What Obi-Wan is doing with his hands feels very nice, and Klaus’s cunt is wet and nearly throbbing with need, but the things that he’s saying aren’t coming naturally to him. That much is clear when he apologizes, and Klaus rolls his eyes with fond exasperation as he straightens up and turns to face Obi-Wan.
“Darling, I never said that I wanted you to play a character,” he says fondly, obviously not upset by the change of pace. If Obi-Wan isn’t completely into what they’re doing, Klaus doesn’t want to be doing it either.
He lifts his hand to rest it against Obi-Wan’s face, thumbing at the line of his beard. “I just— haven’t you ever wanted to just slam me up against a wall and have your rough, dirty way with me? Hm?”
His smile grows more teasing as he slides his other hand down to squeeze at Obi-Wan’s ass, pulling him in closer and pressing up onto his toes to kiss him. “I hope you know that you’ll never disappoint me, darling. You couldn’t.”
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“Darling, I never said that I wanted you to play a character,” he says fondly, obviously not upset by the change of pace. If Obi-Wan isn’t completely into what they’re doing, Klaus doesn’t want to be doing it either.
He lifts his hand to rest it against Obi-Wan’s face, thumbing at the line of his beard. “I just— haven’t you ever wanted to just slam me up against a wall and have your rough, dirty way with me? Hm?”
His smile grows more teasing as he slides his other hand down to squeeze at Obi-Wan’s ass, pulling him in closer and pressing up onto his toes to kiss him. “I hope you know that you’ll never disappoint me, darling. You couldn’t.”