"Hello there," Obi-Wan answers, looking at Klaus with another smile. "I guess I'm done my breakfast, aren't I?"
He had mostly been done anyway and he's certainly not opposed to being interrupted in such a manner. Klaus's libido may be stronger than anyone else Obi-Wan has ever been with, but he likes to think he can match it, at least most of the time. Certainly he's not tired.
Setting down his utensils, Obi-Wan takes Klaus's narrow hips in his hands. Even now, with the curves he didn't used to have, he's thin, smaller than Obi-Wan is by quite a bit, and Obi-Wan knows he isn't an overly large man. Klaus has never, until this day, been smaller than he is. His thumbs rub over Klaus's hips, stroking the silky material of the robe across his skin.
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He had mostly been done anyway and he's certainly not opposed to being interrupted in such a manner. Klaus's libido may be stronger than anyone else Obi-Wan has ever been with, but he likes to think he can match it, at least most of the time. Certainly he's not tired.
Setting down his utensils, Obi-Wan takes Klaus's narrow hips in his hands. Even now, with the curves he didn't used to have, he's thin, smaller than Obi-Wan is by quite a bit, and Obi-Wan knows he isn't an overly large man. Klaus has never, until this day, been smaller than he is. His thumbs rub over Klaus's hips, stroking the silky material of the robe across his skin.