Klaus knows that he can't come just from fingers in his ass. In his normal body, maybe, but not this one. Still, it feels like Obi-Wan is working him towards something close, and it only gets better when he adds another finger. He's relaxed enough that it slides in easily, stretching him open, and Klaus lifts his head at the question.

"It feels wonderful, sweetheart," he murmurs, smiling wickedly at how Obi-Wan looks-- chest heaving, forehead beaded with sweat. He looks nearly overcome with lust, and Klaus loves that he can do that to a man usually so composed.

Obi-Wan's cock is straining out toward him, rock hard and dripping, and Klaus shifts his leg until he can teasingly drag his toes along the shaft, because he knows that Obi-Wan likes his feet. "I'm ready, baby. Please let me have it."