Even once he's spoken, Obi-Wan is a little surprised he's managed to get the words out, given the spike of arousal they bring, though he's the one to have said them. It's the mere thought, the idea of Klaus turning him over, licking himself out of him, and it sends tremors of pleasure down his spine as Klaus pushes him back on the mattress once more.
The grip Klaus has on him is hard, enough so that he knows he'll leave marks behind, bruises pressed into his skin and Obi-Wan's hand falls to Klaus's, pressing his fingers harder. He wants to see those marks days from now, wants to remember this night, this feeling, everything they've built and all the ways in which it's so unexpected.
And somehow exactly what he needs.
When Klaus comes, Obi-Wan's eyes close, and he tells himself not to follow suit. He makes his body obey, his cock achingly hard, and he wraps both his arms around Klaus, breath catching in his throat, the sensation of being filled in such a way entirely, wonderfully new.
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The grip Klaus has on him is hard, enough so that he knows he'll leave marks behind, bruises pressed into his skin and Obi-Wan's hand falls to Klaus's, pressing his fingers harder. He wants to see those marks days from now, wants to remember this night, this feeling, everything they've built and all the ways in which it's so unexpected.
And somehow exactly what he needs.
When Klaus comes, Obi-Wan's eyes close, and he tells himself not to follow suit. He makes his body obey, his cock achingly hard, and he wraps both his arms around Klaus, breath catching in his throat, the sensation of being filled in such a way entirely, wonderfully new.