"Oh, I think we can manage that," Obi-Wan answers as he slides his hand up Klaus's thigh. With a grin directed up the length of Klaus's body, Obi-Wan uses his fingers, parting Klaus, then ducks his head to press a long, slow kiss to his clit. He's taking his time, building this up, because they'd had their rushed moment earlier. Now he wants to see how long he can drag this out.

Truly, how many times he can make Klaus come.

His tongue flicks out, moving across heated skin, tasting Klaus, and then he sinks one finger inside of him. Pumping slowly, he pulls back and adds a second fingers, then uses his tongue at the same time, teasing at Klaus's clit as his fingers fuck into him.