Klaus is not perfect. He is so far from perfect, not even close, and he knows that Obi-Wan does not consider him to be, not really, because no one is perfect. But in this moment, right here, he can be. He can be perfect, for Obi.

He drags the tight circle of his fist along Obi's cock and presses his tongue deep inside of him, moaning along with him when he comes. Klaus strokes him through it, lapping at his slick hole a few more times before pulling away, pressing a few soft kisses along his backside. Obi-Wan is still trembling as Klaus turns him over onto his back, and he ducks his head to press a few kisses along Obi's hips and stomach, dragging his tongue through the mess of come on his belly before lifting his head and wiping his mouth with his forearm.

His mouth travels upwards, kissing along his ribs and then his chest, resting his mouth just above his fluttering heart. Feeling Obi's pulse against his mouth makes Klaus feel like he's important, like maybe he is sort of perfect, at least here in this makeshift bed on a rooftop, with this man that he loves.

"I love you," he murmurs, lifting his head to cup Obi-Wan's jaw and press a soft kiss to his mouth, letting it linger before laying down next to him and gathering Obi-Wan into his arms.