"I know, I know," Klaus assures him, because he isn't a teenager anymore and the tile is a little too much for his knees, but he still wants to a moment for this. As he turns his head to press a line of kisses along the side of Obi-Wan's cock, he reaches up to take it in his hand, humming his approval as is stiffens further in his palm.

Obi-Wan pulls at his hair again and Klaus lets out a soft moan, feeling pleasure jolt through his nipples and between his legs. While looking up at Obi-Wan's face, Klaus pulls his cock between his lips, letting it slide along his tongue and holding it there until he's fully erect. He sucks lightly, bobbing his head a few times before letting Obi-Wan's cock slip free of his mouth, grabbing Obi-Wan's thighs as he slowly pulls himself up to his feet.

"I just wanted to thank you properly," he teases, leaning forward to nudge the tip of his nose against Obi-Wan's, hips swaying in a slow, tantalizing sort of way. "I love the taste of us."