It surprises Obi-Wan a little, but it’s also deeply arousing, the way Klaus slides up his body, the way he pins Obi-Wan’s arms under his knees. A surge of want goes through him, straight down his spine to his cock, which begins to thicken within the confines of his sweatpants, and he makes a soft noise low in his throat.

This is a vulnerable position, one Obi-Wan knows many people would rebel against, but he trusts Klaus with his entire being. Klaus would never do something if Obi-Wan didn’t want it, if he asked Klaus to stop, if he simply didn’t feel interested. That’s all it would take. Along with the arousal, he feels a surge of love, too, and his lips part, feeling the silky skin of Klaus’s cock rubbing against his lower lip.

“Stars, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, looking up at Klaus, the way the sun hits his skin as it comes through the window, making him look as if he’s glowing. His lip rubs against Klaus’s cock as he speaks, a purposeful gesture perhaps, which can be seen in the light of his eyes.