"Fuck." Klaus huffs out a breathless laugh, amused and desperately aroused, and he nods as he drags Obi-Wan in for another kiss, biting at his bottom lip and giving it a tug before licking away the sting. "That sounds like a lovely idea."

He pushes Obi-Wan back again, laying him out on the mattress and falling over him, catching himself with one hand planted into the mattress. Klaus grabs Obi-Wan's hip in his other hand, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he fucks him hard, gasping as he bottoms out. The pleasure inside of him rises like a white-hot wave as his thrusts get erratic, and all it takes is the reminder that he'll get to come deep inside Obi-Wan to have him tipping over the edge.

His hips slam forward, grinding in deep as he comes with a moan, staring down at Obi-Wan as he holds himself up on a trembling arm. It's a new sensation, similar but also so different, and Klaus collapses onto his elbow and buries his face in Obi-Wan's neck as aftershocks roll through him, hips rocking lazily as he licks at Obi's skin, tasting the salt from their exertion.