“Oh, darling, you know I would never,” he teases before he finally lets his fingers slide along the creases between Klaus’s thighs. He’s warm and still wet and Obi-Wan knows when he lowers his head, he’ll taste himself there as well.

Slowly, though, he uses his fingers to part the lips of Klaus’s cunt, rubbing slowly, exploring, circling the opening with his fingertips before moving back again. And then he lowers his head and presses his lips to Klaus’s clit, a gentle kiss just to start.

“You’re still so familiar,” he murmurs before using the flat of his tongue on Klaus instead, licking slowly, exploring with his mouth and fingers at the same time.