"You don't think you would get bored eventually?" Obi-Wan asks, breathlessly teasing as he tips his head back to allow Klaus better access to his ear, his throat, anywhere he likes. Being held like this is a rare thing, wrapped up in Klaus's arms, not because they don't often spend time wrapped around one another, but at this moment it's entirely Obi-Wan within the circle of Klaus's arms. He has no real control over how they move, how Klaus chooses to hold him, and he feels, in an unfamiliar way, taken care of.

"Or hungry?" he asks, still managing to tease, even though his entire body feels as if it's alight with pleasure. Klaus's long fingers are wrapped around his cock, and it feels delicious, just that pressure, combined with the sensation of being so utterly full.

He, too, could stay here all day, he thinks. Obi-Wan tilts his head again, twists slightly, nuzzles his nose until the curve of Klaus's throat as he moans softly.