"Is that all we're doing?" Klaus asks with a grin, tipping his head to the side as Obi-Wan moves his hair. The kiss makes him smile and he lifts his head again to press another soft kiss to Obi-Wan's mouth as they dance, sliding his hand up the back of Obi-Wan's shirt to rest it against the warm skin just above his waistband.

It's still incredible to Klaus just how crazed they still are for each other. Klaus never wants any one particular person this badly even once, let alone over and over again for months, but Obi-Wan is the exception to so many rules, it seems. They've been together dozens of times by now, but Klaus is as hungry as ever, and never fully satisfied. He always wants more of this, of him, of them.

"You dance almost as good as you fuck," Klaus murmurs against Obi-Wan's ear, just because he can, and it might make Obi-Wan flush. This time, it's his turn to dip his fingertips under the waistband of Obi-Wan's jeans, slipping just below the elastic of his underwear to stroke along soft, warm skin. "Almost."