Obi-Wan takes such good care of him, takes his time to make sure it’s good for Klaus even though he’s visibly struggling to hold himself back, and by the time the head of his thick cock is nudging against Klaus’s hole, he finds himself strangely misty eyed. Maybe it’s the lady hormones, or maybe it’s that he still finds himself surprised that it could be like this.
Klaus doesn’t remember the first time that he was fucked in the ass. He doesn’t even really remember who it was. Someone far too old for him, he thinks. Someone who had no business touching him at all back then. He doesn’t remember it, and that’s probably a blessing, because he doubts it was nice.
But this time, it’s nice. It’s a new first time, and Klaus is completely sober. Not only that, he’s in love. It’s cliched and wonderful and Klaus laughs breathlessly as Obi-Wan sinks into him, because he’s so happy.
It’s a stretch for sure, but Obi-Wan worked him open so well and Klaus is so relaxed and wants this so badly that beyond the tiniest pinch, it doesn’t hurt at all. He puts his heels on the back of Obi-Wan’s thighs to pull him in, gasping as his cock seems to just keep on going, filling him until he isn’t sure that there’s room for air in his lungs.
“Oh, it feels so good,” he pants out, because the pleasure isn’t exactly the same as in his usual body, but now he’s so little and Obi-Wan’s cock is so big that the pressure of it is enough to make Klaus feel like he’s being touched everywhere, like Obi-Wan is pressing up against every inch of him. “You know how much I like to be full, sweetheart. It feels like you’re everywhere.”
His voice is low and dreamy, and he clenches down around Obi-Wan experimentally, shivering and moaning as he rocks his hips a little.
“Mm, I’m so tight, aren’t I?” Klaus asks with a grin, lifting his head to look Obi-Wan in the eye. He looks almost dazed, overwhelmed by the feeling of Klaus around his cock, and Klaus continues in a low, seductive tone as he cups one of his tits, squeezing at his nipple and tugging, partly for him and also to put on a show. “Do you want to fuck me hard, darling? I can see it in your face. You can, sweetheart. I want you to do whatever you’d like to do.”
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Klaus doesn’t remember the first time that he was fucked in the ass. He doesn’t even really remember who it was. Someone far too old for him, he thinks. Someone who had no business touching him at all back then. He doesn’t remember it, and that’s probably a blessing, because he doubts it was nice.
But this time, it’s nice. It’s a new first time, and Klaus is completely sober. Not only that, he’s in love. It’s cliched and wonderful and Klaus laughs breathlessly as Obi-Wan sinks into him, because he’s so happy.
It’s a stretch for sure, but Obi-Wan worked him open so well and Klaus is so relaxed and wants this so badly that beyond the tiniest pinch, it doesn’t hurt at all. He puts his heels on the back of Obi-Wan’s thighs to pull him in, gasping as his cock seems to just keep on going, filling him until he isn’t sure that there’s room for air in his lungs.
“Oh, it feels so good,” he pants out, because the pleasure isn’t exactly the same as in his usual body, but now he’s so little and Obi-Wan’s cock is so big that the pressure of it is enough to make Klaus feel like he’s being touched everywhere, like Obi-Wan is pressing up against every inch of him. “You know how much I like to be full, sweetheart. It feels like you’re everywhere.”
His voice is low and dreamy, and he clenches down around Obi-Wan experimentally, shivering and moaning as he rocks his hips a little.
“Mm, I’m so tight, aren’t I?” Klaus asks with a grin, lifting his head to look Obi-Wan in the eye. He looks almost dazed, overwhelmed by the feeling of Klaus around his cock, and Klaus continues in a low, seductive tone as he cups one of his tits, squeezing at his nipple and tugging, partly for him and also to put on a show. “Do you want to fuck me hard, darling? I can see it in your face. You can, sweetheart. I want you to do whatever you’d like to do.”