"I'm sure I could move some things around," Klaus says, as if he has any other plans today. And as if he wouldn't absolutely bail on those plans for more of whatever this is. (He would, for the record.)

Both of Obi-Wan's hand take him by his narrow waist, shifting Klaus where he wants him, and that is enough to make him shiver all over. The manhandling paired with the press of Obi-Wan's thick cock, and the sudden squeeze around his throat, has him moaning outright.

When the grip loosens, Klaus pulls in a breath and lets it out shakily, eyes dark with arousal as he stares at Obi-Wan's face. When he speaks again, his voice is low and husky. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."