Obi-Wan’s fingers shine in the low light as he wipes at his wet chin, and the sight is so beautifully obscene that Klaus gives another little tremble, cunt clenching greedily around nothing.
“I don’t think you could disappoint me if you tried,” Klaus breathes out, because not only is Obi-Wan terribly good at this, he is also just good. Too good a man for Klaus, surely, but he’s not going to argue with what Obi-Wan wants. And Obi wants him. Isn’t that something?
Klaus lifts his head to watch as Obi-Wan takes his cock out, feeling his mouth water slightly at the sight of it, big and thick and flushed pink.
“You have the prettiest cock,” Klaus assures him, sliding one hand down between his legs, lifting them with bent knees as he gathers slick on his fingertips and then presses back further, rubbing at his asshole with delicate little fingers. “Mm, I want it in me, right here.”
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“I don’t think you could disappoint me if you tried,” Klaus breathes out, because not only is Obi-Wan terribly good at this, he is also just good. Too good a man for Klaus, surely, but he’s not going to argue with what Obi-Wan wants. And Obi wants him. Isn’t that something?
Klaus lifts his head to watch as Obi-Wan takes his cock out, feeling his mouth water slightly at the sight of it, big and thick and flushed pink.
“You have the prettiest cock,” Klaus assures him, sliding one hand down between his legs, lifting them with bent knees as he gathers slick on his fingertips and then presses back further, rubbing at his asshole with delicate little fingers. “Mm, I want it in me, right here.”