Klaus has always been easily aroused, for the most part. He's a very sexual person, but he's also a very experienced one. He's seen and done it all, over and over again, so it should be a little ridiculous that he feels so desperately turned on by a mouth on his tits and the hint of a finger between his legs, but he is. He feels like he might burn up right where he's sitting.

"As long as it takes for you to make me come," he says, but even in a quiet whisper, his tone heavily implies that it won't take very long at all. His cunt feels like it's throbbing, and while he knows that Obi-Wan won't fuck him here, he feels desperate for something. He wants to come right here, squirming in this velvet-lined seat, and then he wants to immediately go find a place where Obi-Wan will fuck him until he comes again.

"I'll be quiet," he whispers, thighs trembling as Obi-Wan's finger slides into his panties, resting so close to where he's throbbing with need. "I promise."