Klaus honestly couldn't say how much time they spend just rocking together and sharing slow kisses, letting the pleasure build and build until it can no longer be ignored in favor of closeness.

His breath hitches, thighs burning as he leans back, pulling Obi-Wan with him until Klaus is on his back and Obi-Wan is on top of him, nestled between his spread thighs. One hand goes around the back of Obi-Wan's neck and the other around his own cock, stroking a whimper out of him.

"I'm close," he murmurs, wrapping one leg loosely around Obi-Wan's thighs and pulling him closer. "Obi-Wan, please."