Obi-Wan's eagerness makes Klaus grin, laughing as clothes are tossed carelessly aside. His thighs fall open to make room for Obi-Wan between them as he kisses his way up Klaus's body, and he cradles Obi-Wan's face in his hands as their mouths meet.
Klaus smiles softly at the question, unsurprised but still grateful that Obi-Wan doesn't find him ridiculous for being nervous, or treating this like such a big deal. Maybe it shouldn't be, but it is to him. It has been his most steadfast rule, his one hard no after a lifetime spent being up for pretty much everything. And now he's giving it up, giving it over to this one special person.
"Like this," Klaus says after a long moment. It's tempting to want to roll onto his side and have Obi-Wan spoon in behind him, but Klaus wants to be able to look at Obi-Wan's face, and to be able to kiss him. He touches Obi-Wan's cheek, pushing his hair back before reaching over to fumble for the lube he left at the corner of the mattress. His fingers close around the tube and he lifts it up for Obi-Wan to take, trembling a little because he didn't even bring a condom. He purposefully left them tucked away in a drawer in his room, because they don't need them, not anymore. Not when it's them. It still feels a little surreal.
"I want to be able to see you," he admits, reaching up to put his hands on Obi's shoulders as he draws his knees up and plants his heels into the bed. "I want to know what your face looks like when you come inside me."
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Klaus smiles softly at the question, unsurprised but still grateful that Obi-Wan doesn't find him ridiculous for being nervous, or treating this like such a big deal. Maybe it shouldn't be, but it is to him. It has been his most steadfast rule, his one hard no after a lifetime spent being up for pretty much everything. And now he's giving it up, giving it over to this one special person.
"Like this," Klaus says after a long moment. It's tempting to want to roll onto his side and have Obi-Wan spoon in behind him, but Klaus wants to be able to look at Obi-Wan's face, and to be able to kiss him. He touches Obi-Wan's cheek, pushing his hair back before reaching over to fumble for the lube he left at the corner of the mattress. His fingers close around the tube and he lifts it up for Obi-Wan to take, trembling a little because he didn't even bring a condom. He purposefully left them tucked away in a drawer in his room, because they don't need them, not anymore. Not when it's them. It still feels a little surreal.
"I want to be able to see you," he admits, reaching up to put his hands on Obi's shoulders as he draws his knees up and plants his heels into the bed. "I want to know what your face looks like when you come inside me."