Ever a man of control, Obi-Wan knows, were he asked to, he could stop all this in a single moment, recover complete calm, and go about his day. But what makes it all so lovely is knowing Klaus wouldn't ask that of him and he pushes Klaus's skirt up higher, then grabs his thigh, urging his legs around Obi-Wan's waist.

With his other hand, he reaches down, takes his cock in his grip, and guides himself forward. Klaus is wet, ready for him, and Obi-Wan wastes no time in teasing or trying to make sure everything is as perfect as it can. They may not be in a bed, they may be in a rush, but it's still all perfect.

Then suddenly he's inside of Klaus, the tight heat of his body making Obi-Wan moan low in his throat. His cock is aching, hot, and he rolls his hips again, fucking into Klaus with an urgency he doesn't often allow himself to display.