There are likely few people who would understand Obi-Wan the way Klaus does. Few who would fit into his life, who would be comfortable with how their relationship has progressed, but Klaus does. Klaus is perfect. They fit together, they understand one another, and Obi-Wan knows what a rare and beautiful thing they’ve found and he vows to himself he won’t ever take this for granted.

He believes Klaus, too. He feels held, kept safe, in a way he doesn’t recall having ever felt before. The Jedi protect others, they’re tasked with the care of the galaxy, and they do their best to look after one another, but it isn’t the same as having someone care for him like this.

The muscle behind his thigh stretches where his leg rests against Klaus’s shoulder and his lips part as his mouth falls open, Klaus’s cock first rubbing against him and then sinking deep inside of him. He feels ineloquent, breathless, and all he can manage is a long exhale, followed by, “Stars, Klaus..”

It feels the same, wonderfully familiar, the warmth of Klaus, the pressure, the way he pushes inside. But it’s different, too. Klaus’s skin feels hotter, as if there are flames running under their skin, burning hotter wherever they touch, and he mobs as he curls his fingers around Klaus’s wrist and holds on.