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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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"Imagine that," Klaus replies, smiling as he swings the door shut and flips on the light. As far as supply rooms go, it's relatively nice and smells like cleaning supplies, and that's all that Klaus really takes in before he's grabbing Obi-Wan by the hips and turning their bodies to press him against the door.

Though the music is quieter here, Klaus can still feel the thump of the bass and it only serves to heighten his arousal he feels as he leans in for a kiss, pressing their bodies together as he licks into Obi-Wan's mouth, tasting sugar and liquor on his tongue.

"All the better for me to take advantage of you," Klaus teases, biting gently at Obi's lower lip as he slides his hand under Obi's shirt, scratching through the hair on his chest before giving his nipples a hard pinch. His mouth travels along Obi's jaw and down to his throat, kissing across to Obi-Wan's ear. "I think I might want to suck your cock."

With a quick flick of his wrist behind them, Obi-Wan makes sure the door is locked once again before he puts his hands on Klaus instead, stroking up under the thin material of his shirt, fingertips dragging along his back. The music still pulses through him with every heavy beat of the bass and he can hear people laughing, shouting, voices that pass by on the way to the bathroom or to the back door so they can slip out onto the patio for a cigarette. He feels like he needs to be on guard, all his senses heightened.

It makes every touch of Klaus's hands, the press of his lips, the way he pinches Obi-Wan's nipples feel like so much more. His skin is sensitive and his hands move down, curving over Klaus's ass and squeezing through the leather.

The words Klaus speaks against his ear are wonderfully obscene and he moans in response and thinks, again, as he does so often lately, I love him. Every time he thinks it, it feels less dangerous. Every time he thinks it, he comes nearer to saying it. He hadn't said it often enough to Satine, had instead relied on her understanding of him as a person to simply know it.

She had deserved to hear it said properly. And so does Klaus.

At the moment, however, he feels rather dumbstruck and all he manages to say is, "Klaus, I-" before they're kissing again.

Perhaps he shouldn't, but Klaus feels such pride whenever he manages to make Obi-Wan look genuinely flustered. It feels like such an accomplishment, like it's something that only Klaus is truly capable of. An intense rush of fondness spreads through Klaus at the sound of his name, uttered breathlessly before their mouths meet again.

They've been together so many times by now, but it never stops feeling exciting and new. This is one of the many reasons that Klaus knows that Obi-Wan is special. His affection for Obi-Wan is not based solely on the sex they have, far from it, but he can't deny that it's a part of it. There has only ever been one other person that Klaus felt hungry for time and time again, and Klaus thinks that he knows what that means, what it's a sign of. He thinks it won't be too long before he's itching to say it out loud.

But for now, he kisses Obi-Wan again, deeply and desperately, hips rocking forward as Obi's strong hands squeeze at his ass. He drags Obi-Wan's shirt up and ducks his head to kiss along his chest, licking at one of his sensitive nipples before pulling it between his lips, sucking and then biting before sinking gracefully to his knees, grinning up at Obi-Wan as he reaches up to open his jeans.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Klaus breathes out, staring up at Obi-Wan's face, taking in the sweep of his hair and the blue of his eyes, looking almost awed by him. Overwhelmed by his affections. After a long moment of simply staring at him, Klaus swallows hard and pulls Obi's cock out of his underwear. He's half-hard and Klaus's gaze drops to his gorgeous cock as he thumbs at the foreskin, leaning in to press a kiss to the head of his cock, feeling the foreskin draw back as it stiffens further.

"I like feeling you get hard in my mouth," he admits, just before wriggling the tip of his tongue just under the foreskin, suckling at it a little before pulling the whole head into his mouth, lips tightening around it as he looks up at Obi-Wan's face.

For a man who spends little time thinking of his appearance, Obi-Wan is always astonished to find he feels beautiful when he's with Klaus. Just as he'd felt terribly handsome whenever he was with Satine. They have both made him feel as if he is more than what he can do, more than the Force and his abilities as a Jedi, when he's been identified as such and little else for a terribly long time.

He has no regret. It would be pointless. His life as a Jedi has been rewarding and fulfilling. He's traveled, met many incredible people, helped worlds avoid civil war, helped them abolish slavery, helped so many people in so many different ways and he had loved every moment of it. But there are times when he's reminded of just how much he gave up to be the Jedi Master.

No longer.

His hands glide along Klaus's shoulders, fingers curling in the material of his shirt as he lets his head fall back against the door behind him. Klaus is speaking and the low tone of his voice paired with the thumping of the music sends a rolling shiver of pleasure down his spine. "Stars," he says on an exhale, tipping his head to the side so he can look down at Klaus as he takes him into his mouth.

That word always sends a shiver of pleasure through Klaus. It's the highest praise, coming from Obi-Wan, and Klaus hums as he reaches up to curl his fingers around the base of Obi's cock, sucking at him until he's fully hard and rigid against his tongue.

Klaus presses his thumb to the spot at the underside of Obi's cock where it meets his body, rubbing there and stroking down over his balls as he starts to bob his head, keeping his eyes on Obi's face as he does. Eventually he lets his hand fall away, cupping Obi's balls as he relaxes his throat, winking up at Obi-Wan before swallowing him down, taking Obi's cock into his throat slow and steady, until his nose is buried in the soft thatch of hair above his cock.

And then he's lost in the taste and scent of Obi-Wan, lashes fluttering as he moans in pleasure, sliding his other hand up under Obi-Wan's shirt as he takes a moment to simply revel in it.

Since the first time Klaus did this, Obi-Wan has tried it once or twice and even with the Force he can't seem to control the muscles of his throat the same way Klaus can. He supposes it's something that takes practice, though he can barely think of that now, with Klaus taking him so deep, deep enough that a shudder of pleasure rushes through him and he moans, his head tipping back against the door again.

From outside in the hall, he hears nothing but the music, though he could swear there was someone out there. Then, almost frantic, two women laughing as they hurry away. They've been heard, but Obi-Wan doesn't think they're going to be turned in. He doesn't think he cares. If they're to be caught, he'll deal with that when it happens, but for now all he can focus on is how good this feels.

"Klaus," he moans, winding the fingers of one hand through his hair, combing it back from his face. "This is so good, you... you're so kriffing good."

Everything about him makes Obi-Wan feel this way. It isn't only the moments like these, but the ones in between. The dancing, the laughing, the way Klaus drapes himself over Obi-Wan's lap. The mornings in the warm sun where Klaus sleeps and Obi-Wan meditates or reads before making coffee to wake Klaus up. It's everything.

When Klaus hears the giggles, he has to pull off of Obi-Wan's cock to stifle a laugh of his own, breathing hotly against Obi's shaft as he presses kisses along it with an amused glance up at his face.

"Exhibition lite," Klaus says again, voice low and ragged, before he pulls back enough to grip Obi-Wan's hips and turn him around to face the door. "Turns out I like people hearing you moan."

With a grin, he tugs down Obi-Wan's pants and underwear enough to expose the perfect curve of his ass, giving one of his cheeks a sharp bite before spreading him open with his thumbs and leaning in to drag his tongue over that tight curl of muscle. It's suddenly so important that he get inside Obi-Wan right here in this dimly lit storage room, that he make Obi-Wan shout out with pleasure.

He buries his face between Obi-Wan's cheeks, licking him open as he reaches between Obi's legs to fist his cock, stroking lazily as he presses the tip of his tongue eagerly against Obi's hole, working it inside with a content hum.

This is not at all how Obi-Wan had expected their evening to go, but then, he tries not to anticipate anything at all, especially when he's with Klaus. Part of the enjoyment of life comes from the unexpected and he lets himself be turned, lets Klaus tug down his trousers, and he braces himself against the door, palms pressed into the wood.

"Then you ought to do your best to make sure they hear," he answers, laughing roughly as he presses his forehead against the door, his eyes closing in pleasure at the swipe of Klaus's tongue against his ass. Then Klaus's hand closes over his cock and Obi-Wan shivers with arousal, another moan spilling out of him, entirely genuine. Klaus is incredible. He's always incredible.

"That's good," he breathes. I love you. "Klaus, please, I want you to, I-" I love you.

He isn't worried about the words spilling out. He doesn't worry about things like that. They'll come when they come and the result will be the result. There is nothing to fear, there is only what they can do together, what they can be, and he trusts in that.

"Oh, I will," he breathes out with a chuckle, pulling back only long enough to speak before he dives back in, dragging the flat of his tongue over Obi-Wan's hole again before closing his mouth over it to suck gently at it in a way that he's discovered that Obi-Wan particularly likes.

And Klaus likes doing it. He likes doing whatever makes Obi-Wan feel good. He especially likes that he's been with Obi enough times to have learned these things, like how his right nipple is just a little more sensitive than his left, and how he shivers when Klaus bites at just the right spot under his ears. Learning Obi-Wan has been his favorite course of study.

Klaus reaches back into his pants pocket for a packet of lube, managing to tear it open and slick his fingers without pulling his mouth away from Obi-Wan's ass. He only does so he can replace his tongue with his middle finger, sinking it into Obi-Wan with one smooth thrust of his wrist, twisting the digit so he can press against Obi-Wan's prostate just as he nips sharply at the curve of one cheek.

After pulling himself to his feet, he slides his finger out only to press back in with two, working them in and out as he hooks his chin over Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Are you gonna moan nice and loud for me if I fuck you right here?"

When Klaus sucks at his skin, at that ring of muscle, Obi-Wan's hips jerk against his hip, and he lets out a shaking, desperate sort of moan. What a silly question Klaus asks then and he laughs, the sound as shaking and desperate as his moan had been.

With a glance over his shoulder, looking down at Klaus, he shakes his head, looking amused and pleased and already rather debauched, a lock of hair falling over his forehead and into his eyes. And with Klaus standing, with two fingers inside of him, Klaus's chin over his shoulder and their faces so close, he is already shaking with pleasure.

"Yes," he breathes, then grins as he tips his head back against Klaus's shoulder. "I'll make you proud."

They could be anywhere now. Obi-Wan is peripherally aware of the room, the still pounding music, the reality that anyone could be on the other side of the door, and he doesn't care. Klaus has all his attention, all his focus, every twist of his fingers, every hitch of his breath, he has everything.

At this point, it should not surprise him how moments of genuine emotion work their way into even their filthiest of encounters. He's probably teasing in this particular instance, but the knowledge that anyone would care about Klaus being proud of them in any way, especially someone as incredible as Obi-Wan, nearly undoes him.

He lets out a ragged moan just at the word, turning his head to press a kiss to Obi-Wan's cheek as he pulls his fingers free and retrieves the condom from his pocket before undoing his pants enough to pull his cock out. After quickly rolling the condom on and slicking himself with the last of the lube, Klaus drops both packets and reaches up to curl his clean hand around Obi-Wan's presented throat, holding on loosely as he bends his knees and positions his cock at Obi-Wan's hole, nudging the head in slowly and then driving his hips forward to sink in with one quick, smooth thrust.

"I am always proud of you," he gasps out against Obi-Wan's ear, wrapping his other arm around Obi-Wan's stomach to pull him back snug against Klaus's body, simply holding onto him for one long moment to let Obi-Wan adjust to him. His other hand stays curled loosely around Obi's throat, keeping his head tipped back against Klaus shoulder. "You are the best of everything, Obi."

"Stars," Obi-Wan breathes on a sharp exhale when Klaus pushes inside of him. The hand resting at his throat, the feel of Klaus's strength at his back, it all makes Obi-Wan feel vulnerable in ways he wouldn't have allowed with just anyone. But with Klaus things are different. It isn't only Darrow that allows him to feel this trust, but Klaus himself.

He likes to think even in another world, had they discovered one another, it would have been the same.

He laughs a little, feeling how he might were he truly to allow himself to get drunk. His head turns and he presses a kiss to Klaus's jaw, his head still resting against his shoulder, and then he nips sharply at his skin. One hand slips off the door and he reaches back, holding Klaus's hip, then sliding his hand over his ass to keep him close.

"I don't know about that," he murmurs. "But I'm glad you think so."

Obi-Wan practically melts against him, reaching back to grab at him, and Klaus knows that he has never been entrusted with anything so precious. Klaus isn't even sure if Obi-Wan knows just how much that trust means to someone like Klaus, who has gone through life being trusted with so little.

It's a big responsibility, one that scares him sometimes, but he doesn't ever want to do anything that might jeopardize that trust. He wants to make Obi-Wan happy, keep him safe. He wanted the same for Dave, and failed miserably at the latter. He can't fail again.

"You're the best of everything to me. There is no arguing my opinion," Klaus assures him, shifting his arm from Obi-Wan's stomach to press his hand to the door instead, breathing hotly against Obi's cheek as he starts to roll his hips, fucking Obi-Wan with hard, shallow thrusts, angling himself in a way that he knows will bring Obi-Wan the most pleasure, because he knows Obi-Wan in a way that he's never known another person. It's beautiful and terrifying and he never wants to give it up, not ever.

"You feel so fucking good," he pants out, biting at Obi's jaw and letting out a ragged moan. "So good for me."

Klaus's response makes Obi-Wan laugh, the sound warm and pleased, because Klaus certainly isn't wrong. His opinion is his alone and Obi-Wan respects that, respects that Klaus feels this way about him, revels in it, in fact. In his life, Obi-Wan has made so many mistakes and he cannot undo them, works hard not to dwell on them, but they move with him in the day to day whether he wants them to or not.

And Klaus feels this way about him anyway. Obi-Wan knows he is wildly, unbelievably lucky.

"You're right," he breathes, then groans again at a particularly sharp thrust of Klaus's hips, his cock driving inside of him, making him tremble. "You're right. For you, I'd be anything."

The hand he has pressed to the door curls under, fingernails scraping at wood, and he moans, rough and low. "Klaus, please," he groans. "Just like that. You feel... you're so good."

Obi-Wan's words, along with his obvious enjoyment of what is being done to him, gives Klaus just as much pleasure as the tight, greedy grip of his body, and he pumps his hips a little harder, a little faster, keeping his hand around Obi-Wan's throat.

"I want you just as you are. Just you," he breathes out against Obi-Wan's ear, because Klaus doesn't want Obi-Wan to be anything than himself. He's perfect just as he is. No, not a perfect person, but perfect for him.

Obi-Wan isn't always that vocal during sex, so that uttered please feels like a precious gift. It sends a thrill of heat down his spine, and he ducks his head to bite at Obi-Wan's throat, sucking a mark into his skin as he moves his hand from the door to wrap it around Obi's cock instead, spreading the slick leaking from the head down the length of his cock with his thumb.

"You're always so wet for me," he purrs out, biting at that same spot on his neck as he starts to stroke his cock in time with each hard thrust. "Are you going to be loud?" Klaus angles his hips to put more direct pressure on Obi-Wan's prostate with each thrust, dragging his tongue over the faint indent of his teeth. "Be loud for me, darling."

The hand on his throat, the teeth on his throat, the way Klaus is thrusting into him and stroking his cock. All of it is utterly overwhelming, especially paired with the sensation of the bass still pumping out of the speakers in the club, the sensation of it rumbling through both their bodies, the door, filling every moment with that heavy beat.

Generally, Obi-Wan never loses control. Even with Klaus, where it comes closest, he's still usually in control of himself, but there's something about all this, how close he is to speaking his feelings, how close they are to other people, just beyond the locked door, how intensely he's feeling now and it makes him feel as if he's being pulled apart in the most wonderful and dangerous way. Klaus asks if he's going to be loud and he answers with a rough moan, not knowing if it's loud or not, unable to even really hear himself.

He's wrapped up in Klaus.

Then one particular thrust of Klaus's hips does something, a stroke of his cock, and, without realizing it's going to happen, Obi-Wan's hand slaps against the door and he groans out, louder than he realized it would be, "Fuck."

Obi-Wan lets out a loud groan, and that's enough to have Klaus pleased as punch, smiling against Obi's throat to let him know. But then Klaus thrusts again and Obi practically shouts out a curse. Not stars, not kriff, nothing from his own world.

No, he yells out fuck, which is something that he learned from Klaus specifically. It's Klaus that does this to him, Klaus who has him shaking apart. It makes a burst of affection swell within him, along with a sharp punch of arousal.

"Perfect. You're perfect," Klaus breathes out raggedly, stroking Obi's cock a little faster. The hand around Obi's throat tightens just a little, just enough to heighten the arousal he feels, and Klaus's thrusts get a little erratic as pleasure flares out from the base of his spine. "I want to feel you come on my cock, sweetheart. Come for me."

From outside the door comes another laugh, this one muffled, and Obi-Wan can't help himself. He reaches out with the Force, shocked and a little delighted to discover there are three presences on the other side of the door, three people listening to them, laughing, and, if what the Force around them feels like is anything to go on, enjoying themselves very much.

It doesn't alarm him as much as he thought it might. Perhaps because Klaus is stroking him faster, thrusting into him, and he knows he isn't going to last much longer before he comes. And whether or not the people on the other side of the door can hear him, he truly doesn't care. The only thing he cares about is this incredible man behind him, the one making him feel so good, the one who's stolen his heart for the first time since Satine, something he thought utterly impossible.

The words only drive him further into pleasure and he moans, moving with Klaus, breathing hard, feeling heat circling his spine, his groin, and the hand he has on Klaus's hip lifts, instead reaching back to hold onto his hair as he keeps his head tipped back on Klaus's other shoulder.

He comes suddenly, the orgasm snapping through him like fireworks, rushing through his body. His body jerks, come splattering against the door, and they'll have to clean that up, he thinks in an absent sort of way, as his muscles clench around Klaus, making him feel huge inside of Obi-Wan. Making him feel utterly and completely full.

The giggling that Klaus hears from the other side of the door only spurs him on, because he likes knowing that people can hear what he's doing to Obi-Wan. It really is a safer form of exhibitionism, showing off without the level of exposure that comes from someone actually watching them. As it turns out, he really, really enjoys that.

When Obi-Wan comes, it's a beautiful thing. Klaus tilts his head to watch as best he can, smiling and baring his teeth in an almost feral sort of way when Obi-Wan's fingers tangle in his hair. Klaus thrusts in hard just a few more times before he's coming with a shout of his own, cock pulsing inside of Obi-Wan as he empties into the condom.

Panting, Klaus works Obi-Wan through the aftershocks, gently coaxing every last drop of come from his cock before letting it go. He eases out of Obi-Wan and turns him around, pressing him back against the door as he takes Obi-Wan's hands and pins them above his head, holding them against the wood as he leans in for a kiss.

"Did you like the show, ladies?" Klaus asks loudly, grinning as he stares happily at Obi-Wan, eyes alight with mischief. There's a sudden silence on the other side of the door, and one of them squeaks out a yes while the others clap, and then there's the sound of heeled shoes clicking away as they flee.

He lets out a delighted laugh and leans in for another kiss, this one deeper and messier, before he pulls back to look at Obi-Wan again. "God, you're amazing." Another kiss, this one softer. "Amazing."

It's been some time since Obi-Wan has been in any situation in which he's not the one people look to for guidance. With it, he had always been careful, treading lightly, taking care to check in with himself and understand the level of power he was being offered. He had always been careful not to take it, not to rely on the reality of it, not to expect it. The level of trust that had been put in him was something he vowed to earn every single day and with Klaus it's been no different.

But now, pressed up against the door, Klaus pinning his hands over his head, his breath coming in delighted, exhausted gasps, he's never felt as utterly helpless in such a sublime manner.

He sinks into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to wrap himself around Klaus and stay here, though he knows such a thing isn't possible. They may have escaped noticed of an authority for this long, but it won't last forever, and he finds he doesn't want to ruin the potential this room has to offer in the future.

"You make it easy," he answers, then nips softly at Klaus's lower lip. "To be more adventurous. To let go." A Jedi's entire training is based around letting go and Obi-Wan has embraced that, but never in such a way as this. Klaus has only helped him learn more every day.

"Good," Klaus breathes out, kissing Obi-Wan again. Truthfully, they're an excellent match, balancing each other out wonderfully. Obi-Wan could never be called boring, but he takes things more seriously, and is calm and wise at all the right times. Klaus needs that in his life, just as Obi-Wan needs someone to take him on adventures and make him smile. Klaus has never been good for anyone before. It's a very wonderful feeling.

After letting go of Obi-Wan's hands, Klaus gives him another thorough kiss and reaches down to tug Obi-Wan's pants back up, carefully tucking his spent cock back into his underwear and doing up his fly. Once he takes off the condom and fixes up his own pants, he tugs Obi-Wan aside and laughs heartily when he sees the splatter of come on the door, turning to give Obi-Wan an openly fond look.

"Thankfully, we're in just the right place," Klaus says, still laughing happily as he snags a tub of antibacterial wipes from the shelf and cleans off the door, snatching up their discarded wrappers and tossing it all in the trash. After quickly washing his hands in the small utility sink, Klaus turns to smile warmly at Obi-Wan. "There, good as new."

It's silly and sentimental, but a part of Obi-Wan almost doesn't want to leave this room. A reaction to the endorphins, he knows, and a reaction to Klaus, to everything he feels for him. There's still fun to be had this evening, though, the night is still young, as they say, and he knows the two of them will have a good time no matter where they are.

Even if this room has rather fond memories for him now.

"We look absolutely presentable," he agrees once he's washed his hands as well and smoothed a little bit of water into the bit of his hair that sometimes insists on making itself known after Klaus has been at it. They've left the room clean, too, which is a strange priority and yet something Obi-Wan would have insisted upon. This is not their home, it isn't their property, and it's only right they leave it as clean as they found it.

"Come," he says, unlocking the door with a wave of his hand before he presses his lips to Klaus's cheek and then leads him into the hall, walking with confidence, as if they haven't just been somewhere they ought not to be. "Are you hungry? I could go for something to eat."

"We already did," Klaus says smugly, tipping his cheek out for Obi-Wan's kiss before following him out into the hall. He feels a little like he's walking on air, pleasantly tipsy from the drinks and buzzing with endorphins, but he's also just happy. It's something that he's getting used to.

"I could go for some tacos!" He calls out over the music, following behind Obi-Wan as they head back into the club proper. There's a trio of girls eyeing them and one of them winks, so Klaus discreetly lifts up his hand for a high five, which the girl happily gives him.

Smirking, he darts forward and slings an arm around Obi-Wan's waist, squeezing him in against Klaus's side and leaning in to playfully press a bunch of messy kisses to the side of Obi-Wan's face. "Do you want to leave and go find some? Or get another drink first?"

Klaus seems to think the high five is much more discreet than it is and Obi-Wan catches the eye of another one of the women, a warm flush creeping over him when he realizes these were the women listening to them. His lips press tight between his lips just as Klaus gives one of them a high five and he finds that warmth spreading out, up the back of his neck, making his ears feel warm.

But it isn't just a blush that he's feeling. There's affection swelling in his chest and as Klaus leans in, pressing kisses against his cheek, he turns his head to face him properly as he smiles, studying him.

"You know, I do believe I'm in love with you," he says, his tone almost thoughtful. As if he hasn't known for quite some time already, as if he hasn't felt it growing day by day, enriching his life in a way it hasn't truly been since that year with Satine on Mandalore. Realistically, he isn't even sure Klaus has heard him over the music, but he doesn't regret it. Not the words themselves, not the timing of them.

It feels right, even in the midst of this club.

Klaus was thinking about that taco truck that's sometimes parked near the house, and if Obi-Wan might want to spend the night at his place tonight, but he's distracted by the way that Obi-Wan smiles at him, soft and fond as he's ever seen it.

And then Obi-Wan just... tells Klaus that he loves him. At first, Klaus assumes that he must have heard him wrong, but no. The look on Obi-Wan's face matches what Klaus heard, and he feels his whole body flush with heat. The music, the crowd, all of it falls away for a moment as blood rushes between Klaus's ears.

He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't prepared for it. He has no idea how to respond to it. For a long moment, he just stands there and stares, flushed and wide-eyed, idiotically gaping like a fish.

"What?" He yells loudly, just as the music cuts out to shift to another track. People turn to look at him and Klaus ducks his head, because people aren't supposed to see him like this, so... affected. So surprised. Only Obi-Wan is supposed to see him like this, and he doesn't know what to do after being given this-- this gift in the middle of a crowd. "I--"

Klaus has no idea what to say. Well, that isn't true. He knows exactly what to say, but he can't do it here, not in front of everyone. He gives Obi-Wan a helpless look and then grabs his hand, dragging him towards the exit of the club, because he needs fresh air. And less of an audience.