The thought of getting a tattoo in honor of Obi-Wan doesn’t scare Klaus, just like it didn’t with Dave. Both men have earned a place on Klaus’s body, because no matter what happens, they’ll always have a piece of him.
The look on Obi-Wan’s face seals it, though. Klaus would do anything to make him look like that.
“Hmm, maybe a constellation. Since you’re from the stars,” Klaus drawls out, closing his eyes and smiling as Obi-Wan presses kisses to his skin. It still feels warm and familiar, but also new enough that it feels even better. Exciting and safe all at once.
“That does sound very wise,” Klaus says fondly, opening his eyes as he looks down at the top of Obi-Wan’s head and reaching up to card his slender fingers through his soft hair. “Tattoos are forever, after all. You must be very sure.”
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The look on Obi-Wan’s face seals it, though. Klaus would do anything to make him look like that.
“Hmm, maybe a constellation. Since you’re from the stars,” Klaus drawls out, closing his eyes and smiling as Obi-Wan presses kisses to his skin. It still feels warm and familiar, but also new enough that it feels even better. Exciting and safe all at once.
“That does sound very wise,” Klaus says fondly, opening his eyes as he looks down at the top of Obi-Wan’s head and reaching up to card his slender fingers through his soft hair. “Tattoos are forever, after all. You must be very sure.”