Klaus knows that Obi-Wan usually prefers to look at him while they fuck, but there’s something wonderful about doing it like this, pressed close with Klaus’s chest against Obi-Wan’s back, with Klaus’s precious dog tags pressed between their bodies.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Klaus murmurs, sliding his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair to pull it away from the nape of his neck. “I just want you to feel it, my darling. Let me take care of you.”
He positions himself to one side, resting most of his weight on an elbow and knee as he draws his cock out nearly all the way and then plunges it in again, letting Obi-Wan feel the entire length of it each time. Slow pull back, hard punch forward, over and over again as Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan against the side of Obi-Wan’s neck.
In this moment, Klaus surprises himself by feeling a little possessive. It’s a fleeting thing brought on by the passion of the moment, but he can’t help the thought.
Mine, he thinks. This is all mine.
Obi-Wan isn’t sleeping with anyone else but if he wanted to, Klaus wouldn’t really mind. Sex is just sex until it’s this, until it’s lovemaking, two bodies so connected that they might as well be one. Obi-Wan can fuck whoever he wants, but Klaus is the only one that gets to have this.
“You feel so good,” Klaus whispers against Obi-Wan’s ear, pulling back until just the head of his cock remains in Obi’s body. He stays there for a long moment just to tease him, and the thrusts his hips forward again, sinking in deep as he can and grinding his hips against Obi-Wan’s ass. “I love you, Obi. Fuck, I love you so much. I wanna spend all day inside of you.”
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“Shh, I’ve got you,” Klaus murmurs, sliding his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair to pull it away from the nape of his neck. “I just want you to feel it, my darling. Let me take care of you.”
He positions himself to one side, resting most of his weight on an elbow and knee as he draws his cock out nearly all the way and then plunges it in again, letting Obi-Wan feel the entire length of it each time. Slow pull back, hard punch forward, over and over again as Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan against the side of Obi-Wan’s neck.
In this moment, Klaus surprises himself by feeling a little possessive. It’s a fleeting thing brought on by the passion of the moment, but he can’t help the thought.
Mine, he thinks. This is all mine.
Obi-Wan isn’t sleeping with anyone else but if he wanted to, Klaus wouldn’t really mind. Sex is just sex until it’s this, until it’s lovemaking, two bodies so connected that they might as well be one. Obi-Wan can fuck whoever he wants, but Klaus is the only one that gets to have this.
“You feel so good,” Klaus whispers against Obi-Wan’s ear, pulling back until just the head of his cock remains in Obi’s body. He stays there for a long moment just to tease him, and the thrusts his hips forward again, sinking in deep as he can and grinding his hips against Obi-Wan’s ass. “I love you, Obi. Fuck, I love you so much. I wanna spend all day inside of you.”