It is terribly hard to make Obi-Wan lose his composure. Klaus knows this because he tries to do it on a somewhat regular basis, almost like a game. He never wants to upset Obi-Wan or push too far, but he likes riling him up. He likes what happens when he does, and maybe more than that, he likes knowing that he might be the only person who really could.

Obi-Wan drags his thigh upward and Klaus's feet leave the ground, knees hooked over Obi-Wan's hips as his cock slides into his wet, hot cunt as if it were made to fit there. Klaus slaps one hand over his own mouth to keep from crying out as Obi-Wan starts to fuck him hard and fast, shallow thrusts that hit just the right spot over and over again, tits bouncing in the space between their bodies.

"Fuck, that's perfect," Klaus pants out, letting his hand fall away to grab Obi-Wan's chin between his thumb and forefinger and drag him in for a messy kiss, whimpering into his mouth.