Klaus spent so long chasing pleasure and distraction, something to free his mind of darkness and pain for even a few minutes. He went from person to person chasing that high, and he had thought that he had stopped being surprised by sex. Sure, it was mostly always good, but he knew it was a temporary thing before he'd go onto the next.

Or at least, that's how he used to be.

Sex with Obi-Wan is always good, and even though Klaus has had sex with this man more times than any other partner by far, he still feels blown away by it. He still wonders how it can be this good.

Klaus hates to admit it, but he's pretty sure it's love. Obi-Wan looks at him not like just another body but a person, like Klaus is his favorite person, and Klaus knows that he can be fucked within an inch of his life and be held after, understood an trusted and cared for. He spends most days feeling like he's won some sort of lottery.

"Yeah, just like that," he gasps out, clutching at Obi-Wan's sides and letting out another loud cry, eyes rolling back a little before he closes them for a moment, breathing out as he gives himself over to the pleasure. "Like that, Obi."