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Admittedly, this holiday makes even less sense to Obi-Wan than the others that have been explained to him thus far in Darrow. At least birthdays and Christmas and New Year's Eve have significance in terms of family and the turning over of a new leaf, so to speak, while Valentine's Day seems to be a day based solely in capitalism and commercialism.

He can't even begin to comprehend the winged babies who carry a bow and arrow he's seen depicted in a good number of decorations across the city.

His lack of understanding hasn't prevented him from buying Klaus a box of dark chocolate covered strawberries from a candy shop and bakery near his apartment. Earlier in the day he had stopped there, staring at the treats through the window, then he had gone inside on a whim, knowing Klaus would like them regardless of whether or not they had anything to do with the day itself.

What he's most interested in at this point is the meteor. He's heard a bit of gossip regarding it and it seems that a select group of people believe it's going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything, which Obi-Wan finds extremely unlikely. The chances of an impact event large enough to wipe out life are extremely low, though he supposes it isn't impossible. In either case, he sees little reason to worry. He's doubtful it will happen and if it does, there's nothing to be done about it at this late stage.

However, any sort of meteor may eventually be visible in the night sky and so it's with this plan in mind that he walks to the Hargreeves house, the box of chocolates held in his hands. Klaus had assured him the roof of the house would be the best place to watch him and he can't disagree. The roof of his own building was already filled with people when he set out half an hour earlier.

When he gets close, he sends Klaus a text message to let him know he's near, then heads for the front door to politely knock.

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The idea is one that Obi-Wan obviously takes an interest in, and Klaus laughs happily as Obi-Wan's phone flies into his hand. These casual displays of Obi's power always thrill him, while also making him grateful that such power is in the hands of someone so good. It wasn't like that where he's from, Klaus knows. Terrible people had access to that same power, and Klaus is glad that Obi-Wan doesn't have to spend so much time fighting anymore. He deserves peace.

"People used to take it all the time," Klaus admits, shrugging a bit. "We were famous."

It's probably obvious by his tone that he has a lot of complicated feelings on the matter. When it all started, he liked the attention, but that soured as time went on, after Five disappeared, and more so after Ben died. He hated that people talked about their family like they knew anything about them, hated that so many people knew so much about him. Even after he left the Academy, they still hounded him and wrote about him in the tabloids, but they quickly lost interest when he neither got better or died.

"I like having my picture taken by you," he adds as Obi-Wan positions the camera. Klaus poses with his hands up over his head, wrists crossed at crown of his skull as he flexes his lean muscles and gives his best sultry look. Any pictures taken tonight will stay with Obi-Wan, entertaining only him, and Klaus likes the idea of that very much. So much so, that he rises up on his knees and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his leggings to drag them down enough to expose the sharp cuts of his hips, because he knows that's a sight that Obi-Wan enjoys. "Any requests?"

Klaus doesn't have to say anything more for Obi-Wan to understand he didn't like being famous. Perhaps at first it hadn't been so terrible, Obi-Wan knows Klaus is a man who likes attention, but he can't imagine it would have all been positive attention. People would have been cruel and biting, and while Klaus has had to be strong, stronger than so many people seem to give him credit for, he's also deeply sensitive. It's a beautiful thing, something Obi-Wan absolutely loves about him. But he can also see how it would make being famous much more difficult.

His phone clicks when he takes the first picture and then he takes another quickly, when Klaus tugs down his leggings. Shifting the phone to one side so he can properly see, he smiles up at Klaus, then shakes his head.

"Just you," he says. He reaches up with his free hand, sitting up at the same time so he can hook his arm around Klaus. Turning them, Obi-Wan plants Klaus back on the mattress and then balances on his knees between his thighs, grinning down at him. "Or perhaps maybe just you just like this."

"You can have me however you want me," Klaus assures him, laughing softly as Obi-Wan reverses their positions. Maybe there are still stars streaking across the sky, but Klaus wouldn't know. He can't seem to take his eyes off of Obi-Wan's face, or the fond appreciation in his eyes.

Once he's settled on his back, curls spilled across the pillow, Klaus tips his head up and reaches up to rest his hands next to his head, palms up as Obi-Wan takes another photo. The soft glow from the string lights makes his skin look almost golden, and Klaus bites his lip as he puts his hand on his chest, framing a nipple between two fingers as the camera clicks again. The whole thing turns him on more than he expected, and he lets out a pleased hum as he slides his hand down to reach into his leggings, cupping himself beneath the thin fabric as his cock hardens.

"You could take video too, if you wanted," Klaus tells him, smirking as he pushes his leggings down enough to tug his cock free and give it a few slow, lazy strokes. "Do you watch that one I sent you of me touching myself? It wasn't very good." He squeezes himself a little tighter and rocks his hips up with a soft sigh. "You should take a better one."

"I love that video," he answers, though the words are soft, a little distracted, watching Klaus through the lens of the camera on his phone. Klaus knows how to pose, how to make himself look good, and there's a sense of performance about it all, though Obi-Wan knows every moment is still entirely genuine. He doesn't fake any of this, not for Obi-Wan, and he knows how lucky he is, being here with Klaus. Being the one to see him like this.

He takes another picture just before Klaus pushes down his leggings and then, without letting himself think on it, he presses the button to record a video. Shifting further back a little to get Klaus entirely in the frame once more, to catch the way he strokes his cock slowly, pleasurably.

"Let me," he murmurs, pulling the phone above them slightly and then reaching to wrap his hand around Klaus's cock as well, his grip just about Klaus's. He glances at his phone to make sure he still has it framed properly and then he strokes once, slowly, watching on the phone.

When Klaus took that video, things were still so new. He had no idea that they would end up here, irrevocably entwined like this. Even later that same night, things between them began to shift. Or maybe they've been shifting all along, since the first night that they met, evolving into what they are now.

And the fact that Obi-Wan still has that video, still watches it when Klaus isn't around, makes him feel warm all over. He can have Klaus whenever he wants, and he still wants more. It's a wonderful thing to know. Sometimes it feels like Obi-Wan is blowing sunshine through all the darkest, most shuttered parts of him, sweeping away cobwebs and making him feel shiny and new.

Obi-Wan's fingers curl around his cock and Klaus's breath hitches as he looks down at the sight of their hands wrapped around him, letting his grip shift down to the base to give Obi more room. His gaze flicks up to the camera and he licks his lips, feeling his arousal grow at the knowledge that this moment will live in Obi-Wan's phone, to be replayed and relived forever. He finds that he really, really likes that.

"Does I look good?" Klaus asks in a low voice, because he wants Obi-Wan's voice on the video, wants that praise somewhere he'll be able to listen to it whenever he wants. "Because it feels good."

"You look incredible," Obi-Wan answers in a low voice. He knows he won't have patience for this much longer, only having the use of one hand, looking at Klaus through the camera on his phone rather than directly at him. When he thinks about taking pictures, he realizes he would like some after, damp curls stuck to Klaus's skin, a sheen of sweat making him glow. As much as he loves Klaus like this, needing him, wanting him, he loves seeing Klaus after, too, when he's relaxed and sated and when they look at each other like they know some kind of secret no one else knows.

With his thumb, he hits the button to stop recording, then drops his phone on the mattress and gently nudges it until it's out of the way.

"You're always incredible," he points out with a grin, leaning over Klaus to kiss him, tongue sweeping into his mouth, making sure Klaus can feel just how much Obi-Wan appreciates everything about him in that kiss. His hand moves slowly, stroking Klaus without real intention yet, feeling a little lazy in the most wonderful way. As if they can take all the time in the world, locked away in their private little world up on the roof. The world Klaus created for them.

"Flatterer," Klaus replies, warm and fond, just before their mouths meet and Klaus parts his lips for Obi-Wan's tongue. It's a dizzying kiss, as so many of them with Obi-Wan often are. For so much of his life, kissing was just a fun precursor to a main event, one that he could take or leave, honestly.

But kissing is so much different when it's someone that you care about, he's realized. He could kiss Obi-Wan for hours with no other goal in mind. Being kissed by him is an event all its own, one that Klaus never seems to get enough of, no matter where it leads. It's more than just the deep, drugging kisses that Klaus loves. Being kissed so casually is still something so novel to him. Kisses hello, kisses goodbye, kisses just because. Kisses to his cheeks, to his neck, to the top of his shoulders while he's making coffee in the mornings. He cherishes each and every one.

Obi-Wan's hand drags along his cock in an unhurried sort of way, and Klaus feels no need to rush him. As much as he's looking forward to what they're going to do tonight, this thing that Klaus will do for the first time in his life, he knows that they have all night to get there, and he will enjoy every single second of the journey.

"We'll have to record ourselves for real sometime," Klaus murmurs against Obi-Wan's jaw, breath hitching as his hands slide under Obi-Wan's shirt, feeling the muscles in his back flex against Klaus's palms. He's grinning, only half-teasing, and he lets out a quiet groan as his cock twitches, leaking eagerly and slicking the way for Obi-Wan's palm. "And we could watch it together."

As soon as Klaus says it, Obi-Wan becomes certain people have done it countless times before. Made inappropriate use of holograms, sent messages to one another that would be deeply encrypted to prevent anyone else from seeing them. It's staggering, to think of the depth of communication that's possible in the galaxy, all the things he never considered simply because he had never had the time and the space in which to do so.

He almost laughs, wondering what Satine would have thought, receiving a hologram of such a nature from him.

"Set up the phone across the room?" he asks. "And just hit record?"

He can't imagine all the angles would be very flattering and somehow he doesn't imagine he would care. Doing anything with Klaus makes him feel good and if this is something Klaus would like to do, Obi-Wan is more than happy to explore it with him.

"Then do whatever I like to you?" he continues as he presses his lips to Klaus's chest, pausing to use his tongue on his nipple. "And just see where the night takes us?"

"God, you really are just up for anything," Klaus says with a fond laugh, because Obi-Wan has never shied away from anything that Klaus has brought up, never even hesitated. He doesn't think that it's he wants these things only because Klaus wants them. That's a part of it, maybe, but it's also just that they are so evenly matched. They find pleasure in the same things, in the same ways, and he's never felt so in sync with another person.

He and Obi-Wan are so different in so many ways, but also so similar in the most surprising of ways.

"That sounds like the perfect plan," he breathes out, sinking his fingers into Obi's hair and gasping as his nipple tightens under Obi's clever tongue. "In fact, I think you should enact it right now. Do whatever you'd like to me."

Klaus curls his fingers into the back of Obi-Wan's shirt and drags it up his back, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside before holding his hands up innocently. "That was my only input."

"Oh, I think I'd like for you to have much more input than that," Obi-Wan answers, chuckling fondly as he ducks his head once more and continues the path his mouth had been taking down the length of Klaus's body. He's so thin, but not without muscle, lean and deceptively strong, and Obi-Wan kisses along his rib cage as he reaches down and begins to push Klaus's leggings further out of the way.

Ultimately, they both know what their goal is tonight. Obi-Wan hadn't imagined it would be so different, sex without the condom, but he understands why it's significant to Klaus. And yet now that he's here, on the precipice, it does feel like something rather big. Not a claim on one another, but something they're giving willingly, something they won't share with anyone else.

For now, though, he wants his mouth on Klaus. He wants to taste him. Even if he doesn't bring him off like this, he still tilts his head, kisses Klaus's hip as his fingers wrap around the base of his cock once more, then turns and drags his lips over the length of him.

Klaus takes a deep breath and stuffs a pillow under his head, propping himself up enough to have a good view as Obi-Wan kisses his way down his body, pressing his lips to sensitive patches of skin and following it up with a soft scrape of his beard. When those incredible lips touch his cock, Klaus lets out an encouraging hum and parts his thighs a little, finding them still trapped by the rolled up hem of his leggings.

He rolls his shoulders and settles in with a pleased sigh, happy to let Obi-Wan take his time. Klaus has found that he likes being doted over like this sometimes. He likes that Obi-Wan knows him so well, knows just where to touch and where to kiss, and he likes that Obi-Wan wants to do all of this.

When he spots something shiny out of the corner of his eye, he looks over to find Obi-Wan's cell phone lying there, lights reflecting off of the blank screen. He bites his lip and reaches for it, turning on the camera and positioning the screen so that Obi-Wan is framed perfectly in center, and then taps the record button with his thumb just as Obi's pink tongue slips out to touch the head of Klaus's cock.

It's incredibly erotic to watch him through the screen, knowing that they can revisit this moment, and Klaus moans as he reaches out to brush Obi-Wan's hair back from his face. On the screen, he takes in the flex of muscles in his own stomach, the sharp cut of his hips, and the way Obi-Wan's fingers curl around his cock, holding him with such purpose as he mouths at the head. And then there's Obi's lips, the line of his nose, the sweep of his eyelashes against his cheeks. The fall of his hair, the nape of his neck, his strong shoulders. All of it, all of them, is so beautiful that it's almost surreal.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Klaus breathes out, watching the screen as his own thumb glides across Obi's forehead, thin fingers twisting in his hair as his mouth opens around Klaus's cock, taking him in. "So are we, sweetheart. We're magic."

When Klaus reaches for his phone, Obi-Wan is aware of it. The movement itself and a shifting within the Force, a sense of intention he's come to identify of Klaus's when he makes a decision to do something. Though he's kept his promise never to pry, never to reach out and try to read Klaus without his permission, there are times when it's simply beyond his control. Luckily, it's never anything especially strong, never anything private, because people truly do tend to keep those stronger emotions behind mental barriers.

But the simplest of moments, a tiny decision, and Obi-Wan feels the Force move with it. It makes him feel connected to the world around him. Connected to Klaus.

He doesn't mind that Klaus is recording. Thinking on it brings a surprising shiver of arousal that rushes through him, his cock growing harder within his trousers. Obi-Wan has no particular desire to watch himself, but he thinks of being able to watch Klaus properly in a moment like this, watch his cock slide in and out of his mouth as he slowly begins to bob his head, and it makes his heart rate quicken.

Never before has he felt any particular desire to perform and yet, gripped by something he doesn't quite understand, Obi-Wan pulls back from Klaus's cock and makes a bit of a show of licking up the length of him before sucking the head of Klaus's cock between his lips once again.

Obi-Wan seems aware of the camera and makes no protest, so Klaus keeps filming. It's not as if anyone but the two of them will see it, but he doesn't ever want to do anything that Obi is uncomfortable with. Not that Klaus has discovered anything like that yet, because not only does Obi-Wan keep up with him, he also manages to keep surprising him.

Like now, when he pulls back and drags his tongue along Klaus's cock in a performative sort of move that's ripped straight from porn. Except from Obi-Wan, it doesn't feel seedy or forced. It's just intensely erotic, and Klaus lets out a pleased moan, letting go of Obi's hair to slide his fingers along the side of his face instead, touching at the red corner of Obi's mouth where it's stretched around his cock, pressing in against Obi's cheek to feel himself there, filling his mouth.

"You feel so fucking good," he says as he rocks his hips up a little, barely managing to stop the recording before the phone slips out of his hand. It falls to the bed and Klaus focuses all of his attention on Obi-Wan, crying out softly and sinking his fingers into Obi's hair. His eyes screw shut and when he opens them again, all he sees are stars. Another streak of light crosses his vision and Klaus does his best to commit this beautiful, perfect moment to memory.

"I don't want to come like this," he gasps out suddenly, lifting his head to look down at Obi-Wan as he sucks in a breath. "I-- I want you inside of me."

"Stars, yes," he murmurs as he pulls back. With his eyes closed, Obi-Wan presses a kiss to the head of Klaus's cock, lapping at him briefly before he sits up between Klaus's calves and curls his fingers in his leggings to pull them down and off entirely. He wastes no time in undoing his trousers and pushing them down, his undergarments coming with them. All the clothing is discarded, tossed aside off the mattress as he leans over Klaus again and kisses his chest, his shoulder, slowly moving back up the length of his body until he can press their mouths together once more.

"How?" he asks against Klaus's mouth. He kisses him before he can answer, long and deep, then pulls back once more to properly look at him. "How do you want this?"

It's important, he knows it is, so he wants to be able to do this exactly how Klaus may have imagined it. Whether he's holding him close or able to look him in the eye, Obi-Wan knows he only wants to do whatever it is Klaus needs. This isn't something they'll do only once, it's merely a beginning, and he will make this beginning as close to perfect as he possibly can.

Obi-Wan's eagerness makes Klaus grin, laughing as clothes are tossed carelessly aside. His thighs fall open to make room for Obi-Wan between them as he kisses his way up Klaus's body, and he cradles Obi-Wan's face in his hands as their mouths meet.

Klaus smiles softly at the question, unsurprised but still grateful that Obi-Wan doesn't find him ridiculous for being nervous, or treating this like such a big deal. Maybe it shouldn't be, but it is to him. It has been his most steadfast rule, his one hard no after a lifetime spent being up for pretty much everything. And now he's giving it up, giving it over to this one special person.

"Like this," Klaus says after a long moment. It's tempting to want to roll onto his side and have Obi-Wan spoon in behind him, but Klaus wants to be able to look at Obi-Wan's face, and to be able to kiss him. He touches Obi-Wan's cheek, pushing his hair back before reaching over to fumble for the lube he left at the corner of the mattress. His fingers close around the tube and he lifts it up for Obi-Wan to take, trembling a little because he didn't even bring a condom. He purposefully left them tucked away in a drawer in his room, because they don't need them, not anymore. Not when it's them. It still feels a little surreal.

"I want to be able to see you," he admits, reaching up to put his hands on Obi's shoulders as he draws his knees up and plants his heels into the bed. "I want to know what your face looks like when you come inside me."

Obi-Wan responds with a soft, warm smile, taking the bottle of lubricant at the same time as he leans in for a kiss, settling in the space made for him between Klaus's thighs. It's what he wants, too, he wants to see Klaus, to kiss him, to be able to hold him properly. He can feel Klaus trembling, just a little, and he wants to be able to ease those nerves if he can.

Yet they remind him, too, that this is special. There's a reason Klaus is nervous, there's a reason Obi-Wan wants to do this properly, and it's because, for however silly and youthful it might seem, there is a sense of important to what they're about to do together.

He kisses Klaus while he spills some lubricant onto his fingers. He kisses him while he slicks his hand, making sure he won't hurt Klaus, and he kisses him while he slides his hand between their bodies, pulling back onto his knees just enough to make space. He loves to kiss Klaus, loves the taste of his lips, the way his tongue feels, loves to share breath with him and he moves back a little to tug at Klaus's lower lip with his teeth, then presses one finger inside his body.

That smile settles something in Klaus, reminding why he decided to do this in the first place. He trusts Obi-Wan in a way that he has never trusted anyone before. He trusts this man with his body, and more importantly, his heart. He trusts him with his secrets and his fears, and he can trust him with this, too.

He takes another long look at the sky above just before Obi-Wan kisses him, and then his eyes slip closed as he returns it, licking into Obi-Wan's mouth and spreading his thighs to make room for him. For a moment, all of this feels like it's happening to someone else, because this is so unlike anything he's ever experienced. All the romance, all the warmth, being held and kissed on a rooftop bed on Valentine's Day, all of it. But this is his life. Somehow, he has become a person who gets to have these things.

Obi-Wan bites his lip and it makes the whole thing feel more real, more them, because Obi-Wan has taught him that they can have romance and love, but also bites and scratches and bruises in the shapes of their fingers. He's taught Klaus that they can define love for themselves, and build something all their own.

His finger presses in and Klaus lets out a soft, approving him, blinking a few times as Obi releases his lip from between his teeth. Klaus licks away the slight sting and reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Obi's neck, pulling him in for another deep kiss as Obi-Wan fingers him open, first one and then two, until Klaus is rocking back against his hand with a needy whine.

"Obi, please." He gasps and clenches around Obi-Wan's fingers, wriggling his hips a little as he squeezes the back of Obi's neck. "I'm ready."

When Klaus says he's ready, Obi-Wan doesn't ask if he's certain. By now, they've learned each other well, he can feel the way Klaus's body is responding to him, opening up to him, his muscles relaxing as Obi-Wan's fingers slowly and carefully pump in and out of him. By the time Klaus says he's ready, his fingers are moving with ease, and he feels just as needy as Klaus sounds.

They kiss again, Obi-Wan not quite willing to pull back just yet, and he presses a few more kisses to Klaus's mouth, then slowly eases his fingers out of him.

"Good," he says with a soft smile. "So am I."

More than ready, truly. He's been hard for some time now and although Obi-Wan would have continued to be with Klaus in whatever way he was most comfortable, there is a sense of intimacy that comes without using protection. And with knowing they'll only do so with one another.

Using more of the lubricant, Obi-Wan slicks his hand over his cock, then leans over Klaus, holding himself in one hand, bracing himself on the mattress with the other. With a roll of his hips, he presses his cock against Klaus, dragging it along the cleft of his ass and relishing in just that, in the feel of skin on skin, knowing he doesn't have to stop.

Then he's pressing inside of him, a shuddering moan slipping from between his lips.

Obi-Wan kisses Klaus like he has to, like it's imperative, and Klaus can relate. It's not addiction, because Klaus knows what that's like. This is something healthier, something pure, something that makes both of them better people.

He loses himself in the kiss, and it's only when Obi-Wan pulls away that Klaus remembers that he's nervous. It's ridiculous, he knows that it is, but he can't help it. He isn't scared, and he isn't having any doubts, but there's a trembling anticipation that he's never felt with sex before. And it isn't just the sex. It's what this represents, and Klaus still feels bewildered that he's found it. That, and eternally grateful.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan doesn't ask him if he's sure, doesn't tease him, just positions himself and presses inside of Klaus, slick and bare. He didn't know how different it would feel, if he would really even be able to tell, but he can. His eyes widen and he gasps, realizing that every other time he's been fucked, the sensation has been dulled. This is so much better, and Obi's cock feels so much hotter inside of him.

Klaus lets out a surprised choked sort of whimper and hooks his knees over Obi-Wan's hips, clutching at his shoulders as he stares up at him with wide-eyed awe. It feels almost primal in a way, and more intimate than anything he's ever felt. No barriers, none at all. Just the two of them, locked together in a passionate embrace.

"Obi." He lets out a choked gasp, feeling his eyes sting as emotion swells inside of him, making his heart pound inside of his chest. Klaus hasn't asked, but he's pretty certain that this isn't Obi-Wan's first time without using protection. He never seemed all that concerned about it, not like Klaus, and he's suddenly nervous that this moment isn't quite as big of a deal to him. But that's okay, he realizes. Klaus knows that Obi-Wan knows what this means to him, so even if the actual sensation isn't as mind-blowing as it is to Klaus, the moment is just as big. Just as important. "How's it feel?"

It may not be the first time for Obi-Wan without the use of a condom, only because there were other forms of protection against pregnancy where he's from, and, with other races from other planets, the intricacies of sexual intercourse had been different, to say the least. It is, however, the first time with another male human, and he exhales shakily at Klaus's question.

His body is so warm. Hot even, unbelievably so, and Obi-Wan releases himself as he sinks deeper into Klaus, and then he nods. The question hadn't exactly been one that asks for a yes or no response, but he isn't certain he can speak just yet. It feels too good, overwhelmingly so, and he has to pause for a moment as he lifts his hand and cups the side of Klaus's face.

"Amazing," he answers finally. "You feel amazing, Klaus."

He always does, but there is something about this he knows resonates with them both. As he digs his knees properly into the mattress to better brace himself, Obi-Wan rolls his hips, thrusting into Klaus with another breathless little moan, sounding almost shocked.

Obi-Wan is certainly not unaffected, and Klaus is enraptured by the look on his face, like he's just as surprised by this as Klaus is, and he lets out a shuddering moan as Obi-Wan touches his face, unable to look away from him. Obi pulls out and thrusts back in, this time deeper and harder, and Klaus cries out as he arches his back, pressing himself closer to Obi-Wan and curling an arm around his middle to grip his back just under his shoulders.

"So do you," he gasps out, letting out a sound that's a cross between a laugh and a sob as Obi-Wan starts to fuck him in earnest, rolling his hips with these deep, slow thrusts that make Klaus whimper as he rocks up to meet them. Obi is molten hot inside of him, and Klaus curls his toes, letting his head fall back to the pillow, eyes falling shut so he can have a moment to just take it all in.

When he opens them again, Obi-Wan has ducked his head so all that Klaus sees is a sea of stars. The all go blurry when Obi-Wan thrusts in at just the right angle, sending streaks of light across his vision as he cries out in pleasure, digging his nails into Obi-Wan's back. He feels almost dazed with it for a long moment, but the soft drag his beard against Klaus's jaw brings him back into focus. One hand slides up Obi-Wan's back to grip the back of his neck, shifting him up until their foreheads can rest together.

"Obi-- will you say it?" He whispers, swallowing hard as his eyes fall shut. They've exchanged the words since that first night, but sometimes it's still hard for him to be the one to say them first, no matter how intensely he feels them. It still feels a little like a surprise each time he hears them, even though he knows that they're true.

But as he's said, he'll never get used to it. Every single time, it takes his breath away.

"I love you."

The words are out even almost before Klaus has finished asking. His hand has slipped from Klaus's face to his throat, although he doesn't grip him the way Klaus has his own throat in the past. He simply lays his palm there, a caress, as he kisses Klaus again, his lips brushing all the exposed skin he can reach as he breathes harder, hips rolling, thrusting into Klaus's body.

He feels impossibly hot around Obi-Wan's cock and for a moment he can't speak, but there are other ways to help Klaus understand what he feels. With a singular focus, Obi-Wan navigates the Force, finds himself within it, everything he feels for Klaus, and he offers it, shares it, does so in a way it hopefully won't feel too overwhelming. He won't force any of it on Klaus, but it's there, his for the taking if he wants it.

Getting his knees properly under him, Obi-Wan slips his hand off Klaus's throat and around his shoulders instead, pressing them together. His hips snap a little harder now, a breathless sound slipping out of him as he nudges his nose against Klaus's ear.

I love you, he thinks without bothering to shield it this time. He doesn't know if Klaus will hear the words, but he should, if nothing else, sense the feeling that comes along with them.

Obi-Wan says the words so eagerly, so honestly, like he didn't need to be prompted at all, and Klaus lets out a happy sort of sob, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a moment. Obi's mouth presses to his jaw, to his chin, to the corner of his mouth, all while keeping his hand resting loosely against the vulnerable line of Klaus's throat. There is no way that he can't feel the pounding of Klaus's pulse against his palm, and Klaus sucks in a deep breath as he's gathered into Obi-Wan's arms.

He feels weightless, like he's floating, and that's before Obi-Wan does something that makes Klaus feel something sort of pressing at the edges of his awareness. He opens his eyes and lets it in, and then gasps at the burst of emotion that he recognizes at Obi-Wan's. It's intensity is enough to send a tear rolling from the corner of Klaus's eye, and he clutches at Obi-Wan as he lets out another quiet sob.

It's so much to feel all at once, but Klaus doesn't want it to stop. Somehow, Obi-Wan is able to let Klaus feel just how genuine and real his affection, how deeply rooted it goes. It's not as if he's ever doubted that Obi-Wan means what he says, but sometimes it's hard for Klaus to actually let himself belief it for himself. This, though. This is undeniable. This is how Obi-Wan feels, and it's for him.

"You can feel me too," Klaus gasps out, moaning out loudly when Obi-Wan snaps his hips. It's overwhelming, all of this physical pleasure and the emotions swirling inside of him, but Klaus doesn't fight it. He lets himself feel it all, sinks into it with a gasp and digs his fingernails into Obi-Wan's back as he cries out. "God, Obi, I love you. Can you feel it?"

As he had promised, Obi-Wan has never allowed himself to feel what Klaus is feeling without his permission. He's never used his abilities on him at all, except when he's asked, and for silly things, like closing the door behind them or opening a lock when their hands are full. But when Klaus tells him he can feel him, he opens up to the Force, reaches out with it and into it, and he finds Klaus, finds the depth of everything he feels.

And it's so much. So terribly beautiful, overwhelming in its truthfulness, and perhaps one of the most wondrous things Obi-Wan has ever felt.

The bite of Klaus's nails into his back makes him moan again and he shifts, reaching between their bodies to take Klaus's cock in his hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts. This thing that has grown between them is so far beyond his control and Obi-Wan knows he can truly only control himself, but now he doesn't want to. When he's with Klaus, he thinks he may be as dangerous as he's ever been, but it's never once felt that way.

Klaus would never ask him for anything he can't give. He would never want anything unhealthy from Obi-Wan. It's astonishing and wonderful.

Sometimes, the irony of the situation that he's found himself in is not lost on Klaus. He went from not wanting any emotional intimacy during sex to this, which may just be literally the most intimacy possible. He has literally knocked down every barrier for Obi-Wan, from asking to be fucked bare to opening his heart and his mind for Obi-Wan to look around inside.

It's overwhelming, but he knows that Obi-Wan would never do this without Klaus's expression permission. The thought that Obi-Wan might abuse his powers in that regard has never crossed Klaus's mind, not since he learned of them and asked Obi not to. But he does want Obi-Wan to feel him now, and to know that he isn't alone, not in any of it.

When those clever fingers wrap around Klaus's cock, he knows that he won't last much longer. It's quicker than he usually comes, but he thinks that's understandable, all things considering. But it's okay. Him coming now doesn't mean that the night is over. They can catch their breath and wear themselves out, over and over again.

Klaus fucks up into the tight curl of Obi's grip just as he drives in hard against his prostate, and that, along with the swell of emotion flooding through him, and what also feels like a faint echo of Obi-Wan's own pleasure, is too much for Klaus he take. His orgasm explodes through him and he cries out sharply, arching up as he comes hard between them. It's so intense that he feels dazed, a little untethered, and he clutches hard at Obi-Wan as if he might float away.

And then he does his best to drag himself back to awareness, because Obi-Wan is going to come inside of him, and Klaus doesn't want to miss it. "Stay," he gasps out, curling one arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders and bites at his mouth because he's breathing too hard for a probably kiss. "Stay inside me after you come."