"You are not alone in that, babe," Klaus assures him, letting out a helpless chuckle as he nuzzles just below Obi-Wan's ear. He tried to resist what this was, tried to convince himself that he didn't want it because he was too afraid to lose it, but Obi-Wan took apart that wall brick by patient brick and buried himself inside of Klaus's heart. He lives there now, and Klaus wouldn't want it any other way.

He kisses Obi-Wan's neck and then the top of his shoulder before slowly pulling out of him, wanting too badly to see his face. After putting a pillow down, he shifts their bodies until Obi-Wan is on his back with Klaus between his legs, leaning over him a fond smile.

"That's better," he sighs out, groaning as he guides his cock back into Obi-Wan's body. He puts one hand on Obi-Wan's thigh and plants the other into the cushion next to his shoulder, hair tumbling down to almost create a curtain around their faces, foreheads nearly touching as he starts to roll his hips again. "Hello there."