“My favorite,” Klaus says fondly, sliding one hand into Obi-Wan’s hair to brush it back from his face, stroking his fingertips along his scalp in a soothing, repetitive motion. His smile only grows at the mention of the candle and song, eyes crinkling at the corners. Sometimes it really feels like his heart beats for this man, who is so thoughtful and kind. This man who loves Klaus so much.

“I can teach you the song,” Klaus says as he cups a hand under Obi-Wan’s chin and gives him a soft, lingering kiss, letting his tongue sneak out to trace the seem of his lips. “After.”

He kisses Obi-Wan again, a little deeper this time, and then sits back to pull his shirt over his head, sending it soaring across the room. The new dog tag is cool against his skin, and Klaus looks down to admire them, smiling at the sight.