Obi-Wan curls an arm around Klaus, who clings to him so tightly that there is barely any part of him left on the bed at all. It's an astounding contrast to earlier and Klaus likes that he and Obi-Wan can be so many things to each other, with neither of them settling into any sort of role. Klaus can fuck him roughly against a door in a loud club and find himself here hours later, being held, being made love to, and it's incredible. He can have it all, every itch scratched, every need satisfied, all by this one beautiful man.

And more than that, on top of all the pleasure this wonderful man gives him, he is loved. Klaus truly feels like the luckiest person alive, and also like this is more than he deserves, but he is too selfish to ever give it up. He will cling to Obi-Wan with all that he has, staying by his side as long as Obi-Wan will have him there, because he's happy. How could he ever give this up?

Maybe Obi-Wan is more than Klaus deserves, but he will do everything in his power to make Obi-Wan feel just as special, just as loved, as he makes Klaus feel. Because what Obi-Wan deserves is to be happy.

It's all so much, Obi-Wan holding onto him, thrusting into him so perfectly, kissing him all over, that when he says those precious words again, Klaus can't help it. He turns his head to bite hard at the spot where Obi-Wan's neck meets his shoulder, muffling his cry as his orgasm tears through him, cock pulsing in Obi-Wan's grip as his whole body trembles in his arms.