Klaus's response makes Obi-Wan laugh, the sound warm and pleased, because Klaus certainly isn't wrong. His opinion is his alone and Obi-Wan respects that, respects that Klaus feels this way about him, revels in it, in fact. In his life, Obi-Wan has made so many mistakes and he cannot undo them, works hard not to dwell on them, but they move with him in the day to day whether he wants them to or not.

And Klaus feels this way about him anyway. Obi-Wan knows he is wildly, unbelievably lucky.

"You're right," he breathes, then groans again at a particularly sharp thrust of Klaus's hips, his cock driving inside of him, making him tremble. "You're right. For you, I'd be anything."

The hand he has pressed to the door curls under, fingernails scraping at wood, and he moans, rough and low. "Klaus, please," he groans. "Just like that. You feel... you're so good."