Usually, Klaus has a pretty good handle on his stamina. He’s had a lot of practice, after all, and doesn’t have much trouble holding himself back to draw things out. Usually.
But sometimes, Obi-Wan makes him feel like a teenager again, like he has no control over his body at all. He’s shiny and new and this is the best thing that will ever happen to him. Nothing has ever felt this good. Over and over again, Obi-Wan makes him feel this way.
His body barely gives him any warning before he’s coming with a wild cry that feels loud enough to shake the walls, back arching as he spurts across Obi’s fist and his own skin, making a mess between them. It feels so good that his vision blurs and his breath catches in his chest, toes curling as his nails dig into Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
“Don’t come yet,” Klaus pants out as soon as he can get a breath in, pushing at Obi-Wan until his cock slips free and Klaus can roll them over so that Obi-Wan is the one on his back. Klaus drags his skirt up and climbs astride Obi-Wan’s hips, reaching back to position his cock and sink back onto it. In this position, he feels even more full, and he throws his head back with a moan and he starts to rock a little, wanting to revel in the sensation.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, skirt hooked over his wet cock as he reaches back to brace his hands on Obi-Wan’s thighs. “You fill me up so good, sweetheart.”
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But sometimes, Obi-Wan makes him feel like a teenager again, like he has no control over his body at all. He’s shiny and new and this is the best thing that will ever happen to him. Nothing has ever felt this good. Over and over again, Obi-Wan makes him feel this way.
His body barely gives him any warning before he’s coming with a wild cry that feels loud enough to shake the walls, back arching as he spurts across Obi’s fist and his own skin, making a mess between them. It feels so good that his vision blurs and his breath catches in his chest, toes curling as his nails dig into Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
“Don’t come yet,” Klaus pants out as soon as he can get a breath in, pushing at Obi-Wan until his cock slips free and Klaus can roll them over so that Obi-Wan is the one on his back. Klaus drags his skirt up and climbs astride Obi-Wan’s hips, reaching back to position his cock and sink back onto it. In this position, he feels even more full, and he throws his head back with a moan and he starts to rock a little, wanting to revel in the sensation.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, skirt hooked over his wet cock as he reaches back to brace his hands on Obi-Wan’s thighs. “You fill me up so good, sweetheart.”