When Obi-Wan's fingers slide into him, Klaus's breath hitches and he curls one and around the arm rest, knuckles white as he tips his head back. His chest heaves and when Obi-Wan touches his clit, he has to turn his head and bite at Obi-Wan's shoulder through his shirt to keep from crying out.

He breathes out hard through his nose, teeth digging into Obi-Wan's skin as his other hand clutches at the man's thigh. Every muscle feels strung taut, and Obi-Wan's teeth are on his nipple, fingers working in and out of his cunt, and he goes tense as his orgasm hits. He lets out a barely audible whimper against Obi-Wan's shoulder as his hips jerk, but he keeps his word and stays quiet, even if all he wants to do is cry out.

Klaus clutches at Obi-Wan, fumbling a hand up to grab his chin and tug his face up so Klaus can kiss him, messy and open-mouthed as he tries to catch his breath.