Obi-Wan doesn't answer, but Klaus hadn't really expected him to. He's usually the more vocal one during sex. He likes being filthy and he likes how Obi-Wan's face looks when he says dirty things, but all words are driven from his mind as Obi-Wan thrusts into him again and again. As familiar as he is with having Obi-Wan inside of him, this feels like something entirely new, and his cunt pulses as that delightful pressure spreads outward/

"Obi-Wan," he gasps out, throwing his arms over his head and arching his back. The vibrator rolls off of his chest to land on the bed next to him, and he twists one hand in the sheets as he reaches down to press the other between his legs. His fingers drag over his clit and he lets out a startled whimper, hips jerking at the sharp jolt of pleasure that goes through him. "Oh, fuck. We really should have set up the camera."

He laughs happily and rocks back against Obi-Wan's thrusts, breath hitching every time his cock bottoms out so deep inside of Klaus's body.