Though he's the one with the weight of the Force gripping Klaus's throat, it's Klaus who makes the demand, Klaus who reaches for his hip and drags him in harder, faster. It makes Obi-Wan's muscles shiver with pleasure, knowing how much Klaus trusts him, how he believes in the safety of what they are together. There's no feeling in the world like this one, Obi-Wan believes.
And so he does exactly what Klaus asks. He thrusts harder, knowing if they were out of the water, he would be able to hear his skin slapping against Klaus's. His grip on Klaus's cock twist, stroking faster, panting roughly into Klaus's ear as he does.
"Do it," he breathes against Klaus's ear. "Come for me. I need to feel you."
At the same time as he utters his own demand, the Force tightens on Klaus's throat. Never enough to really cut off his air, for Obi-Wan can't imagine truly hurting Klaus, but still enough to be well and truly felt.
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And so he does exactly what Klaus asks. He thrusts harder, knowing if they were out of the water, he would be able to hear his skin slapping against Klaus's. His grip on Klaus's cock twist, stroking faster, panting roughly into Klaus's ear as he does.
"Do it," he breathes against Klaus's ear. "Come for me. I need to feel you."
At the same time as he utters his own demand, the Force tightens on Klaus's throat. Never enough to really cut off his air, for Obi-Wan can't imagine truly hurting Klaus, but still enough to be well and truly felt.