softly around the tip of Obi-Wan's finger, teeth closing gently around the tip of it before letting it go. He lets his thighs fall open on either side of Obi's hips, stretching out his toes and tipping his head back to make room for Obi-Wan's mouth. The scrape of his beard makes Klaus shiver, and he has to smile when Obi-Wan outright sniffs him, because it's such an intimately weird thing, and he loves it so much.

"Sweet as pie," he teases happily, eyes closed as he drags his hands up Obi-Wan's sides. It feels different being pressed down by him now. He's so much smaller, and he can feel the pressure against his breasts, and the absence of his cock against his legs. His arousal is still at a simmer, cunt aching like it wants another round. Klaus has always had a good refractory period, but this is a little insane.

"But I suppose you'll have to taste it for yourself, darling," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's ear, voice pitched breathy and low, clenching down around his cock again to keep him buried inside.