Practice implies that they'll be doing this over and over, and there was a time when Klaus would have been terrified of anyone knowing him so well, or getting so close. More maybe he was just always scared of what it meant to let someone in. That happiness that comes vulnerability, and the fear of having something to lose. It already happened once, and he still battles with that pain, carrying it around with him each and every day.
He could lose this. Nothing comes with a guarantee, but Obi-Wan is worth the risk. This is worth everything.
Obi-Wan's hands dip into his pants, fingers gliding along the curve of his hip and over a fading bruise in the shape of Obi-Wan's mouth. He shivers at the sensation and then nods, staring up at Obi-Wan with dark eyes as he lifts his hips enough for his pants to be tugged off. They're tossed aside and Klaus twists to reach over and grab the lube and a condom as Obi-Wan divests himself of his own sweats.
He sets the supplies on the bed and reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Obi-Wan's neck, drawing him back down between Klaus's spread thighs, gasping as his cock slides against the cut of Obi's hips. He tugs Obi-Wan into another deep kiss before can do something like beg, only because they're supposed to be quiet.
"I need you," he whispers, kissing the corner of Obi's mouth and closing his eyes. He can't help but to think about what Obi-Wan has told him about the Jedi and attachments, and for a moment he feels a tiny kernel of worry, because he's never felt so attached to another person in his life. "I am going to keep on needing you, if that's alright."
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He could lose this. Nothing comes with a guarantee, but Obi-Wan is worth the risk. This is worth everything.
Obi-Wan's hands dip into his pants, fingers gliding along the curve of his hip and over a fading bruise in the shape of Obi-Wan's mouth. He shivers at the sensation and then nods, staring up at Obi-Wan with dark eyes as he lifts his hips enough for his pants to be tugged off. They're tossed aside and Klaus twists to reach over and grab the lube and a condom as Obi-Wan divests himself of his own sweats.
He sets the supplies on the bed and reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Obi-Wan's neck, drawing him back down between Klaus's spread thighs, gasping as his cock slides against the cut of Obi's hips. He tugs Obi-Wan into another deep kiss before can do something like beg, only because they're supposed to be quiet.
"I need you," he whispers, kissing the corner of Obi's mouth and closing his eyes. He can't help but to think about what Obi-Wan has told him about the Jedi and attachments, and for a moment he feels a tiny kernel of worry, because he's never felt so attached to another person in his life. "I am going to keep on needing you, if that's alright."