Every second that Obi-Wan’s cock isn’t inside of him feels longer than the last, and Klaus feels like he’s going a little insane. He needs it, needs it more than anything, and he lets out a needy cry as Obi finally, finally positions his clock exactly where it needs to be.

Klaus throws his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist and rocks down as he drags Obi-Wan’s hips forward, spearing himself on that big, beautiful cock and Klaus lets out a loud, satisfied moan. Being full soothes the madness in his mind, slightly clears the haze of his need, and he swallows hard as he digs his nails into the skin over Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“Fuck, that’s perfect. I love you,” he pants out. “I love this.”