Klaus lets out a pleased sigh, relieved by Obi-Wan's quiet admission. It isn't an unhealthy sort of need, he doesn't think. He doesn't need to own Obi-Wan, doesn't need to always know his whereabouts, or what he's doing or who he's with. He doesn't need Obi-Wan to pledge himself to Klaus, or anything like that. They are their own people just as much as they are a part of this thing that they're building together, and that's important. He doesn't need any of that to change.

What he needs is this, just Obi-Wan being in his life. His company, and his laughter. His touch. His love. These are the things Klaus needs, because now that he's had them, he isn't sure how he could ever be expected to be without them.

The kiss is one that he can easily lose himself in, and that's exactly what Klaus does. He loses track of time as his arm wraps around Obi-Wan's shoulders, keeping him in close as their tongues meet. They kiss until Klaus's mouth feels raw and he has to pull back just to suck in a breath, whimpering softly as Obi's hips rock against his own, cocks sliding together as Klaus plants his heels into the bed.

"Please," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth, kissing him again as his other hand slides down Obi's back, gripping his ass to drag him in even closer. "Obi, please."