When this started, Klaus didn't intend for it to be hard and fast, but being inside of Obi-Wan like this has overwhelmed him, sending him into a fervor that he really should have anticipated. But it's no less loving, he realizes. His hips snapping forward, driving his cock into Obi-Wan over and over, does not negate the love and tenderness that they feel for each other. They can have this, and love, and everything else.

"I love you," Klaus echoes, feeling affection rise up inside of him right alongside pleasure. After another kiss, Klaus digs his knees into the bed for leverage and wraps his arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders as the rocks back onto his haunches, dragging Obi-Wan up with him and urging him to get on his knees so that he's straddling Klaus's thighs, sinking down onto Klaus's cock as he holds onto him tightly.

"You're fucking incredible," he gasps out, leaning in to lap up a bead of sweat on Obi-Wan's neck as he thrusts up into him, biting at the juncture of Obi's neck and shoulder with a whimper. It feels like his need for Obi-Wan will never be satisfied. He could do this every single day for the rest of his life and never get bored, and that is as terrifying as it is comforting, but he wants it. God help him, he wants it all.