Obi-Wan's words, along with his obvious enjoyment of what is being done to him, gives Klaus just as much pleasure as the tight, greedy grip of his body, and he pumps his hips a little harder, a little faster, keeping his hand around Obi-Wan's throat.

"I want you just as you are. Just you," he breathes out against Obi-Wan's ear, because Klaus doesn't want Obi-Wan to be anything than himself. He's perfect just as he is. No, not a perfect person, but perfect for him.

Obi-Wan isn't always that vocal during sex, so that uttered please feels like a precious gift. It sends a thrill of heat down his spine, and he ducks his head to bite at Obi-Wan's throat, sucking a mark into his skin as he moves his hand from the door to wrap it around Obi's cock instead, spreading the slick leaking from the head down the length of his cock with his thumb.

"You're always so wet for me," he purrs out, biting at that same spot on his neck as he starts to stroke his cock in time with each hard thrust. "Are you going to be loud?" Klaus angles his hips to put more direct pressure on Obi-Wan's prostate with each thrust, dragging his tongue over the faint indent of his teeth. "Be loud for me, darling."