Now that Klaus has come, he feels a little more clear-headed, funnily enough. He feels amazing, tinging with pleasure from his head to his toes as Obi-Wan thrusts hard into his sensitive hole, filling him over and over again. It's too much and stunningly perfect all at once, and Klaus lets out another moan as he leans forward to press his hands against Obi-Wan's shoulders.
The sounds their bodies make as they meet is obscene and beautiful all at once, and Klaus thinks that maybe he could come again, or maybe he's jut stuck there at the height of it, letting it go on and on. A part of him wants to see how long he could draw it out, keeping Obi-Wan right there at the edge, but he sees the look on Obi-Wan's face. He's so close, holding back only because Klaus asked him to, and to Klaus, that's romance.
"Do you want to come inside me?" Klaus asks in a sultry voice, flipping his hair over one shoulder as he leans down to press a messy kiss against Obi-Wan's mouth, whimpering quietly against it. "I love that you're the only one who ever has," he admits in the sacred space between their mouths, reaching up to cup the side of Obi-Wan's head in one hand. "Give it to me, sweetheart."
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The sounds their bodies make as they meet is obscene and beautiful all at once, and Klaus thinks that maybe he could come again, or maybe he's jut stuck there at the height of it, letting it go on and on. A part of him wants to see how long he could draw it out, keeping Obi-Wan right there at the edge, but he sees the look on Obi-Wan's face. He's so close, holding back only because Klaus asked him to, and to Klaus, that's romance.
"Do you want to come inside me?" Klaus asks in a sultry voice, flipping his hair over one shoulder as he leans down to press a messy kiss against Obi-Wan's mouth, whimpering quietly against it. "I love that you're the only one who ever has," he admits in the sacred space between their mouths, reaching up to cup the side of Obi-Wan's head in one hand. "Give it to me, sweetheart."