The hand on his throat, the teeth on his throat, the way Klaus is thrusting into him and stroking his cock. All of it is utterly overwhelming, especially paired with the sensation of the bass still pumping out of the speakers in the club, the sensation of it rumbling through both their bodies, the door, filling every moment with that heavy beat.

Generally, Obi-Wan never loses control. Even with Klaus, where it comes closest, he's still usually in control of himself, but there's something about all this, how close he is to speaking his feelings, how close they are to other people, just beyond the locked door, how intensely he's feeling now and it makes him feel as if he's being pulled apart in the most wonderful and dangerous way. Klaus asks if he's going to be loud and he answers with a rough moan, not knowing if it's loud or not, unable to even really hear himself.

He's wrapped up in Klaus.

Then one particular thrust of Klaus's hips does something, a stroke of his cock, and, without realizing it's going to happen, Obi-Wan's hand slaps against the door and he groans out, louder than he realized it would be, "Fuck."