As Obi-Wan kisses his way down Klaus’s body, he grabs a pillow and stuffs it under his head to prop himself up a bit, because he wants to watch every single second of this.

“I think I’ll leave it in your capable hands,” Klaus breathes out, reaching down to touch Obi’s chin, dragging his fingertips through his beard and along his jaw, up into his hair where he fists it playfully at his temple. “You’ve never let me down before, sweetheart.”

Klaus grins and bites his bottom lip, letting go of Obi-Wan’s hair as he parts his thighs wider. His cunt is already clenching with need again, wet and messy from the mess they made. He lets out a soft whimper and unbuttons the shirt himself, pulling open so he can see better, and feel the cool morning air against his skin.