"Ah, ah, ah," Klaus tuts, grinning as Obi-Wan rocks up against Klaus. It would be so easy to fuck him just like this, and it would feel so good after what feels like so long, but he thinks that he wants to take his time. "Not so fast, mister."
The robe spills over Klaus's shoulders as he slowly slides forward, shifting until he can press Obi-Wan's biceps down with his knees. He watches Obi-Wan's face the whole time, searching for signs that it hurts or it's too much, and he loves that he rarely has to ask for things anymore. He feels confident reading Obi-Wan's moods and going after what he wants accordingly, and he knows that Obi-Wan will redirect him if he feels the need to, which they both know that Klaus would never fault him for. It's trust and communication and it's healthy, which isn't something he thought he would ever say about a relationship that he was in.
With Obi-Wan's arms pinned under his knees, Klaus lets go of his hands and slowly rolls up, straightening his spine and rocking most of his weight back onto his shins. Obi-Wan looks so lovely sprawled out between Klaus's thighs, blue eyes shining and mouth pink, sunlight catching on the red in his hair and beard, hands over his head.
"You need to get my cock ready if you want me to fuck you," Klaus breathes out, and maybe his fond expression is at odds with the filth of his words, but that's them. They can be everything all at once. His hand curls around the base of his cock, half-hard and flushed at the head, and rocks his hips forward to rest it against the dip just below Obi-Wan's lower lip. "Open up, darling."
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The robe spills over Klaus's shoulders as he slowly slides forward, shifting until he can press Obi-Wan's biceps down with his knees. He watches Obi-Wan's face the whole time, searching for signs that it hurts or it's too much, and he loves that he rarely has to ask for things anymore. He feels confident reading Obi-Wan's moods and going after what he wants accordingly, and he knows that Obi-Wan will redirect him if he feels the need to, which they both know that Klaus would never fault him for. It's trust and communication and it's healthy, which isn't something he thought he would ever say about a relationship that he was in.
With Obi-Wan's arms pinned under his knees, Klaus lets go of his hands and slowly rolls up, straightening his spine and rocking most of his weight back onto his shins. Obi-Wan looks so lovely sprawled out between Klaus's thighs, blue eyes shining and mouth pink, sunlight catching on the red in his hair and beard, hands over his head.
"You need to get my cock ready if you want me to fuck you," Klaus breathes out, and maybe his fond expression is at odds with the filth of his words, but that's them. They can be everything all at once. His hand curls around the base of his cock, half-hard and flushed at the head, and rocks his hips forward to rest it against the dip just below Obi-Wan's lower lip. "Open up, darling."