Even though he's only just come, Klaus already feels dangerously on edge again already. Obi-Wan is so good at this, insanely good, and he knows that a large part of that is how well they work together, but there's learned skill there. He has technique, and Klaus can't help but to imagine Obi-Wan's face buried between the legs of women with vibrant skin, the two of them sprawled across a bed in some space pod. It doesn't make him jealous, but instead just turns him on even more, drives him even closer to that tipping point.

The pleasure grows and grows into something almost overwhelming, and his breath hitches as his body seizes up. He whimpers and grabs at Obi-Wan's hair but he doesn't stop, and when his orgasm overtakes him, he lets out a cry that's sure to alert the neighbors.

Even though he's in the throes of orgasm, hips twitching under Obi-Wan's grasp, the thought still makes him smile.

It goes on and on, coaxed out of him by Obi-Wan's tongue, and when it crests again, he moans and shakes and comes in a wet rush. Once he realizes what he's done, he lets out a breathless, happy laugh, because of course he'd be a squirter.

"Okay, okay. Down boy," Klaus laughs, whimpering a little and putting his hand on Obi-Wan's face to push him back. "I need to breathe."