"I know that you will," Klaus replies, breath stuttering a little at that swipe of tongue. He knows that his time with this body is limited, and while he's eager to get back to normal, he also wants to cherish every second of this. Their bodies fit together perfectly, no matter what shape they're in, and how many couples can find that out? They're lucky.

"No lower back, though," Klaus says, chuckling a little as he spreads his thighs wider. "I'm trashy enough already without a tramp stamp."

Obi-Wan moves again, this time close enough to his cunt that Klaus can feel his warm breath against him like a tease. Klaus sides his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair again, tugging at it, and then lets out another soft, shaky chuckle at the question.

"As many times as you can," he breathes out, pulling Obi-Wan a little closer and trying to resist the urge to grind his cunt into Obi-Wan's face. "But I think four would beat the record. If you're up for it."