"Then you should be very proud," Klaus groans out, because there isn't just pleasure coursing through him. There is also a warmth in his chest that comes from pure joy and gratitude for this man who loves him so very much, who only wants good things for him, who only ever wants to make him feel good.

He has never been loved like this, and he's thankful to be reminded of just how much he's loved every single day, especially here and now, in this peaceful little oasis. Every touch, every kiss, every slow push of his cock into Klaus's body is infused with it, pleasure and love and gratitude all mixed up until Klaus is shaking, and all he can do is moan.

The grip on his throat keeps shifting, keeping Klaus on his toes in every sense, and he lets out another soft cry of pleasure as he tips his head back against Obi-Wan's shoulder, giving himself over entirely as he rocks back to meet every slow thrust.

"All I ever feel is good," he breathes out shakily, palming at the back of Obi-Wan's head, "whenever I'm with you."