When Obi-Wan finally sinks into him, Klaus has to bite his lip to keep from crying out at the pleasure. Obi's cock always fills him so perfectly, stretching him open and dragging across what feels like an infinite number of nerve endings, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

Klaus whimpers softly, overwhelmed by the thick press of Obi-Wan's cock, and the scrape of his beard across his skin, but thankfully Obi-Wan leans in to kiss him and Klaus can lose himself in that. He sinks his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair as he sucks on his tongue, kissing him hungrily as his other hand clutches at Obi's back, fingertips digging into his skin.

It's a wonderful, overwhelming sort of pleasure, made even more intense by the fact that they have to stay quiet. It's not as if it would be the end of the world if any of his siblings were to hear them, but Klaus doesn't want to bother them. More than that, he wants this moment to stay between them, quiet and private, full of passion and love.

"I love you," he whispers against Obi-Wan's mouth, just because he can, because he wants to and he truly means it. Saying it feels like a release, and he shivers at another long, deep stroke of Obi-Wan's cock that drags against his prostate and has his toes curling against the outsides of Obi-Wan's thighs. "Fuck, Obi. Nothing has ever felt as good as you."