Since the first time Klaus did this, Obi-Wan has tried it once or twice and even with the Force he can't seem to control the muscles of his throat the same way Klaus can. He supposes it's something that takes practice, though he can barely think of that now, with Klaus taking him so deep, deep enough that a shudder of pleasure rushes through him and he moans, his head tipping back against the door again.

From outside in the hall, he hears nothing but the music, though he could swear there was someone out there. Then, almost frantic, two women laughing as they hurry away. They've been heard, but Obi-Wan doesn't think they're going to be turned in. He doesn't think he cares. If they're to be caught, he'll deal with that when it happens, but for now all he can focus on is how good this feels.

"Klaus," he moans, winding the fingers of one hand through his hair, combing it back from his face. "This is so good, you... you're so kriffing good."

Everything about him makes Obi-Wan feel this way. It isn't only the moments like these, but the ones in between. The dancing, the laughing, the way Klaus drapes himself over Obi-Wan's lap. The mornings in the warm sun where Klaus sleeps and Obi-Wan meditates or reads before making coffee to wake Klaus up. It's everything.