Obi-Wan smiles as Klaus flips him over, then laughs softly as they settle once more and he hooks one leg around the back of Klaus's. He could never have imagined something like this being in his future. During those moments on Mustafar, Obi-Wan had understood with an aching sense of loss, that his old life was over. The Jedi were gone, nearly wiped out by the men they trusted. His friends were gone, a biological switch having been flipped inside their heads, used against their will to kill those who had loved them. His Padawan was gone, lost to the dark side, to his own inability to let go. He hadn't known what lay ahead, but this place, these chances to be something else, they would have never crossed his mind.

Protecting Padmé, has she survived Anakin's assault, and her children would have been his priority. But they all have another chance here. The opportunity to make a life and, perhaps, to build something new.

He would very much like to build something here with Klaus.

"Yes," he answers, smiling up at Klaus, reaching up with one hand to brush back his hair so he can better see his face. He holds onto the hair he's tucked back, giving it a gentle tug. "I would like you inside of me without any barriers at all. I want to know what it feels like when you come inside me."