Obi-Wan's breath is already quick, already heavy, his skin sheened with sweat as he sits up a little, letting Klaus move and position his cock. Then he's sinking back, feeling himself being filled, a sensation he's still not entirely used to in the most wonderful way possible.

Nothing between them, no barriers. Just the warmth of Klaus inside of him, feeling impossibly huge, making his cock ache with just how it's grown in response.

"Stars, Klaus," he breathes, his hands resting on Klaus's hips, merely holding onto him for the moment. He doesn't move, not yet, just allows himself to adjust to the stretch of muscles and luxuriate in the feeling of Klaus buried so deep inside of him.