Obi-Wan practically melts against him, reaching back to grab at him, and Klaus knows that he has never been entrusted with anything so precious. Klaus isn't even sure if Obi-Wan knows just how much that trust means to someone like Klaus, who has gone through life being trusted with so little.

It's a big responsibility, one that scares him sometimes, but he doesn't ever want to do anything that might jeopardize that trust. He wants to make Obi-Wan happy, keep him safe. He wanted the same for Dave, and failed miserably at the latter. He can't fail again.

"You're the best of everything to me. There is no arguing my opinion," Klaus assures him, shifting his arm from Obi-Wan's stomach to press his hand to the door instead, breathing hotly against Obi's cheek as he starts to roll his hips, fucking Obi-Wan with hard, shallow thrusts, angling himself in a way that he knows will bring Obi-Wan the most pleasure, because he knows Obi-Wan in a way that he's never known another person. It's beautiful and terrifying and he never wants to give it up, not ever.

"You feel so fucking good," he pants out, biting at Obi's jaw and letting out a ragged moan. "So good for me."