Obi-Wan moves slowly, methodically, taking his time to learn every new inch of his body, and Klaus makes himself keep his eyes open to watch. He doesn't want to miss a second of this, and he continues watching as he pants, hips rocking the slightest bit because he just can't help it. Sweat glistens on his chest and his fingers twist in the sheets because it feels so, so good and he doesn't want it to stop, even though he feels a little like he's going insane.
By the time Obi-Wan's lips brush his clit, he's wound up enough that the touch makes him yelp, hips jerking as he presses his feet against Obi-Wan's flanks.
"Do I still feel the same?" He pants out, finally closing his eyes and arching his back as Obi-Wan licks at him, sending fire through his veins. Obi-Wan will know what he's asking. Obviously he doesn't feel the same physically, but does he feel the same inside, in the Force?
"I want you to feel me." His voice is thin and breathy, and he lets out another low moan, toes flexing and then curling. "Feel what you're doing to me."
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By the time Obi-Wan's lips brush his clit, he's wound up enough that the touch makes him yelp, hips jerking as he presses his feet against Obi-Wan's flanks.
"Do I still feel the same?" He pants out, finally closing his eyes and arching his back as Obi-Wan licks at him, sending fire through his veins. Obi-Wan will know what he's asking. Obviously he doesn't feel the same physically, but does he feel the same inside, in the Force?
"I want you to feel me." His voice is thin and breathy, and he lets out another low moan, toes flexing and then curling. "Feel what you're doing to me."