Although there had been no practice in this particular skill in some time, Obi-Wan likes to think he still knows what he’s doing. And Klaus’s reaction supports that conviction, a thought that makes him smile, even as he presses his face against Klaus, licking and sucking.

At the request, he draws his fingers back, then adds a third, stretching Klaus gently. When Klaus’s body relaxes, when the tightness of his muscles eases off, he pushes his fingers deeper, fucks him a little harder, his tongue working at the same time.

He thinks he could do this all evening. His eyes close and he hums softly, enjoying every last moment of this.