When Obi-Wan’s fingers press into his cunt, Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan and rocks his hips back against all that pressure, all that wonderful fullness. They’re gone too soon and it’s only the sight of Obi-Wan picking up the toy that keeps him from audibly protesting.
Obi-Wan’s slick fingers touch his mouth and before Klaus can do anything about it, there’s a strong buzz against his clit and Obi-Wan’s fingers are pressing almost roughly between his lips, sliding toward the back of his tongue. That, coupled with the words, makes Klaus’s eyes go wide with slight surprise and he stiffens, moaning around Obi-Wan’s fingers as he’s suddenly swept away by another orgasm. It’s wet and messy, slicking the insides of his thighs as he trembles, and he reaches up to grab at Obi-Wan’s wrist to hold him there, fingers pressed to Klaus’s tongue.
This is exactly what he wanted. This sweet angel of a man is making Klaus feel a little dirty, a little used, and that makes him shiver with delight. He likes that feeling sometimes, especially when he knows that it isn’t real. After this, Obi-Wan will take care of him and make him feel loved, which was something that was always missing when Klaus sought this out before.
Even as his body twitches through aftershocks, Klaus holds Obi-Wan’s wrist tightly, nearly choking himself on the man’s fingers as he rocks his hips. The toy is still there, vibrating against a spot that makes his eyes nearly roll back into his head, and he nods at Obi-Wan to let him know that he’s ready, that he wants it, that he’s perfect, that he’s everything Klaus has ever wanted.
“Please, master,” he murmurs around Obi-Wan’s fingers, chest heaving and glistening with sweat as he stares up at Obi-Wan with dark, pleading eyes.
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Obi-Wan’s slick fingers touch his mouth and before Klaus can do anything about it, there’s a strong buzz against his clit and Obi-Wan’s fingers are pressing almost roughly between his lips, sliding toward the back of his tongue. That, coupled with the words, makes Klaus’s eyes go wide with slight surprise and he stiffens, moaning around Obi-Wan’s fingers as he’s suddenly swept away by another orgasm. It’s wet and messy, slicking the insides of his thighs as he trembles, and he reaches up to grab at Obi-Wan’s wrist to hold him there, fingers pressed to Klaus’s tongue.
This is exactly what he wanted. This sweet angel of a man is making Klaus feel a little dirty, a little used, and that makes him shiver with delight. He likes that feeling sometimes, especially when he knows that it isn’t real. After this, Obi-Wan will take care of him and make him feel loved, which was something that was always missing when Klaus sought this out before.
Even as his body twitches through aftershocks, Klaus holds Obi-Wan’s wrist tightly, nearly choking himself on the man’s fingers as he rocks his hips. The toy is still there, vibrating against a spot that makes his eyes nearly roll back into his head, and he nods at Obi-Wan to let him know that he’s ready, that he wants it, that he’s perfect, that he’s everything Klaus has ever wanted.
“Please, master,” he murmurs around Obi-Wan’s fingers, chest heaving and glistening with sweat as he stares up at Obi-Wan with dark, pleading eyes.