Klaus sniffs and nods against Obi-Wan's forehead, swallowing hard as he reminds himself that he's safe. There is nothing than can keep Klaus from Obi-Wan, maybe not even what powers this city. Maybe that's something akin to blasphemy in this place, thinking like that, but it doesn't matter. He's seen stranger things happen.

"I love you," he murmurs quietly, almost desperately, pressing his mouth to Obi-Wan's in a kiss that tastes like sleep. That point of connection soothes him, as do Obi-Wan's hand traveling in wide, slow spans across his back. He wants every point of connection they can have, wants to focus on the fact that he's here, he's okay, he's with the man he loves, and nothing else. Everything else can wait.

"Will you fuck me, Obi? Please?" He leans over to grab the lube from the nightstand and presses it into Obi-Wan's hand, getting up on his knees and leaning in for another kiss. "I just want to feel you, only you."