Even though he’s only just come, Klaus is still so aroused that he shivers with it, feeling that desire pulse at the apex of his thighs. It flows through him, makes his inner thigh tremble as Obi-Wan kisses it, but Klaus takes a breath and forces himself to be patient.

Instead of rushing for a finish line, he relaxes his shoulders a bit and watches Obi’s mouth meet his skin so tenderly, so slowly that he must be doing it on purpose. His legs are open wide and he feels more exposed in this body, split open to the core. He’s so wet that he’s practically messy with it, and he watches with a dazed sort of awe as Obi-Wan’a tongue drags through the crease of his thigh. It makes him let one another quiet whimper, almost plaintive in its neediness.

“Obi,” he gasps out, smiling as he reaches down to slide his fingers into Obi-Wan’s hair and give it a playful tug. “I think you just might kill me.”