Obi-Wan's body presses against his, holds him there and pulls at his dress, beard scraping against his jaw, and Klaus lets out a quiet whimper. The way he takes charge, dragging Klaus's damp panties down his leg, makes him shudder with arousal, thighs clenching. Obi-Wan puts them into his pocket and Klaus knows that they'll stay there, and he'll walk out of this theater with Obi-Wan's come running down his thigh. Just the thought makes his cunt pulse, making him even wetter.

"Come on," he says impatiently, reaching down between them to tug open the button on Obi-Wan's jeans as he gives him another messy kiss. Urgently, he curls his arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders and grabs the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging at it to spur him on, urging him to be a little rough if he'd like. "I need your cock."