If pressed, Klaus would say he prefers the usual way that they fuck, something more along the lines of making love. He likes it when it's drawn out and they're face to face, staring at each other as they rock together, intimate and connected.

But there is something to be said for this, too. It scratches a particular itch that Klaus gets sometimes, except now he won't be alone after. Obi-Wan will still be there to hold Klaus, to kiss him and make him feel important and soft and loved. Those moments are so precious to him, and he cherishes each one, but sometimes he just needs to be fucked.

Obi-Wan is doing a bang up job of it now, and it's an entirely new sensation. It's like he can feel Obi-Wan so much deeper in his body, all the way through him, and he lets out another loud cry at a particularly hard thrust. When Obi-Wan's fingers slide down over his clit, Klaus moans again and tries to squirm away on pure instinct because it's too much, too intense, and he feels a little like he might explode.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan keeps him in place as the pleasure crests, and he tosses his head back with a cry that bounces around the tile as his orgasm threatens to take him to his knees. But Obi-Wan is still there, keeps on fucking him through it, and Klaus tips his head back against Obi's shoulder, grinning dazedly and biting his bottom lip.