The way Klaus moves makes Obi-Wan feel as if he’s drowning. Lost in this sensation he had been told for so long he must avoid and yet if he would have left the Jedi order for Satine, had she asked, what wouldn’t he do for this man here? This wonderful man he’s been able to have so much more of a life with than he and Satine had ever been able to experience.

“I love you,” he breathes, one hand fisted in the sheets beneath Klaus, the other holding his hip. He ducks his head, pressing their foreheads together. His hips roll, pressing himself deeper into Klaus’s body, the heat of him overwhelming, and Obi-Wan groans low in his throat. He can feel Klaus’s breath against his lips, he can still practically taste him as he begins to thrust in earnest, burying himself inside Klaus over and over.