"Some people do that where I'm from, too," Klaus breathes out, humming softly as Obi-Wan presses him down into the bed. He feels so much heavier now, but it's a comfortable weight and he feels warm and relaxed. "You're a little of both those things for me, I think, so I'll get a tattoo for you."

When Obi-Wan touches him, kisses him, brushes his beard against his skin, it all feels familiar but also new enough that it sets his nerves alight, arousal pooling slowly at the core of him.

"I'd get the stars for you," he breathes out, spreading his thighs open wider as he slides his hands down Obi-Wan's back to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He gets his hands on Obi-Wan's muscular back and marvels at how there seems to be so much more of him like this. "Obi, kiss me, please."