When Klaus took that video, things were still so new. He had no idea that they would end up here, irrevocably entwined like this. Even later that same night, things between them began to shift. Or maybe they've been shifting all along, since the first night that they met, evolving into what they are now.

And the fact that Obi-Wan still has that video, still watches it when Klaus isn't around, makes him feel warm all over. He can have Klaus whenever he wants, and he still wants more. It's a wonderful thing to know. Sometimes it feels like Obi-Wan is blowing sunshine through all the darkest, most shuttered parts of him, sweeping away cobwebs and making him feel shiny and new.

Obi-Wan's fingers curl around his cock and Klaus's breath hitches as he looks down at the sight of their hands wrapped around him, letting his grip shift down to the base to give Obi more room. His gaze flicks up to the camera and he licks his lips, feeling his arousal grow at the knowledge that this moment will live in Obi-Wan's phone, to be replayed and relived forever. He finds that he really, really likes that.

"Does I look good?" Klaus asks in a low voice, because he wants Obi-Wan's voice on the video, wants that praise somewhere he'll be able to listen to it whenever he wants. "Because it feels good."