“Best eggs I’ve ever had,” Klaus replies. He isn’t sure that’s true. There was this guy in Amsterdam who could perform miracles with an omelet. But they aren’t talking about eggs, are they?
Once he takes a bite of his food, he realizes how ravenous he is and takes a few more in quick succession, washing it down with perfectly roasted coffee. He’s still buzzy and tingly from his orgasms, waking up from the coffee, sated by his eggs, loved by the man next to him. Even with the change in his body, it’s still a perfect morning.
“I like what it feels like to be in love with you,” Klaus says quietly once his eggs are gone, setting his fork down on the plate before turning his head to look at Obi-Wan. “I never knew that I could feel like this.”
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Once he takes a bite of his food, he realizes how ravenous he is and takes a few more in quick succession, washing it down with perfectly roasted coffee. He’s still buzzy and tingly from his orgasms, waking up from the coffee, sated by his eggs, loved by the man next to him. Even with the change in his body, it’s still a perfect morning.
“I like what it feels like to be in love with you,” Klaus says quietly once his eggs are gone, setting his fork down on the plate before turning his head to look at Obi-Wan. “I never knew that I could feel like this.”