“Oh, fuck.” The question makes him quiver, squeezing down hard around Obi-Wan’s cock as he gives him a jerky nod. Klaus has always been something of a size queen, and he finds himself nearly overwhelmed at the thought of being so full.
“Yes, yes. I want it,” Klaus pants out, whimpering and then letting out a sharp cry as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard. “Use your fingers first. I want you to feel yourself. Feel how full you make me.”
Before Obi-Wan can do so, Klaus slides two of his own fingers into his cunt, mewling quietly at the sensation. Obi-Wan keeps fucking and Klaus tips his fingers down against the narrow divide, gasping as he feels Obi-Wan’s cock slide into him from within.
He already feels half out of his mind with lust and he wants to be reduced to rubble, used up and pushed to the limits of what this body can do, because he knows that Obi-Wan will be there to take care of him later, bringing him back to himself with warmth and tenderness.
But that’s later. For now, he wants this— Obi-Wan in every hole, every open space, pinning him down and fucking him so hard that all he can do is take it.
“Are you going to make me beg, master?” Klaus asks with a wicked grin, sliding his fingers free and reaching up to put them in Obi-Wan’s mouth instead, rubbing the taste of himself into his lover’s tongue.
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“Yes, yes. I want it,” Klaus pants out, whimpering and then letting out a sharp cry as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard. “Use your fingers first. I want you to feel yourself. Feel how full you make me.”
Before Obi-Wan can do so, Klaus slides two of his own fingers into his cunt, mewling quietly at the sensation. Obi-Wan keeps fucking and Klaus tips his fingers down against the narrow divide, gasping as he feels Obi-Wan’s cock slide into him from within.
He already feels half out of his mind with lust and he wants to be reduced to rubble, used up and pushed to the limits of what this body can do, because he knows that Obi-Wan will be there to take care of him later, bringing him back to himself with warmth and tenderness.
But that’s later. For now, he wants this— Obi-Wan in every hole, every open space, pinning him down and fucking him so hard that all he can do is take it.
“Are you going to make me beg, master?” Klaus asks with a wicked grin, sliding his fingers free and reaching up to put them in Obi-Wan’s mouth instead, rubbing the taste of himself into his lover’s tongue.