“Not biased, just experienced,” Klaus says, because he isn’t going to shy away from how he used to be. He isn’t ashamed of it, and he knows Obi-Wan isn’t jealous. They’ve both been with other people, loved other people, before they found each other. “And no one comes close to you.”

Obi-Wan undresses and Klaus touches parts of him as they’re bared, gliding his small hands across warm skin. His underwear is still on and Klaus nearly complains, but then Obi-Wan slides his hand down the center of Klaus’s body, between his breasts and over his ribs, along the dip of his stomach, and it makes him shiver with delight, thighs clenching around Obi-Wan’s hips.

“Mm, I love the sound of your voice,” he purrs out, giving Obi-Wan a cheeky smile as he reaches up to put his hands on the man’s shoulders. “Especially when you’re complimenting me. Do it some more.”