Having Klaus pressed so close to him feels amazing, their bodies moving as one, and he lets Klaus have control. He sets the pace, moves their hips, takes over, and Obi-Wan simply moves with him, follows his lead. His hands are braced on the floor, his knees pressed into the cushions, and his head rolls to one side as Klaus's fingers twine in his hair.

A gasp slips from between his lips when Klaus pulls out so slowly, making it last, then snaps forward again. He's doing it on purpose, making sure Obi-Wan knows it, and he can't help but laugh as well, the sound rough and pleased. They know each other so well, better than anyone in this city, he thinks, and all this, that knowledge, it's sacred between them.

"I love you," he breathes, pressing back against Klaus, meeting each thrust. "I love you terribly, Klaus."