"You do make a compelling argument," Klaus says with an indulgent grin, settling in happily in Obi-Wan's lap, which quickly became his most favorite place to sit. "As for the bed thing, we'll just need more practice."

It's not as hard as Klaus initially thought it would be to say things like this to Obi-Wan, to admit that he's enamored, because it doesn't quite feel like a risk. He knows that it's mutual, because Obi-Wan's affection for him is so obvious that it's even able to work through the shield of Klaus's own self-loathing. It cannot be denied.

"Wonderful," Klaus repeats, smiling as he sits up a bit to give Obi-Wan a soft kiss. Or, he meant for it to be a soft kiss, but it ends up lasting longer, going deeper, until Klaus is licking into his mouth and tasting the lemon from Obi's drink on his tongue. Someone nearby lets out a wolf whistle and Klaus smiles into the kiss, nipping Obi's bottom lip before leaning back into the cradle of his lap. "Sometimes I just can't help myself."