"What wonderful torture," Obi-Wan murmurs, still surprised some days by how much they can accomplish together. Klaus can make him feel utterly undone, as if he can't possibly wait another moment to touch him or kiss him, to feel his skin beneath his fingertips. And yet they can have moments like this, too, where Obi-Wan feels as if he's just barely moving, Klaus inside of him, each stroke and thrust slow and measured and wonderfully loving.

It's all loving, he knows. And he is so very lucky.

"You could probably get me to tell you anything like this," he says, his breath hitching with another thrust of Klaus's cock deep inside of him. "You would be able to take down the entire Jedi Council if you were to get me alone in a room and simply touch me."

But Klaus is too good a person to ever want such a thing. He is too good to ever think such a thing and this is why Obi-Wan can say it at all, knowing Klaus would never use what exists between them to take advantage of anything.