Those are words he never expected to hear again. Not after losing Satine. The way they sound from Klaus's lips makes Obi-Wan feel all over again as if he's been pulled open with the most delicate touch, as if parts of him have been peeled back layer by layer, each one treated like something special. His life has been good in every possible way, so much of what he wanted had come true, he had been a Jedi Master, trained a brilliant Padawan, he had been happy.

But he would have left it all behind in a second if Satine had asked him to.

And now he's here again, willing to leave it behind for Klaus. Willing to try a new approach to this life he's been so deeply involved with for such a terribly long time. He doesn't regret any of it.

In this position, he can't touch Klaus quite like he wants to, but it feels so good and he can't stop yet. His hand braced against the bed gives him leverage to thrust up into Klaus, into the impossible heat of him, and he moans into the kiss and then his head tips back, his eyes closed as his chest heaves with each breath.