"Stars," Obi-Wan breathes on a sharp exhale when Klaus pushes inside of him. The hand resting at his throat, the feel of Klaus's strength at his back, it all makes Obi-Wan feel vulnerable in ways he wouldn't have allowed with just anyone. But with Klaus things are different. It isn't only Darrow that allows him to feel this trust, but Klaus himself.

He likes to think even in another world, had they discovered one another, it would have been the same.

He laughs a little, feeling how he might were he truly to allow himself to get drunk. His head turns and he presses a kiss to Klaus's jaw, his head still resting against his shoulder, and then he nips sharply at his skin. One hand slips off the door and he reaches back, holding Klaus's hip, then sliding his hand over his ass to keep him close.

"I don't know about that," he murmurs. "But I'm glad you think so."