Though Klaus's hands have become familiar over the past several months, Obi-Wan hasn't gotten used to them so much as he's begun to crave them. When he thinks about being intimate with anyone, it's always Klaus who comes to mind. His hands, his mouth, the feel of his skin and the shift of his muscles. Obi-Wan will lay no claim on Klaus and would never expect to, but he doesn't feel any particular to desire for anyone else.

Perhaps with Klaus present, it might be different. But then Klaus would still be there, he would still be the driving influence behind Obi-Wan's desire.

Now isn't the time for such thoughts. Now all he wants is to focus on how Klaus's hands feel as they stroke his cock, slowly bringing it to hardness, and he shivers with pleasure, biting his lip as he tilts his head and looks at Klaus. Beautiful, brilliant Klaus who has done so much for him and so much for himself. Obi-Wan doesn't know if he's ever met someone as determined and resilient as Klaus.

"Yes," he murmurs, his hands gliding up Klaus's thighs as he pushes up onto his elbows so he can kiss Klaus before falling back against the bed once more. "Let's try again. As many times as possible."