Though he's certainly been with people physically stronger than he is, even those who might manhandle him a little, none of it has ever felt even a fraction as good as this does with Klaus. He's panting harshly against Klaus's mouth as he's held down on his cock and when he squirms, it's more for show than anything else, wanting to feel Klaus's cock inside of him, wanting feel him moving even when he's being held in place.

At first, before Klaus releases him again, he just rocks, moving back and forth in Klaus's lap. His fingers curl under, clinging to Klaus's waist as his head is pulled back and he moans again at the feel of Klaus's tongue dragging over his skin.

At Klaus's words, Obi-Wan's breath hitches and he thinks he could come. No, he knows he could, as soon as Klaus says it, as he rolls his hips, his cock sliding through Klaus's fist, but then he manages to grin, a quick quirk of his lips.

"Do you want me to come now?" he asks breathlessly. "Or do you want me to wait until you're... what did you say? Licking your come out of me?"