Klaus never thought he would love anyone like this again. He was certain of it, absolutely certain that his heart would remain closed off in that way forever, but then along came Obi-Wan. He wasn't expecting this kind man with his warm eyes and soft smile, was expecting even less that such a man would take a genuine interest in him, let alone fall for him, but that's what happened. He couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted to.

Now they're here, unable to keep their hands off of each other, fucking each other bare, which is another thing that Klaus said he would never do. Obi-Wan is the exception to so many of his rules, blowing past every barrier that he had constructed around himself. And Klaus couldn't be happier for it.

Obi-Wan's head tips back and Klaus stares at him, so obvious and open with his pleasure, and Klaus's thighs tremble as he lifts himself up to meet each thrust. He reaches between their bodies to fist his cock, ducking his head to press his mouth to the juncture of Obi-Wan's neck and shoulder, biting to keep from crying out as pleasure builds at the base of his spine, growing hotter and hotter.

"Obi," he breathes out, biting down again as he shudders in Obi's grasp, coming between them with a muffled whimper.