When Obi-Wan's lips close around his nipple, Klaus has to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep from moaning. It sends a shock of pleasure through him, heat flaring between his legs. He lifts one hand to touch the side of Obi-Wan's face while his other hand shifts to cover Obi-Wan's cock.

It's hard now, thick and hot under his palm, and Klaus wants to sink to his knees and get it in his mouth. He wants to sit right here while Obi-Wan sucks on his nipples, wants Obi-Wan's fingers in his cunt, wants to lift his dress and beg for Obi-Wan's cock. He wants so many things all at once.

His hand falls from Obi-Wan's face to grab his hand instead, placing it against the warm inside of Klaus's thigh, sliding it up until he can feel just how soaked the barely-there panties he's wearing are, fabric wet against his knuckles.