"When I met him, he seemed like he was a real romantic matchmakey sort of type," Klaus drawls out, tracing his fingertips along Obi-Wan's collarbone, back and forth as Obi's hand settles low on his back. "And he did make up a reason for people to get cozy. I don't think he'd mind at all."

Klaus shifts forward, sliding his elbows in above Obi-Wan's shoulders and planting him to the bed, stretching out along the length of him and caging him in. The tips of their noses touch, nudging together before Klaus kisses the tip of it.

"Oh, you are not getting out of this bed," Klaus tells him, moving to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Even if I have to hold you captive."