"That doesn't sound like a complaint," Klaus says with a low chuckle, sliding one hand down Obi-Wan's bare back as he fingers him with the other, pumping them in and out a few more times before suddenly pressing in against his prostate. He holds them there for a moment and then slides them free so he can shrug out of the robe and toss it aside.

"Get up on your knees for me, darling," he says as he grabs Obi-Wan's hips and urges him up, letting out a shuddering breath as Obi-Wan's ass tips up, thighs parted to reveal the slick curl of muscle between his cheeks. The sight makes him feel an almost desperate rush of desire, so he stops wasting time and grabs his cock, slicking it with one stroke as he positions himself up on his knees behind Obi-Wan.

Klaus puts one hand on Obi-Wan's lower back to hold him in place as he presses the head of his cock against Obi-Wan's hole and presses inside of him with one quick, smooth thrust, bottoming out and grabbing Obi-Wan's hips as he tips his head back with a low moan.