Obi-Wan never shies away from any kiss that Klaus gives him, no matter where they might be. He always puts his all into each and every kiss, just like Klaus does. And Klaus wants to kiss him always, everywhere, all the time.
Even here, in a club full of all kinds of stimulation, lights and music and sound, beautiful bodies moving together, but Klaus can't look away from Obi-Wan. Klaus smiles as Obi's fingers slide into his hair, dragging along his scalp, and he practically preens at the attention as he sips from his drink. He feels truly decadent, lounging across Obi-Wan's lap like a spoiled house cat, and he couldn't be happier.
"Ah, so you're an exhibitionist," Klaus says delightedly, reaching up to trail his fingertips along Obi-Wan's jaw before sitting up to kiss him again, shifting his drink to his other hand so he can wrap his arm around Obi's shoulders. "That's interesting information."
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Even here, in a club full of all kinds of stimulation, lights and music and sound, beautiful bodies moving together, but Klaus can't look away from Obi-Wan. Klaus smiles as Obi's fingers slide into his hair, dragging along his scalp, and he practically preens at the attention as he sips from his drink. He feels truly decadent, lounging across Obi-Wan's lap like a spoiled house cat, and he couldn't be happier.
"Ah, so you're an exhibitionist," Klaus says delightedly, reaching up to trail his fingertips along Obi-Wan's jaw before sitting up to kiss him again, shifting his drink to his other hand so he can wrap his arm around Obi's shoulders. "That's interesting information."