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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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"Oh, how terribly romantic," Obi-Wan agrees and he wouldn't have thought he would have the energy to properly laugh right now, but Klaus is always surprising him. He settles against him, keeping some of his weight on his knees, his elbows, but settles comfortably into the space Klaus has made for him as he nods.

"I think I'd like that very much," he says. Since coming to Darrow he's spent a lot of his time reading, as Klaus is well aware of, and he finds all kinds of subjects fascinating. Obi-Wan can go from reading about quantum physics to what he's learned are called bodice rippers, those explicit stories that seem to merely be pretending they're be written without a historical context.

One day, he thinks, he ought to tell Klaus there are such novels written about the Jedi in his galaxy.

"What are you going to read for me?" he asks, leaning down to nuzzle his face against the curve of Klaus's throat. "Something particularly romantic, I would hope, if we're going to go all in with the cliché." And whether or not it's a cliché, Obi-Wan doesn't at all care. He's enjoying every moment of this evening.

They settle together comfortably, with Klaus's thighs splayed open and Obi-Wan heavy on top of him, resting inside of him, and it's an intimacy that he's slowly getting used to. Not only that, but he's starting to crave it. Especially now that they've shared this incredible new thing.

"Oh, it's very romantic. You've heard a small part of it before, in Spanish," Klaus tells him, licking his thumb and reaching up above Obi's head to flip to the right page. One hand falls to Obi-Wan's back as he holds the book out to the side, sliding his hand slowly up and down Obi-Wan's back. When he recited those few lines of this particular poem, it's because they had stuck in his mind. He thought about it enough that he checked the book out on their next trip to the library.

He was too afraid to say any of it in English before, but he isn't now. Not tonight.

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or arrow of carnations the fire shoots off: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul," he reads, and it's easier with Obi-Wan's face tucked against his throat, without being looked at. It's obvious how much the poem resonates with him, though. Just due to his voice.

He continues reciting the poem, pausing every few lines to press kisses to Obi-Wan's head as his hand slowly travels up and down his back.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride. I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this," he reads out, swallowing thickly as he reaches up to turn the page. "In which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep, it is your eyes that close."

When he's done, he closes the book and sets it down to tuck his fingers under Obi-Wan's chin, lifting it to press a soft kiss to his mouth. "It's by Pablo Neruda, and I thought of you when I read it."

It's so incredibly lovely, the words, the knowledge that somewhere in the universe, there was a man able to think them into being and then commit them to paper so that others might enjoy the beauty of his talent. And then, to have them so deeply understood and felt that someone else would feel them the appropriate words to convey the depth of their emotion. Further still, to have that person feel them for him. Obi-Wan's eyes close as he listens to Klaus recite the poem, his fingers stroking against Klaus's shoulder, his collarbone, his hips giving a slow, gentle roll every so often, as if reminding them both where he is.

"It's beautiful," he says, leaning into the kiss, lingering there. His hand slides down slightly, to press his palm against Klaus's chest, an echo of the words that have just been read to him.

"It's truly an astonishing feat, the way people are able to put such feeling into words or music or art," he murmurs. "There is so much beauty in the galaxy and it somehow feels better knowing there are people who can understand it so completely that they're able to communicate it to the rest of us."

Their mouths meet and Klaus hums into the kiss, smiling as Obi-Wan rocks his hips and sends another spark of pleasure up his spine. He puts his hand over Obi's on his chest, squeezing a little as he kisses the corner of Obi's mouth, the tip of his nose, the curve of his cheek.

"Music basically got me through my teenage years," Klaus admits, gripping the back of Obi's neck with his other hand and then sliding it slowly down his spine to grab at his ass, rocking his hips up a little and letting out a content sigh as his own cock twitches where it's pinned between their bellies.

"I'm not the best at saying what I'm feeling all the time, if you haven't noticed," he says, smiling and kissing Obi-Wan again, nipping softly at his bottom lip. "So I'm grateful for all those far more eloquent than me."

"Oh, it seems to me you're better at it than you believe," Obi-Wan answers in a soft voice, his eyes closed in enjoyment as Klaus kisses him. Eventually he knows he's going to have to ease out of Klaus, but he's astonished by just how intimate this feeling is, how much he enjoys simply being here, the warmth of Klaus's body still around him, his cock still slowly softening.

He feels loved. Truly loved. It's a feeling Obi-Wan has experienced only once before.

"I'm sorry I have no poetry to give you in return," he murmurs. His hand slides up Klaus's chest to the side of his throat, then up to cup his cheek. He smooths his thumb over Klaus's cheekbone, smiling down at him. "I'll have to bring some next time. I'm sure I can find something that properly expresses just how strongly I feel with you."

"You don't realize that at least half the things you say sound like poetry," Klaus says with a fond laugh, smiling up at Obi-Wan as his fingers travel across Klaus's face. "You astound me constantly."

Obi-Wan is so wise and thoughtful, like the spiritual guru that Klaus pretended to be except entirely sincere. He is the best of men, and Klaus is constantly surprised that Obi-Wan wants to be with him of all people. Surprised, but overwhelmingly grateful. He deserves to be told this, so Klaus swallows hard and reaches up to touch his face.

"You have made me feel special since the night we met," Klaus tells him, dragging his fingertips lightly through his beard. "You make me feel seen and understood. You listen to me, you ask about me. You-- you love me. That is better than any poetry."

Klaus swallows hard, eyes crinkling at the corners as he traces Obi-Wan's lower lip with his thumb. "If you express yourself anymore strongly than that, you might ruin me."

All these things Klaus says are attributes Obi-Wan doesn't think are particularly exceptional when it comes to himself. It seems like any decent person should listen to someone when they're speaking to them, that they should ask how they're doing, what they're thinking, and show genuine interest, of course, too. Especially when they've come to care about that person, whether their connection be romantic or platonic or familial. To care about someone is to show interest in their life and who they are.

"Ah, but the same could be said about you," he teases, then nips gently at Klaus's thumb. "You have no idea how good you are with people. How kind, how accepting. What do you think I fell so in love with?"

He reaches up and tugs gently at Klaus's hair, then says, "It helps that you're absolutely beautiful, but that isn't why I fell in love with you in the first place." He remembers the first time he had realized just how close he was to falling in love with Klaus and then the time he had understood it wasn't merely close, but absolutely certain. And it had nothing to do with with sex, with how Klaus looks or how his body feels.

Obi-Wan's words make Klaus's brow furrow, because kind isn't usually a word that people ascribe to him. People find him flighty, or maybe aloof. (Useless, weak, idiotic.) He can't imagine that many people find him to be kind. Not cruel, either, but somewhere in the middle.

He seems to truly mean it, though, and Klaus has to wonder if it's because he finally let someone else outside of his family truly get to know him. Dave would have called him kind, he thinks. Maybe he is, and he just never knew it.

"Why did you? I mean, when did you know?" Klaus asks, feeling himself flush at the question. It feels like a needy thing to say, but Klaus is genuinely curious. He gives Obi-Wan a sheepish sort of smile and traces the line of his beard, looking up at him like maybe he's only joking. "Was it really the tacos?"

"No," he says, smiling. He tilts his head a little, rubbing himself against Klaus's hand, liking the feel of his fingers on his face. "The first time I thought I might love you was the early morning you came to tell me Ben was here. You came to find me, to share this wonderfully joyful thing, and later, as we were speaking, as you were preparing to sleep, you told me you want to make me happy and I realized you already did. Happy like I hadn't felt in a very long time."

Obi-Wan shifts, presses his lips to Klaus's jaw and shivers just a little. Not from the chill in the air, he's still wonderfully warm in this little cocoon Klaus had created from them. He simply feels good. Free, perhaps, is the better word for it.

"But I knew for certain the night of our fancy date," he murmurs against Klaus's throat. "I don't remember what you said or what you did, but I remember thinking I love him."

"Ah, so it was the stockings," he jokes, but he's obviously choked up, eyes welling with tears as he looks to the side for a moment. It'll take a while for him to get used to this open tenderness, he thinks. But that's okay. Klaus isn't going anywhere.

The night that he found Ben was important to Klaus, too. He's never been the type to run to someone to share good news, and he had gone straight to Obi-Wan without even thinking about it, because that's just where he needed to be. The real turning point for him came a little earlier, however.

"I knew that I was screwed on New Year's, when you took care of me," Klaus admits with a warm smile, sliding his hand in lazy patterns along the bare skin of Obi-Wan's back, humming happily as Obi-Wan's mouth travels along his throat. "It wasn't how you saved me, because I know that you'd do that for anyone, but it was how you treated after. I had never been treated like that, not once in my life. And I just-- I knew that I was gone for you."

"Ah, so it truly is that you like playing doctor," Obi-Wan teases with a smile, having gleaned well enough from Klaus and Harley's comments about it to understand exactly what they had meant that evening she'd come to his place to have somewhere safe to be.

He feels warm, though, warm all through his chest, his entire body. That night had been one of horror in some ways, he had feared the worst when that building had collapsed upon Klaus, knowing he had to make sure the others were safe before he lifted the rubble. It is not a choice he relishes having to make no matter how many times he must. The collective over the individual.

Love makes that decision so much more difficult.

"Yes, I think I had an idea of it then, too," he agrees. "We've spoken of the duty of the Jedi, of being able to let go of even those we love if and when it becomes necessary and I... I wavered that night. You worked so hard to get all those people out of the building and I nearly abandoned them all when it came down, knowing you were still inside." Then he smiles. "But I knew you would be rather disappointed with me if I let your efforts go to waste. And I knew, too, you were strong enough to hold on until I got there. I knew you'd know I was coming for you."

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"I love playing doctor," Klaus teases back, though his expression goes a bit more serious as he listens to Obi-Wan speak. He knows how strong that Obi-Wan's belief system is, how much it means to him, and knowing that he faltered for even a moment due to Klaus, makes him feel deeply touched. He would not want Obi-Wan to waver, wouldn't want to upend his life like that, but it still means something.

"I knew you would," he confirms, smiling as he reaches up to touch Obi-Wan's face, fingertips trailing along his cheek and up into his hair. Maybe it hadn't been a conscious thought at the time, but a part of him knew without a doubt that Obi-Wan would come for him. Obi-Wan will always come for him. The knowledge is more comforting than he knows how to put into words.

So, he doesn't. Instead, he cradles Obi-Wan's jaw and pulls him into a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around him and licking into his mouth in the hope of sharing what he's feeling, and also because he just wants to be kissing Obi-Wan all the time. He can never get enough of how good it feels, and how healthy it is compared to the things that he could never get enough of in the past. This a good thing to want, something that makes him better and better all the time.

As they kiss, Obi-Wan finally has to ease out of Klaus, his legs starting to tighten up, but the way he slips free, without a barrier, feeling what has spilled out of him trickling out of Klaus alongside his cock, it sends a shiver of desire through him. It's a bit of a surprise, how terribly arousing that is, knowing he's been inside of Klaus in such a way. The most intimate parts of him are still there.

"You can play doctor before my turn," he murmurs against Klaus's lips, smiling and then kissing him again. They could simply lie here all night, wrapped up in one another, and Obi-Wan would love every last moment of it. He wants to feel Klaus inside of him, but he's in no hurry, not for any of this. They have something special, something shared intimately and between only the two of them, and there is no need to rush through any of it.

The world, the galaxy, it will never be perfect. Obi-Wan has never sought perfection, even though he knows there are those who had called him the perfect Jedi. He isn't. No such thing exists. The world isn't perfect, but it can have perfect moments and those moments, he knows, are the ones worth fighting for.

When Obi-Wan pulls out of him, Klaus nearly wants to protest, but instead he focuses on the way that he can feel come leaking out of him, a bead of it rolling along his skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt, and his breath hitches as he pulls back from the kiss, looking up at Obi-Wan with wide eyes. It's an intimacy unlike anything he's ever known, and he finds it thrilling to know that a part of Obi-Wan will remain inside of him.

That feeling, along with Obi's smile and his crystal blue eyes, make Klaus's heart swell and he smiles, wide and dopey and wholly genuine, before kissing Obi-Wan again. He could live in this moment, he thinks again. It's becoming a common thought for him, and he realizes that with Obi-Wan, he does live in these moments. They happen over and over again, and Klaus cherishes each and every one.

With a laugh, he easily surges up and flips them over, pinning Obi-Wan to the bed with his body and propping himself up over him on one arm, sliding his other hand along Obi's chest as he smiles down at him fondly. "Your turn, huh? You're going to let me fuck you bare? Come inside you?"

It's not a surprise, of course, but Klaus still wants to say it out loud, just to watch Obi's face when he does, and to feel himself shiver with anticipation.

Obi-Wan smiles as Klaus flips him over, then laughs softly as they settle once more and he hooks one leg around the back of Klaus's. He could never have imagined something like this being in his future. During those moments on Mustafar, Obi-Wan had understood with an aching sense of loss, that his old life was over. The Jedi were gone, nearly wiped out by the men they trusted. His friends were gone, a biological switch having been flipped inside their heads, used against their will to kill those who had loved them. His Padawan was gone, lost to the dark side, to his own inability to let go. He hadn't known what lay ahead, but this place, these chances to be something else, they would have never crossed his mind.

Protecting Padmé, has she survived Anakin's assault, and her children would have been his priority. But they all have another chance here. The opportunity to make a life and, perhaps, to build something new.

He would very much like to build something here with Klaus.

"Yes," he answers, smiling up at Klaus, reaching up with one hand to brush back his hair so he can better see his face. He holds onto the hair he's tucked back, giving it a gentle tug. "I would like you inside of me without any barriers at all. I want to know what it feels like when you come inside me."

Obi-Wan's fingers slide into his hair and Klaus smiles at the playful tug, leaning down to nip at his bottom lip in return. The words make a flare of arousal shoot through him, and he groans against Obi-Wan's mouth as he lowers himself and presses their hips together. Obi's cock is wet where it glides along the cut of Klaus's hip, slick with lube and his own come, and Klaus feels almost giddy.

This thing that he never thought he could have is all his now, and it's a symbol of something bigger. They made a plan together and sought it through, and were rewarded for it. Their relationship, because it certainly can be called nothing less, will have a lot of that, he thinks. Open communication, making plans, seeing them through. They make a good team, and Klaus is so amazed to have him found himself here, in this life, with this partner.

"I want to watch it leak out of you," Klaus admits in a needy sort of whisper against Obi-Wan's chin, biting there softly as he reaches for the lube. "I want to push it back into you with my fingers. Maybe even lick it out of you."

Filthy, he knows, but Obi-Wan knows that about him. He not only knows all about Klaus's depravity, but rewards it, celebrates it, rising up to meet him at every turn. Because there is nothing wrong with anything they do as long as they both enjoy it.

"Would you let me do all those things, Obi?" He asks, kissing him once more before pulling back enough to make room to slide his hand down between their bodies, pressing his slick fingertips to Obi-Wan's hole and rubbing in slow little circles, pleased but unsurprised when his body opens up for Klaus greedily and he can sink one finger inside of him, pressing in deep.

It astonishes Obi-Wan -- though does it really, he wonders, after the time they've spent together? -- how swiftly they can shift from sweet to dirty within moments. Klaus kisses him, his cock trapped between their bodies, already growing hard again, and then he speaks and Obi-Wan thinks he may have lost the ability to speak in return.

His lips part to respond, but all that comes out is a helpless sort of whimper.

Klaus has awoken a part of him he thought would likely be silent for the rest of time. He hasn't been without partners in his life, he hasn't ignored his desire, but to have desire and love so deeply entwined has been entirely rare for him, felt only once before. He thought it died with Satine, that piece of him, and yet Klaus had brought it back to life with very little effort.

"I would let you do anything," he answers as Klaus presses his finger into Obi-Wan's body and he arches toward him, pressing against his finger. "I want that all. Everything you've just said, I want it. I want you."

"You have me," Klaus assures him, cupping Obi's jaw and tucking his thumb under Obi-Wan's chin as he kisses him again, licking into his mouth as he pulls his his finger out only two press two in. "Of course you have me."

No, they do not belong to each other. They don't belong to anyone but themselves, but Klaus knows that they are attached to one another, and he will always be there for Obi-Wan. Not just for this, but for anything he needs.

"I've got you," he breathes out, kissing along Obi-Wan's jaw and neck as he pumps his fingers in and out, spreading them a little to get him ready. It never seems to take much for either of them, not with each other. Their bodies trust each other, always eager, and Klaus's breath hitches in anticipation as he slides his fingers free and reaches for the lube again.

He sits back on his haunches, letting his gaze travel over Obi-Wan's strong thighs, splayed open to make room for him, and the shiny, pink length of his cock where it reaches towards his toned stomach. Klaus takes a steadying breath and slicks his bare cock before hooking a hand under Obi-Wan's knee to lift his head and spread him wider, hooking Obi-Wan's leg over his shoulder as he shifts himself forward.

Klaus stares in awe as he rubs the head of his cock against Obi-Wan's slick hole, feeling his body shudder with pleasure just at that, just at that first little nudge. He can hardly believe that he's found himself here, doing this once forbidden thing with this beautiful man. He takes a deep breath and looks up at Obi-Wan's face, sliding one hand up and down the length of Obi-Wan's thigh.

He nearly asks if Obi-Wan is ready, but they wouldn't be here if he weren't, so Klaus takes another breath and pushes in slowly, mouth falling open as he sinks into the slick heat of him, feeling every twitch of muscle. It's incredible, life-altering, and Klaus groans as he bottoms out, grinding his hips against Obi-Wan's ass as he stares up at his face, chest heaving as he takes a moment to adjust.

There are likely few people who would understand Obi-Wan the way Klaus does. Few who would fit into his life, who would be comfortable with how their relationship has progressed, but Klaus does. Klaus is perfect. They fit together, they understand one another, and Obi-Wan knows what a rare and beautiful thing they’ve found and he vows to himself he won’t ever take this for granted.

He believes Klaus, too. He feels held, kept safe, in a way he doesn’t recall having ever felt before. The Jedi protect others, they’re tasked with the care of the galaxy, and they do their best to look after one another, but it isn’t the same as having someone care for him like this.

The muscle behind his thigh stretches where his leg rests against Klaus’s shoulder and his lips part as his mouth falls open, Klaus’s cock first rubbing against him and then sinking deep inside of him. He feels ineloquent, breathless, and all he can manage is a long exhale, followed by, “Stars, Klaus..”

It feels the same, wonderfully familiar, the warmth of Klaus, the pressure, the way he pushes inside. But it’s different, too. Klaus’s skin feels hotter, as if there are flames running under their skin, burning hotter wherever they touch, and he mobs as he curls his fingers around Klaus’s wrist and holds on.

Hearing his name like that makes Klaus feel powerful, like he can do anything, but he doesn't want anything. He just wants this, wants him, and he lets out a low moan as he moves Obi-Wan's leg to the side so that Klaus can lean over him, planting one hand into the mattress next to Obi's head.

His other hand grips Obi-Wan's hip and he draws back only to thrust back into him hard, crying out sharply before ducking in for another kiss, messy and biting. He lets go of Obi's hip to cup his face instead, panting as he starts rolling his hips, fucking him with quick, deep thrusts. It's more frenzied than their earlier encounter, a little more desperate, and Klaus moans out Obi-Wan's name and bites at his chin.

"You feel so fucking good," he pants out, pulling back just enough to get a clear look at Obi-Wan's face, watching how he reacts to every thrust, dragging his fingers down the side of his neck and down his chest to grab his hip again.

He feels helpless and pinned beneath Klaus, deliciously vulnerable, and he hooks his leg around Klaus's hip when it's lowered from his shoulder, hands grasping at Klaus wherever he can reach. His fingers slide up the length of his arm, over the slim, muscular line of his tricep and then up over his shoulder, gripping him with an intensity reserved only for moment like this and the midst of battle.

This is nothing like battle, but Klaus always gets the best of him, and Obi-Wan shudders beneath him as his cock slides in and then out, then in again, stirring fervency within him. There's a sheen of sweat on his skin, a droplet sliding down his temple from his hair, and he leans up on one elbow to press his mouth to Klaus's again, panting heavily against his lips.

"Stars, you're amazing, Klaus," he breathes, holding onto him tightly, desperately. "I love you, I love how you feel inside of me."

Obi-Wan has had wonderful sexual experiences before, but nothing that comes even remotely close to what he has now with Klaus. He may not typically be vocal during sex, has a tendency to be rather quiet, despite his usual talkative nature. It's just that Klaus is overwhelming in the best possible way, stealing his words with a mere kiss.

When this started, Klaus didn't intend for it to be hard and fast, but being inside of Obi-Wan like this has overwhelmed him, sending him into a fervor that he really should have anticipated. But it's no less loving, he realizes. His hips snapping forward, driving his cock into Obi-Wan over and over, does not negate the love and tenderness that they feel for each other. They can have this, and love, and everything else.

"I love you," Klaus echoes, feeling affection rise up inside of him right alongside pleasure. After another kiss, Klaus digs his knees into the bed for leverage and wraps his arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders as the rocks back onto his haunches, dragging Obi-Wan up with him and urging him to get on his knees so that he's straddling Klaus's thighs, sinking down onto Klaus's cock as he holds onto him tightly.

"You're fucking incredible," he gasps out, leaning in to lap up a bead of sweat on Obi-Wan's neck as he thrusts up into him, biting at the juncture of Obi's neck and shoulder with a whimper. It feels like his need for Obi-Wan will never be satisfied. He could do this every single day for the rest of his life and never get bored, and that is as terrifying as it is comforting, but he wants it. God help him, he wants it all.

When Klaus moves them, Obi-Wan goes, grateful and eager, and he wraps his arms around Klaus as he meets Klaus's thrusts up into his body. The night air is cool, even with the heat being provided both from the heater Klaus had brought and their bodies, and it dries some of the sweat on Obi-Wan's skin as he rides Klaus, moaning brazenly.

If there are any windows open below them, even a crack, they'll be heard. Obi-Wan doesn't care. He feels cracked open, Klaus's fingers digging into his chest and pulling apart his ribs and exposing all the places he's kept behind a plate of armour ever since he'd had to leave Satine behind on Mandalore all those years ago. The armour had only grown thicker and stronger since her death, but Klaus has broken it with ease. He doesn't care if anyone knows. Klaus's siblings, Anakin, they can think whatever they may, it makes no difference to how Obi-Wan feels.

He's missed this feeling, he realizes. A bit of defiance mingled with the intensity of real love. It's a beautiful thing.

Briefly, his hands cup Klaus's face, holding onto him, then his fingers drag down his throat, over his chest, bracing himself there as he moves with Klaus, rising and falling on his cock, his own bouncing between them.

God, Klaus loves it when Obi-Wan is loud. He is usually always so composed that Klaus feels a certain sense of triumph when he makes noise. Especially now, when each sound he makes feels like it's being pulled up from somewhere deep inside of him, like he just can't help it. These sounds are music to Klaus's ears and he wants to hear more of them all the time.

"Yeah, just like that," he gasps out, shifting himself so he has more leverage to thrust up into Obi-Wan, holding onto him while the two of them work together to have Obi-Wan bouncing on his cock. He braces his forearm against Obi-Wan's lower back and reaches between them to curl his fingers around Obi's cock, not stroking so much as just holding on and giving him something to fuck into as he bounces so goddamn splendidly.

"You're more beautiful than any poetry, than any song," Klaus breathes out, not even entirely sure of what he's saying but meaning every word of it all the same. "I could never get enough of you. Not in a thousand lifetimes."

He lifts his hand from Obi-Wan's back to grip the back of his neck instead, dragging him down onto Klaus's cock and holding him there while Klaus kisses him, keeping him there and kissing him until he starts to squirm and then releasing him, thrusting up hard as his hand slides down the sweat-slick expanse of Obi-Wan's back.

"You're even more beautiful when you come," he says with a grin, sliding his hand up into Obi-Wan's hair to grip some of it in his fist, using it to tug his head back so Klaus can lean in and drag his tongue across the hollow of Obi-Wan's throat and up his neck, biting at the spot just under his ear. "Are you going to come for me?"

Though he's certainly been with people physically stronger than he is, even those who might manhandle him a little, none of it has ever felt even a fraction as good as this does with Klaus. He's panting harshly against Klaus's mouth as he's held down on his cock and when he squirms, it's more for show than anything else, wanting to feel Klaus's cock inside of him, wanting feel him moving even when he's being held in place.

At first, before Klaus releases him again, he just rocks, moving back and forth in Klaus's lap. His fingers curl under, clinging to Klaus's waist as his head is pulled back and he moans again at the feel of Klaus's tongue dragging over his skin.

At Klaus's words, Obi-Wan's breath hitches and he thinks he could come. No, he knows he could, as soon as Klaus says it, as he rolls his hips, his cock sliding through Klaus's fist, but then he manages to grin, a quick quirk of his lips.

"Do you want me to come now?" he asks breathlessly. "Or do you want me to wait until you're... what did you say? Licking your come out of me?"