"I love you," he repeats breathlessly, because as mindless with lust as is, those are still three words that can never go unanswered. He spent so long trying to deny that it was try, and then trying to avoid saying it at all, but now they come so easily from his lips, because how could they not? It's Obi.

Klaus tries to help with Obi-Wan's clothes, tugging at his shirt and pulling at the slacks with his feet to try and drag them down, all while licking into Obi-Wan's mouth and tasting the faintest hint of chocolate on his tongue. He lets go of Obi-Wan only long enough to tug his skirt up over his waist, turning his head to bite at the tip of one of his fingers and tug off one of his gloves.

After spitting out the lace, he grabs the back of Obi-Wan's neck to pull him another hungry kiss, rockling his hips eagerly up against him. "I love you, baby, please."