Klaus had been teasing, but Obi-Wan manages to surprise him once again. He's so wonderfully open. Not just with sexual exploration, but with everything. He's open with his emotions, with his affections, open to exploring new things. He's so brave, and Klaus admires it. He wishes that he could emulate it at times. Mostly, he's glad to find himself on the receiving end of it.

"I might be," he says with a teasing smile, quirking one eyebrow. "Under the right circumstances."

Truthfully, the thought of someone watching Obi-Wan fuck him is sort of thrilling. He's never been shy, and he's had sex in front of others before. It was fun, but not something he ever really specifically sought out. What him and Obi-Wan do together is akin to art, and good art should be appreciated.

"Maybe a quick one," he says after a moment, because he and Obi-Wan don't just fuck. They also make love, as cheesy as it sounds, but Klaus has now learned that there is a difference between the two. Klaus smiles and scratches his fingertips through Obi-Wan's beard, twisting a bit of the hair at his chin between the pads of his fingers. "You do see parts of me no one else does sometimes, when we're together like that. Things that I wouldn't want anyone else to see."

His smile grows, and he gives Obi-Wan's a beard a playful tug. "But a nice rut? Yeah, that might be fun. I do love to show off, obviously."