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The first time Klaus walked into this club, he did it with the intention of getting absolutely plastered and finding someone to go home with for drunk, sloppy sex that would distract him for a few hours. He did not accomplish either of those things. Before he could get too drunk, he spotted someone interesting and was taken back to his place for some very fantastic mind-blowing sex that immediately set a bar so high that no one else can reach it.

If, on that first night, someone told Klaus that the next time he'd be walking into this club would be on the arm of that very same man, some three months later, he'd have laughed in their face.

But that is exactly what's happening. When Klaus realized how long they'd been doing this, he told Obi-Wan that he thought it would be fun to go back to that club for another dance. It only occurred to him hours later what he had just proposed: celebrating an anniversary. Thankfully, he was at home by the time it happened, and he was able to freak out and talk himself back down in private.

In Vietnam, Klaus counted the months. It was a way to keep track of how long he'd been away from his own timeline, and also how long he'd had Dave in his life. Each month was silently acknowledged, quietly celebrated and agonized over in equal measure, but it was never anything he gave a voice to, or talked to Dave about. He just counted them until he got to ten, and then there were no more.

By the time that Obi-Wan picks him up, Klaus has calmed down (thanks in part to a blunt he panic-smoked on his balcony) and dressed himself in black leather pants and a wine-colored button down shirt, with only the button at his sternum fastened. Seeing Obi-Wan makes him feel as excited as he did when he first mentions it, and he feels silly for getting himself so worked up. They're just going to have some fun.

They arrive at the club and get their wrists stamped, and Klaus is more then relieved to get inside where it's warmer. The music thumps in his chest and Klaus grins, bouncing a little as he grabs Obi-Wan's hand and drags him inside.

"Why did you come here that first night?" Klaus asks once they're at the bar, tilting his head to look at him curiously. "This isn't your usual scene."

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"With a collection of languages between us," he says, amused. He has no idea what Klaus just said to him and he supposes he could respond in Twi'lek or something similar, but he just likes knowing how much knowledge they possess. He's never felt like a stupid or a foolish man, he likes to learn, has done a great deal of reading and research in his life.

But there's still so much more to learn. Klaus could teach him a language or two.

"If you could teach me one of the languages you know, which one would it be?" he asks. "Not which would be easiest, because I do so enjoy a challenge, but which is your favourite? Or which would you most like me to learn?"

Given that he has few other demands on his time, unless he finally gets a job, Obi-Wan thinks learning a new language would certainly be worthwhile.

"How bizarre is it that we both speak English?" Klaus asks with a laugh, though it hits him that that's probably because of what Ben told him. He quickly whisks the thought away and his brain just lets him because he still doesn't know how to process that, so he won't!

"Hmm, that's a good question." He finishes off his taco as he thinks about it, taking another long drink before shifting to lay across the bed, resting his head on Obi-Wan's thigh. "French is very sexy. So is Spanish."

A soft, almost surprised smile graces his face when he thinks of a poem he revisited very recently, one that seems perfect for tonight, so he tips his head back to look up at Obi-Wan. "Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo."

Obi-Wan won't know what he's saying, but he thinks the love and passion he feels are evident in the words.

"Where I'm from it's called Galactic Basic and it looks different in writing, but yes, they are essentially the same language, aren't they?" he asks as Klaus settles onto his thigh. He brushes back a stray curl that's escaped from his bun, then smiles down at him as he considers the languages he knows.

When he speaks, Obi-Wan has no idea what the words mean, but he listens intently all the same, enjoying the rising and falling cadence, the emotion Klaus infuses into each and every word he speaks. It's lovely, truly lovely, and he doesn't know if this is French or Spanish or something else entirely, but he knows he could listen to Klaus speak this way for as long as he would want.

"That's beautiful," he says, curling down so he can press an upside down kiss to Klaus's mouth where he's lying in his lap.

Klaus lifts his head to smile into the kiss, reaching up to cup Obi-Wan's cheek and deepen it a little, tasting salsa and lime on his tongue. It's slow and lazy and Klaus hums his approval as he pulls back, lips curled into a pleased grin as he lays his head back on Obi-Wan's thigh.

"Te amo means I love you in Spanish," Klaus says, because he isn't sure that he could recite the poem in English quite yet. He had thought of Obi-Wan instantly when he read it, and that scared him at the time. It still scares him now, but not in quite the same way. "In French, it's je t'aime. Both very beautiful languages, but I do have a certain fondness for Dutch."

He feels almost giddy, like he can't stop saying it now that he's allowed himself to do so, and he strokes his fingertips through Obi-Wan's beard as he bites his lip in amusement. "Ik hou van jou."

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"Te amo," Obi-Wan echoes. "Je t'aime. Ik hou van jou."

All easy enough to remember. Words he can use at other times, just to remind Klaus both of how he feels and that he listens to him, enjoys listening to him, absorbing any and all information he might want to share. Obi-Wan has been a voracious learner all his life, even in his more rebellious years -- and learning alternative interpretations of the Jedi teachings had been part of that rebellion -- and it hasn't waned with his arrival in Darrow. If anything, it's grown, and he wants to learn more, to understand more. He wants Klaus to teach him.

"Ma sareen," he says to Klaus, then smiles. "That means my sweet in Ryl. I believe their expression of love involves more sign language I'm not entirely familiar with, but I did learn that particular expression."

Obi-Wan repeats them all back to him and Klaus grins widely, feeling the warmth in his chest spread until he doesn't even know how he could possibly contain the affection within him. There is still that tiny voice in his head telling him that he doesn't deserve this, that he'll screw it up somehow, but he's happy enough that for now, it's easily drowned out.

"Ma sareen," Klaus repeats, eyes crinkling at the corners as he curls his hand around Obi-Wan's bicep, sliding it up and down slowly. It's such a beautiful moment, the two of them resting together on Klaus's queen sized bed in the house he shares with his family. Most of the people that Klaus has ever loved are under this roof, and they love him in return. Sometimes it's almost enough to make him want to weep.

"Are we done eating?" Klaus asks with a slightly mischievous smile. "Because I think that I'd really like you inside of me before we go to sleep." He lifts his hand to rest his index finger against Obi-Wan's mouth, chuckling happily. "But unlike earlier, we'll need to be quiet."

"Oh, I think I would happily be done eating for such a thing as that," Obi-Wan answers with a slowly blooming smile behind Klaus's finger pressed to his lips. He pulls away only to clean up their mess, setting it all aside, and then he leans back again, rising onto his knees so he can get properly near enough to Klaus to kiss him.

There will be time later, he knows, to meditate on all this. To try and better understand how he feels and how it fits into everything he's always been told. He understands it may seem as if he's trying to shape what he used to believe to a new life and Obi-Wan will have to meditate on whether or not that's true. If it is, he doesn't believe it to be a negative thing necessarily. A part of life is growing, changing, understanding things better. If one is not open to understanding new and different aspects of the galaxy, that, he believes, is a good way to become lost.

This is a learning curve for everyone, he thinks. Not only Darrow, but life itself. It's a lesson he's glad to still be taking part in.

"Quiet now," he murmurs against Klaus's mouth as he kisses him again, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

"I can be quiet," Klaus murmurs, breath hitching at that soft bite to his lip. He shifts so that he's laying in the center of the bed, pulling Obi-Wan with him and kissing him again. His thighs fall open to make room for Obi-Wan between them, and he is suddenly so desperate for that closeness, to have Obi-Wan inside of him, taking up space in his body.

"You'll have to kiss me a lot," he whispers breathlessly, giving Obi-wan a teasing smile and nudging their noses together as he slides his hands down the bare expanse of Obi-Wan's back, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his pants. "Otherwise I might be loud, you know."

He grins as Obi-Wan settles on top of him, biting as his chin as his hands slide lower to grip at his ass, pulling their hips together with a low groan. "But I'll do my best."

“Oh, I think I can take care of that,” Obi-Wan answers as he settles on top of Klaus, fitting between the spread of his thighs. Klaus’s skin is warm against his, where their bellies press together, and he rolls his hips slowly, pressing their bodies snug.

He sinks into a kiss, his lips parting, tongue sweeping into Klaus’s mouth. They’re moving soft and slow, but the kiss is deep and burning with heat already. Klaus’s fingers have dipped under the band of his pants and he can feel them just below his tailbone, the delicious promise of more.

And then, because he can, he pulls back just a little, nudging his nose against Klaus’s. “I love you,” he murmurs. “You.”

This is stark difference from their earlier encounter, more intimate and less rushed, and Klaus loves every single way that they come together, but there is something special about being tucked underneath Obi-Wan like this in a quiet room, being held and kissed like he's the only thing that matters in the entire world.

His hands slide deeper into Obi-Wan's pants, cupping his ass and squeezing to drag him even closer, gasping softly into his mouth as their cocks press together through the thin layers of fabric.

When Obi-Wan pulls back to look at him, Klaus swallows hard because he thinks that he knows what's coming and he tries to prepare himself, but there is no preparation that he could do that would make him ready to hear those words spoken so close to his mouth, while they're pressed together like this in his bed, and Klaus lets out a shuddering breath and closes his eyes as a warm flush travels through him.

He can't believe that this is something that he gets to have. It baffles him, bewilders him, and Klaus stares up at Obi-Wan in awe as he pulls him tighter, wraps his legs around him like someone might come and try to take him away. This beautiful, wonderful man loves him, and Klaus will never stop thinking of it as a precious gift, one that he has to hold close so he never loses it.

"I love you too," he breathes out, which is something jut as astounding. Not only does he get to hear it, but he can say it back and truly mean it. "Just you."

"I think we're getting rather good at that already," Obi-Wan murmurs. "Still ought to practice, I must think."

Then he kisses Klaus again, deeper, licking his mouth open. At the same time he pushes one hand down Klaus's body, sliding into the waist of his pants, pulling them down bit by bit. His thumb sweeps over the sharp angle of Klaus's hip, looking for sensitive skin, anywhere he knows will make Klaus gasp into his mouth.

There will be time later for him to meditate on it. For him to consider what it means, what it might have meant in another life, what he'll tell anyone who may or may not ask. Loving Klaus upsets much of the balance Obi-Wan has achieved in his life and he doesn't care. Balance is important, but just as important is the ability to rebalance when things have shifted.

"Here," he murmurs, finally getting Klaus's pants down enough. He pulls back, then smiles. "Lift your hips. Let me get these off."

Practice implies that they'll be doing this over and over, and there was a time when Klaus would have been terrified of anyone knowing him so well, or getting so close. More maybe he was just always scared of what it meant to let someone in. That happiness that comes vulnerability, and the fear of having something to lose. It already happened once, and he still battles with that pain, carrying it around with him each and every day.

He could lose this. Nothing comes with a guarantee, but Obi-Wan is worth the risk. This is worth everything.

Obi-Wan's hands dip into his pants, fingers gliding along the curve of his hip and over a fading bruise in the shape of Obi-Wan's mouth. He shivers at the sensation and then nods, staring up at Obi-Wan with dark eyes as he lifts his hips enough for his pants to be tugged off. They're tossed aside and Klaus twists to reach over and grab the lube and a condom as Obi-Wan divests himself of his own sweats.

He sets the supplies on the bed and reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Obi-Wan's neck, drawing him back down between Klaus's spread thighs, gasping as his cock slides against the cut of Obi's hips. He tugs Obi-Wan into another deep kiss before can do something like beg, only because they're supposed to be quiet.

"I need you," he whispers, kissing the corner of Obi's mouth and closing his eyes. He can't help but to think about what Obi-Wan has told him about the Jedi and attachments, and for a moment he feels a tiny kernel of worry, because he's never felt so attached to another person in his life. "I am going to keep on needing you, if that's alright."

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.

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."

"Shh," Obi-Wan answers, although his voice is hoarse with want. "We have to be quiet, remember?"

He backs off a little, enough that he can spill some of the lubricant onto his fingers, using them to press against Klaus's ass. On his knees between Klaus's thighs, Obi-Wan presses one finger inside of him slowly, curling in within his body, easing him open first with one, then two. Even this he loves, the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside Klaus, and he knows what comes next most of the time, but he wouldn't need it to. If this was all Klaus wanted, Obi-Wan would happily, cheerfully bring him off just like this. Just to make him happy.

"How is that?" he asks in a low voice. "How do you feel?"

He leans forward then, braced on his knees, and presses one finger of his free hand against Klaus's lips. With a smile, he says, "But make sure to tell me quietly."

When Obi-Wan's finger sinks into him, it's enough of a relief that Klaus feels himself relax slightly, breathing out as he rocks back against his hand. And then one finger becomes two, and Klaus lets out a soft little whimper because he really does love having Obi-Wan's fingers in him.

At the question, Klaus opens his mouth but then Obi-Wan's finger is there, silencing him before he can respond, and he lets out a fond laugh as he twists his head to pull the digit into his mouth. His cheeks hollow around it as he sucks on it, nodding his approval as he rocks his hips up eagerly.

He bobs his head a little, sucking on Obi's finger like he would his cock, keeping his gaze on Obi-Wan's face as he reaches out to pluck the condom from Obi's hand. He tears it open and reaches down to grip Obi-Wan's cock, rolling the condom down onto it as he sucks hard at his finger with a quiet, needy whimper.

Even though he'd told Klaus to be quiet, he hadn't expected him to be this quiet, and when he sucks his finger into his mouth, Obi-Wan is the louder of the two. The moan he lets out is still soft, but he can't help himself either way, not with Klaus touching him, rolling the condom down while he sucks on his finger, his own fingers still buried deep within Klaus's body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers as he shifts forward slightly. With a smile, he pulls his finger gently from Klaus's mouth, then taps Klaus's lower lip before reaching for the lubricant once more. "And very good at being quiet."

Even with how good he feels, he's still wearing a warm smile as he spills lubricant into his palm and then slicks it down the length of his cock. They're moving so quietly, so slowly, and as he leans over Klaus's body, one hand braced beside his head, his smile only grows. Their mouths meet and Obi-Wan nudges the head of his cock against Klaus's hole, not quite sinking into him, but close, licking into his mouth at the same time.

There might come a time where Klaus doesn't visibly react to the slightest bit of praise from Obi-Wan, but it certainly hasn't come yet. He taps Klaus's lip and he shivers with pleasure, cock twitching where it brushes against Obi-Wan's stomach.

It's not just the compliments but the way that Obi-Wan looks at him sometime, most of the time, like he's something precious and irreplaceable, like it's Klaus that he wants, rather than just sex. He can fuck whoever he wants and Klaus is fine with that, as long as he never looks at anyone else this way, like he's in love. It's not something that he needs to worry about; he knows that it's true. This is all for him.

Obi-Wan leans down to kiss him and Klaus prepares for the blunt press of his blissfully big cock, but it doesn't come. Instead Obi holds himself right at the precipice and coaxes Klaus's mouth open with a press of his tongue. Klaus rolls his eyes in fond exasperation before closing them and returning the kiss, sliding his hands up Obi-Wan's back until he can curl them over his shoulders and squeeze.

"I'm not sure that I know how to beg quietly," he whispers against Obi-Wan's mouth, smiling and then nipping at his bottom lip as he hooks his knees over Obi-Wan's hips, squeezing them between his thighs as Klaus tries to drag him in closer. "You're toying with me."

"I am not," Obi-Wan protests playfully. "I'm simply taking my time."

Klaus squeezes his body between his thighs and Obi-Wan can't wait any longer, doesn't want to wait any longer, he sinks slowly into Klaus, inch by inch. A shuddering breath slides out of him as he does and he ducks his head, pressing his lips to Klaus's throat and to his collarbone, breathing out against his skin. He shifts his knees under him a little better, changing the angle, pressing down into Klaus's body with a soft moan that he tries to muffle against Klaus's collarbone.

It's funny and not something he would have considered, but having to be quiet adds something to all this. Some new element. It's different than how it had been in the club, when he'd felt he ought to be quiet and had been utterly unable. Now he can. Now he must.

The best way, he thinks, is just to kiss Klaus again. He leans in, bending Klaus's body so he can properly kiss him, deeply and thoroughly. Then he rolls his hips, pulling back and sinking into Klaus again, sinking into that heat, the tight grip of his body, and he moans into Klaus's mouth.

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."

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.

Obi-Wan trembles in his grip as Klaus tells him that he loves him, and that's so astounding to him. Knowing that his love is something that holds such value, something that is so important. Something that matters so much that hearing the words makes Obi-Wan shiver, makes him happy. He so rarely gets to be the person that makes anyone happy.

"You do. You always do," Klaus assures him breathlessly, sliding his hand to cradle Obi-Wan's jaw, pressing their mouths together again. He deepens the kiss to keep from moaning when Obi's hand wraps around his cock so perfectly, so assuredly. There is no fumbling when they're together, because they know each other's bodies so well. It's all so perfect, and Klaus gasps again as Obi-Wan fucks him in a tender sort of way that also sends pleasure coursing through him, like fire in his veins.

He never knew that it could be like this. Being with Dave was wonderful, and Klaus cherishes those memories, but it was never like this. Surely the lack of complete privacy and time to really explore each other had to do with that, but Klaus will never know now. He and Obi-Wan have been given that, both time and space, and Klaus will always love Dave, and will always miss him, but he also can't regret a single thing that led to this moment right here.

"Obi," he whimpers out, digging his fingertips into the skin of his back, thumbing at the curve of his cheekbone, rocking up into the grip of his hand. It's so good, all of it so good, and Klaus kisses him again just to keep from crying out.

It feels so completely different from how things had been between them earlier, the way they had been almost desperate, Obi-Wan pressed to the door of the small supply room, Klaus behind him, thrusting into him. It's not less special, no less good, but so different and Obi-Wan has to muffle another gasping moan against Klaus's mouth.

What an incredible thing, that they can be so many different things to one another.

Shifting his weight back onto his knees, Obi-Wan slips his free arm around Klaus's shoulders so he can hold them close together. He doesn't want to stop kissing him, not now, when everything feels so intimate and vulnerable, raw in a way he hadn't entirely been expecting. Had he and Satine ever been together like this, he wonders? It doesn't seem so. They never had the time, the privacy, the space. They had hidden moments, whispers in shadows, furtive interactions that were always coloured slightly by the possibility of trouble. None of that is here with them now. There is only love and the desire to make one another feel good.

Obi-Wan holds Klaus close, thrusting into him now with a deep, steady rhythm, stroking his cock at the same time. He presses kisses to wherever he can reach, to the corner of Klaus's mouth, the edge of his jaw, the smooth skin of the throat. "I love you," he whispers, glad to be able to say it.

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.

When Klaus comes, Obi-Wan can feel it in the way his body tightens, in the way his muscles clench, and he has to muffle his own moan between that and the sharp bite on his shoulder. It's going to leave a mark, a round, mouth-shaped bruise, and he likes it very much, thinking of that mark under his clothing, knowing it's there when no one else does beyond the man who put it there. While he has no desire to hide anything from anyone, it still feels special, something to be shared only between the two of them, something to remember these moments and this night by.

Not that he'll need anything. Obi-Wan has to believe that telling Klaus he loves him over the loud, pulsing music of a club has to be memorable no matter what else they do tonight.

He strokes Klaus through his orgasm, his thumb gliding up the underside of his cock, wanting to draw every last bit of pleasure from him before he gives into his own. And when he knows it's likely to have become too much, too sensitive, he stops his strokes, though he doesn't release Klaus, instead choosing to hold onto him, to feel the weight of his cock in his hand, still heavy and warm.

With his arm still tight around Klaus, Obi-Wan buries his face in the side of his throat, his hips still rolling, though they pick up speed a little, his smooth rhythm faltering as he feels his own orgasm trying to take him. He manages a few more deep thrusts before it's all too much and Obi-Wan presses his mouth to Klaus's skin, his teeth pressing into him, muffling the moan as he comes.