It’s no surprise that Obi-Wan wants to take his time and be careful. Sometimes this bothers Klaus just a little, only because he’s an impatient, needy little thing who has always gone for instant gratification, regardless of the consequences.
But now, he’s already been brought to orgasm a few times, already been fucked good and hard, so this time he’s fine with drawing it out. This may be the only time that they get to do this particular act, with him in this particular body, so he wants to make it count.
Obi-Wan’s slick finger pushes into him and Klaus’s breath hitches, eyes closed as he focuses on the intrusion. It feels different in this body, and Klaus is reminded that this body is brand new. Obi-Wan is the only one who will ever touch this body like this, the only one to ever be inside of it, and Klaus finds that the realization makes him a little sentimental. If this had happened before Obi-Wan, or even in those early days, he would have been out on the town, fucking anyone and everyone. And while that does sound appealing to a certain extent, there’s something better about having someone who knows him so well that he can translate between one body and another and still make Klaus’s toes curl.
His finger starts to move in and out and it’s a different sort of pleasure, lacking the spark of fingertips dragging over his prostate, but it’s still an exquisite sort of pressure and Klaus rocks back against it, reaching over to pick up the purple vibrator and rest it on his chest in the valley of his breasts. He doesn’t turn it on yet, doesn’t try to use it on himself, but the weight of it reminds him that there’s more to come, and soon he’ll be more full than he’s ever been.
Obi-Wan’s finger drives deeper and Klaus lets out a needy whine, reaching between his legs to spread his cunt open with his fingers to give Obi-Wan an obscenely intimate view of his body, letting him watch as his muscles contract with desire.
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But now, he’s already been brought to orgasm a few times, already been fucked good and hard, so this time he’s fine with drawing it out. This may be the only time that they get to do this particular act, with him in this particular body, so he wants to make it count.
Obi-Wan’s slick finger pushes into him and Klaus’s breath hitches, eyes closed as he focuses on the intrusion. It feels different in this body, and Klaus is reminded that this body is brand new. Obi-Wan is the only one who will ever touch this body like this, the only one to ever be inside of it, and Klaus finds that the realization makes him a little sentimental. If this had happened before Obi-Wan, or even in those early days, he would have been out on the town, fucking anyone and everyone. And while that does sound appealing to a certain extent, there’s something better about having someone who knows him so well that he can translate between one body and another and still make Klaus’s toes curl.
His finger starts to move in and out and it’s a different sort of pleasure, lacking the spark of fingertips dragging over his prostate, but it’s still an exquisite sort of pressure and Klaus rocks back against it, reaching over to pick up the purple vibrator and rest it on his chest in the valley of his breasts. He doesn’t turn it on yet, doesn’t try to use it on himself, but the weight of it reminds him that there’s more to come, and soon he’ll be more full than he’s ever been.
Obi-Wan’s finger drives deeper and Klaus lets out a needy whine, reaching between his legs to spread his cunt open with his fingers to give Obi-Wan an obscenely intimate view of his body, letting him watch as his muscles contract with desire.