Obi-Wan keeps pinching and tugging, rolling Klaus's nipple between his fingers, and Klaus has to bite his lip, turning his head against Obi-Wan's shoulder for a moment to keep from making any noise. His hips shift as heat flares between his legs, cunt tensing around nothing.

When the pressure on his nipple lets up, Klaus lets out the breath he'd been holding, lifting his head to let Obi-Wan see just how aroused he is, his flush obvious even in the low light. Obi-Wan is kissing his shoulder and holding Klaus's breast in his hand in a way that feels unbearably sexy and intimate, almost possessive. No, Klaus is not a thing to be owned and is free to do what he wants, but here in this moment, he is right where he belongs.

"Shame on me? Then I might as well commit," he breathes out quietly, and when the strap of his dress slips, he lifts his hand from Obi-Wan's thigh to smoothly pull his arm out of the strap, letting the material slip down enough to expose his other breast. The cool air hitting his nipple makes his cunt clench again, and he shifts closer to Obi-Wan's side, tucked under his arm and feeling delicate and happy and wet. He returns his hand to Obi-Wan's thigh, tipping his head back as he slides his palm up to cover the bulge between Obi-Wan's legs, fingers curling in underneath. "Are you distracted now?"