In moments like this, Obi-Wan wishes he could properly see Klaus. Even without looking over his shoulder, he can imagine how beautiful he is, the way his skin glows in the sunlight, sweat lightly sheening his chest. The way his curls fall against his shoulders. It makes him tremble, simply thinking of how beautiful Klaus must look in this moment.

"Klaus," he says on an exhale, his name spoken with reverence. Obi-Wan feels utterly full, Klaus's cock inside of him, and he moans breathlessly and rocks back against him. "Please."

It already feels so good. He feels so utterly connected to Klaus, so loved and so in love. Yet every day it gets better, it feels like something more that builds and builds between them.