"Fucking hell," Klaus gasps out, because while he wasn't exactly expecting resistance, the enthusiasm him surprises him a little. Obi-Wan's face is pressed to the most intimate, sensitive part of him, breathing him in and licking like there is nowhere else he'd rather be, and Klaus lets out a strangled groan as he leans forward to brace one hand on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight as Obi-Wan's tongue presses up into the core of him.

He can tell that Obi-Wan wants his arms free and Klaus wants to see what he'll do with them more than he wants to continue any little power games, so he shifts one leg up and then the other, allowing Obi-Wan to move his arms away from where they've been pinned.

"Don't stop," Klaus gasps out, whimpering as Obi-Wan's beard drags against sensitive skin. He tosses his head back and rocks down against Obi-Wan's face, careful not to smother him even as pleasure surges through him, making him feel a little wild. "Fuck, baby, please don't stop. That's perfect, you're perfect."