God, Klaus loves it when Obi-Wan is loud. He is usually always so composed that Klaus feels a certain sense of triumph when he makes noise. Especially now, when each sound he makes feels like it's being pulled up from somewhere deep inside of him, like he just can't help it. These sounds are music to Klaus's ears and he wants to hear more of them all the time.
"Yeah, just like that," he gasps out, shifting himself so he has more leverage to thrust up into Obi-Wan, holding onto him while the two of them work together to have Obi-Wan bouncing on his cock. He braces his forearm against Obi-Wan's lower back and reaches between them to curl his fingers around Obi's cock, not stroking so much as just holding on and giving him something to fuck into as he bounces so goddamn splendidly.
"You're more beautiful than any poetry, than any song," Klaus breathes out, not even entirely sure of what he's saying but meaning every word of it all the same. "I could never get enough of you. Not in a thousand lifetimes."
He lifts his hand from Obi-Wan's back to grip the back of his neck instead, dragging him down onto Klaus's cock and holding him there while Klaus kisses him, keeping him there and kissing him until he starts to squirm and then releasing him, thrusting up hard as his hand slides down the sweat-slick expanse of Obi-Wan's back.
"You're even more beautiful when you come," he says with a grin, sliding his hand up into Obi-Wan's hair to grip some of it in his fist, using it to tug his head back so Klaus can lean in and drag his tongue across the hollow of Obi-Wan's throat and up his neck, biting at the spot just under his ear. "Are you going to come for me?"
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"Yeah, just like that," he gasps out, shifting himself so he has more leverage to thrust up into Obi-Wan, holding onto him while the two of them work together to have Obi-Wan bouncing on his cock. He braces his forearm against Obi-Wan's lower back and reaches between them to curl his fingers around Obi's cock, not stroking so much as just holding on and giving him something to fuck into as he bounces so goddamn splendidly.
"You're more beautiful than any poetry, than any song," Klaus breathes out, not even entirely sure of what he's saying but meaning every word of it all the same. "I could never get enough of you. Not in a thousand lifetimes."
He lifts his hand from Obi-Wan's back to grip the back of his neck instead, dragging him down onto Klaus's cock and holding him there while Klaus kisses him, keeping him there and kissing him until he starts to squirm and then releasing him, thrusting up hard as his hand slides down the sweat-slick expanse of Obi-Wan's back.
"You're even more beautiful when you come," he says with a grin, sliding his hand up into Obi-Wan's hair to grip some of it in his fist, using it to tug his head back so Klaus can lean in and drag his tongue across the hollow of Obi-Wan's throat and up his neck, biting at the spot just under his ear. "Are you going to come for me?"