He feels helpless and pinned beneath Klaus, deliciously vulnerable, and he hooks his leg around Klaus's hip when it's lowered from his shoulder, hands grasping at Klaus wherever he can reach. His fingers slide up the length of his arm, over the slim, muscular line of his tricep and then up over his shoulder, gripping him with an intensity reserved only for moment like this and the midst of battle.

This is nothing like battle, but Klaus always gets the best of him, and Obi-Wan shudders beneath him as his cock slides in and then out, then in again, stirring fervency within him. There's a sheen of sweat on his skin, a droplet sliding down his temple from his hair, and he leans up on one elbow to press his mouth to Klaus's again, panting heavily against his lips.

"Stars, you're amazing, Klaus," he breathes, holding onto him tightly, desperately. "I love you, I love how you feel inside of me."

Obi-Wan has had wonderful sexual experiences before, but nothing that comes even remotely close to what he has now with Klaus. He may not typically be vocal during sex, has a tendency to be rather quiet, despite his usual talkative nature. It's just that Klaus is overwhelming in the best possible way, stealing his words with a mere kiss.