“Oh, I think I can take care of that,” Obi-Wan answers as he settles on top of Klaus, fitting between the spread of his thighs. Klaus’s skin is warm against his, where their bellies press together, and he rolls his hips slowly, pressing their bodies snug.

He sinks into a kiss, his lips parting, tongue sweeping into Klaus’s mouth. They’re moving soft and slow, but the kiss is deep and burning with heat already. Klaus’s fingers have dipped under the band of his pants and he can feel them just below his tailbone, the delicious promise of more.

And then, because he can, he pulls back just a little, nudging his nose against Klaus’s. “I love you,” he murmurs. “You.”