“If I ever get bored while inside you, just put me out to pasture because I’m done,” Klaus teases, nuzzling behind Obi-Wan’s ear as he slowly rocks his hips. Klaus isn’t good at being still, but this is an exception. When he’s with Obi-Wan like this, there is nowhere else in the world that he’d rather be.

“I’ll feed you with my fingers,” he continues to tease breathlessly, because he knows that they’ll have to part eventually for essential things, but he loves the thought of staying inside of him for as long as possible, utterly content and whole in the light of this sunbeam.

Obi-Wan seems to enjoy being held like this, tight against Klaus’s chest, so he vows to have more sleepy mornings like this. He’ll try harder to get up before him sometimes, to bring him breakfast and fuck him awake, because Obi-Wan deserves to be taken care of just as much as he takes care of Klaus.

Obi-Wan twists and Klaus lets one hand glide up his chest to loosely cover his throat, holding him there with his palm resting against Obi-Wan’s pulse. His other hand gives Obi-Wan’s cock another squeeze and then lets go only long enough to lift his hand and spit in his palm before returning it, stroking in time with the slow, deep thrusts of his cock.

“Maybe I’ll see how long I can keep you here like this,” he murmurs in Obi-Wan’s ear, nipping playfully at the lobe of it before grunting softly. “Really draw it out.”