It's only after Klaus heard those words that he realized just how desperate he was for them. He was so afraid of getting hurt that he pushed people away, put up walls, but all he ever wanted was this, to be loved and accepted for who he is. Flaws and all. Obi-Wan sees him and that's a terrifying thing, but it's also so wonderful to be known.

Klaus moans and plasters himself against Obi-Wan's back, wrapping an arm around his middle as he rolls them onto their sides without breaking their connection. Their bodies stretch out on their sides along the cushions, legs tangling, and Klaus puts a hand between Obi-Wan's thighs grab under his knee.

"Put your leg up like this," Klaus murmurs as he rests Obi-Wan's thigh on top of his own, opening him up so Klaus can continue to roll his hips, this time with shallower, more steady thrusts. One arm slides Obi-Wan's neck to curl around the front of his shoulders, and his other hand slides down Obi-Wan's chest and stomach to curl around his cock, not stroking but just holding to feet the heat and weight of it in his palm.

"Does that mean that I can stay inside of you all day?" Klaus teases in a low, fond voice, lips brushing Obi-Wan's ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell of it. He's clutching at Obi-Wan as he fucks him, holding tight to the most precious thing that's ever been his. "There's nowhere else I would rather be, sweetheart, than right here with you."