Klaus loves sex. Pretty much everyone he’s every met can tell within moments of meeting him just how much he loves sex. It’s one of his favorite ways to express himself. Favorite way to exercise, to relieve stress, to get to know someone. He thought that he knew everything that there was to know about sex.
He had no idea that it could be like this.
The passion that he and Obi-Wan share never fizzled out like a spent firework like Klaus had thought it might. That’s how it always goes, with very rare exceptions, but not with him. So long they’ve been doing this now. He’s had sex with Obi-Wan more than he’s ever slept with anyone else by a very, very wide margin. And it’s still this good. Not only that, it keeps getting better. He had no idea it was possible.
He’s writhing against Obi-Wan’s face shamelessly, crying out against the onslaught as he clutches at the windowsill. The city stretches out before him, but all that matters is what’s in this room, and who he’s with.
He’s so close to coming, dangerously close, so he slides down Obi-Wan’s body to lean over him on his hands and knees, leaning down to give him a hungry kiss, licking and sucking the taste of himself from Obi-Wan’s mouth. He bites at Obi-Wan’s lips as he feels around under the pillows, fingers closing around the lube that he’d left there.
“Turn around,” Klaus urges, panting as he helps Obi-Wan turn over onto his stomach and then getting lube on his fingers. He feels half-dazed, overwhelmed by the desire he feels, and he bites hard at the top of Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he presses a slick finger inside of him, quickly working to prep him.
“I’m gonna come inside you,” he finds himself saying, nipping at Obi-Wan’s freckled skin as he adds another finger. “Maybe I’ll put that plug in you after. Keep you wet and ready for me all day. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
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He had no idea that it could be like this.
The passion that he and Obi-Wan share never fizzled out like a spent firework like Klaus had thought it might. That’s how it always goes, with very rare exceptions, but not with him. So long they’ve been doing this now. He’s had sex with Obi-Wan more than he’s ever slept with anyone else by a very, very wide margin. And it’s still this good. Not only that, it keeps getting better. He had no idea it was possible.
He’s writhing against Obi-Wan’s face shamelessly, crying out against the onslaught as he clutches at the windowsill. The city stretches out before him, but all that matters is what’s in this room, and who he’s with.
He’s so close to coming, dangerously close, so he slides down Obi-Wan’s body to lean over him on his hands and knees, leaning down to give him a hungry kiss, licking and sucking the taste of himself from Obi-Wan’s mouth. He bites at Obi-Wan’s lips as he feels around under the pillows, fingers closing around the lube that he’d left there.
“Turn around,” Klaus urges, panting as he helps Obi-Wan turn over onto his stomach and then getting lube on his fingers. He feels half-dazed, overwhelmed by the desire he feels, and he bites hard at the top of Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he presses a slick finger inside of him, quickly working to prep him.
“I’m gonna come inside you,” he finds himself saying, nipping at Obi-Wan’s freckled skin as he adds another finger. “Maybe I’ll put that plug in you after. Keep you wet and ready for me all day. Doesn’t that sound nice?”