Beauty is not something Obi-Wan is often complimented on and while he’s aware he may be objectively handsome, it’s rarely something he considers. But Klaus makes him feel as if he is, as if it matters to be beautiful, and he supposes maybe it does in some way. He knows he likes it when Klaus compliments him. It makes him feel special and seen.

All he wants to do in return is make Klaus feel the same. Special and cared for and important.

“I love you,” he murmurs, grasping as Klaus, feeling sweat slick his palms. He can feel Klaus’s muscles moving beneath his skin, the shift and flex, and then he gasps as Klaus’s cock moves deeper inside of him.