For a man who spends little time thinking of his appearance, Obi-Wan is always astonished to find he feels beautiful when he's with Klaus. Just as he'd felt terribly handsome whenever he was with Satine. They have both made him feel as if he is more than what he can do, more than the Force and his abilities as a Jedi, when he's been identified as such and little else for a terribly long time.
He has no regret. It would be pointless. His life as a Jedi has been rewarding and fulfilling. He's traveled, met many incredible people, helped worlds avoid civil war, helped them abolish slavery, helped so many people in so many different ways and he had loved every moment of it. But there are times when he's reminded of just how much he gave up to be the Jedi Master.
No longer.
His hands glide along Klaus's shoulders, fingers curling in the material of his shirt as he lets his head fall back against the door behind him. Klaus is speaking and the low tone of his voice paired with the thumping of the music sends a rolling shiver of pleasure down his spine. "Stars," he says on an exhale, tipping his head to the side so he can look down at Klaus as he takes him into his mouth.
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He has no regret. It would be pointless. His life as a Jedi has been rewarding and fulfilling. He's traveled, met many incredible people, helped worlds avoid civil war, helped them abolish slavery, helped so many people in so many different ways and he had loved every moment of it. But there are times when he's reminded of just how much he gave up to be the Jedi Master.
No longer.
His hands glide along Klaus's shoulders, fingers curling in the material of his shirt as he lets his head fall back against the door behind him. Klaus is speaking and the low tone of his voice paired with the thumping of the music sends a rolling shiver of pleasure down his spine. "Stars," he says on an exhale, tipping his head to the side so he can look down at Klaus as he takes him into his mouth.