Oh, he is a lucky man to be hearing those words, and Obi-Wan wishes he could take them with him, that whisper, the brief breath of air against his lips that come with the words. He can take the feeling, carry it with him wherever he goes, but he wishes he could reply that perfect whisper over and over in his ear when he needs it most.

Maybe he's thinking of it all wrong. When he leaves this place in the morning, it won't be the last time he sees Klaus. There isn't the same risk that he might never return. For so long, love has been associated with distance, time and space between them, the knowledge that they'll likely never have another moment in which to tell one another their feelings. It doesn't have to be any longer. He doesn't need to take the whisper with him because if he wants to hear it again, he can.

"Good," he breathes against Klaus's mouth. "I only ever want to make you feel good."

Keeping their foreheads pressed together, Obi-Wan shifts his weight, sliding his hand between them to wrap his fingers around Klaus's cock. He doesn't stroke him at first, just holds him, still thrusting into him, panting softly against his lips, unwilling to put any distance between them.