Obi-Wan's fingers slide into his hair and Klaus smiles at the playful tug, leaning down to nip at his bottom lip in return. The words make a flare of arousal shoot through him, and he groans against Obi-Wan's mouth as he lowers himself and presses their hips together. Obi's cock is wet where it glides along the cut of Klaus's hip, slick with lube and his own come, and Klaus feels almost giddy.

This thing that he never thought he could have is all his now, and it's a symbol of something bigger. They made a plan together and sought it through, and were rewarded for it. Their relationship, because it certainly can be called nothing less, will have a lot of that, he thinks. Open communication, making plans, seeing them through. They make a good team, and Klaus is so amazed to have him found himself here, in this life, with this partner.

"I want to watch it leak out of you," Klaus admits in a needy sort of whisper against Obi-Wan's chin, biting there softly as he reaches for the lube. "I want to push it back into you with my fingers. Maybe even lick it out of you."

Filthy, he knows, but Obi-Wan knows that about him. He not only knows all about Klaus's depravity, but rewards it, celebrates it, rising up to meet him at every turn. Because there is nothing wrong with anything they do as long as they both enjoy it.

"Would you let me do all those things, Obi?" He asks, kissing him once more before pulling back enough to make room to slide his hand down between their bodies, pressing his slick fingertips to Obi-Wan's hole and rubbing in slow little circles, pleased but unsurprised when his body opens up for Klaus greedily and he can sink one finger inside of him, pressing in deep.