It's so dangerous, needing someone, the sort of thing Jedi are warned against, trained against. One more thing Obi-Wan will need to reconcile with what he's been taught all his life, one more thing for him to consider when he meditates, but he doesn't know if he's ever been truly free of needing those around him.
Because he thinks he needs Klaus, too. He believes, truly, that the connection he's forged with Klaus is healthy, built in honesty and trust, and the understanding that neither can possess the other. It's ever that's expected of him as a Jedi, were he to want something more, and yet that need persists. But he can't lie. He can't tell Klaus he doesn't want that when he does.
"Yes," he murmurs, pressing his lips to Klaus's jaw, to his throat. "Yes, I believe that's more than just alright."
It's so simple, getting lost in a kiss, and he moans softly as he does, rolling his hips, groping on the bed for the lubricant and the condom. When he can't find it, he opens his hand, summoning them into his palm with the Force, too distracted by Klaus's mouth to pull back or open his eyes.
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Because he thinks he needs Klaus, too. He believes, truly, that the connection he's forged with Klaus is healthy, built in honesty and trust, and the understanding that neither can possess the other. It's ever that's expected of him as a Jedi, were he to want something more, and yet that need persists. But he can't lie. He can't tell Klaus he doesn't want that when he does.
"Yes," he murmurs, pressing his lips to Klaus's jaw, to his throat. "Yes, I believe that's more than just alright."
It's so simple, getting lost in a kiss, and he moans softly as he does, rolling his hips, groping on the bed for the lubricant and the condom. When he can't find it, he opens his hand, summoning them into his palm with the Force, too distracted by Klaus's mouth to pull back or open his eyes.