The grin on Obi-Wan's face is full of promise, and just a little filthy. That alone makes Klaus give another shiver, even before Obi-Wan's lips are pursed around Klaus's clit in a kiss. He gives a little whimper, hips twitching slightly at the contact.
"Oh, I don't know. I might try to make it a challenge," Klaus breathes out, as if he isn't already arching his back at the press of a finger, gasping at the flick of a tongue. Obi-Wan starts to lick at him, fucking him with his fingers, and Klaus moans as he twists his fingers in the sheets, legs open wide.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," he groans out, because while he's never gotten his cunt eaten out by anyone else, he can still recognize skill. He knows how to use his tongue, how to crook his fingers, and Klaus smiles as he imagines Obi-Wan's head between the legs of some beautiful exotic alien woman on a spaceship in an outer galaxy somewhere. "Fuck, sweetheart, so good. Can I have another finger?"
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"Oh, I don't know. I might try to make it a challenge," Klaus breathes out, as if he isn't already arching his back at the press of a finger, gasping at the flick of a tongue. Obi-Wan starts to lick at him, fucking him with his fingers, and Klaus moans as he twists his fingers in the sheets, legs open wide.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," he groans out, because while he's never gotten his cunt eaten out by anyone else, he can still recognize skill. He knows how to use his tongue, how to crook his fingers, and Klaus smiles as he imagines Obi-Wan's head between the legs of some beautiful exotic alien woman on a spaceship in an outer galaxy somewhere. "Fuck, sweetheart, so good. Can I have another finger?"