Even though he wasn’t expecting anything else, it’s still a relief to know that Obi-Wan doesn’t find it strange that he would want sex at a time like this. Obi-Wan seems to understand Klaus better than he understands himself. It isn’t about getting off, but about feeling that intimate connection that happens when their bodies are joined.

When Obi-Wan is inside of him, nothing else matters. That’s what he wants to feel. Nothing else but him.

Klaus waits while Obi-Wan positions himself and then crawls into his lap easily, straddling his thighs and digging his knees into the mattress, hands going to Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

“Thank you,” he murmurs quietly, rising up onto his knees as Obi-Wan uncaps the lube because they do this as easy as breathing now, letting their bodies work together in tandem. He puts one hand on the side of Obi-Wan’s face and leans in to kiss him, lingering and sweet, fingers sliding up onto the mess of his hair. “Thank you for loving me so much.”