"Dancing!" Klaus laughs as Obi-Wan directs him forward, moving easily towards the dance floor. Once they find a spot and Obi-Wan has both hands on him, Klaus starts to move his hips with purpose, rocking back against Obi-Wan as his hand slides up along his stomach, dragging the material aside to expose the cut of his hip as he rolls it in time with the music.

Obi-Wan is good at dancing, letting his body feel the music and roll with it, and the two do them are always in tandem. It just works, and Klaus can't help but to get deeply aroused each time because he knows what this body feels like when it moves like this without any clothes on, when it's pressing him down and moving inside of him.

With one hand on Obi-Wan's hip, he reaches back with the other to curl it around the back of Obi-Wan's neck, grinning as he turns his head to close his teeth gently against the bolt of his jaw. "Are they looking? They should be be." He let out a throaty chuckle and tugs playfully with his hair. "It's a hell of a show."