It's been some time since Obi-Wan has been in any situation in which he's not the one people look to for guidance. With it, he had always been careful, treading lightly, taking care to check in with himself and understand the level of power he was being offered. He had always been careful not to take it, not to rely on the reality of it, not to expect it. The level of trust that had been put in him was something he vowed to earn every single day and with Klaus it's been no different.

But now, pressed up against the door, Klaus pinning his hands over his head, his breath coming in delighted, exhausted gasps, he's never felt as utterly helpless in such a sublime manner.

He sinks into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to wrap himself around Klaus and stay here, though he knows such a thing isn't possible. They may have escaped noticed of an authority for this long, but it won't last forever, and he finds he doesn't want to ruin the potential this room has to offer in the future.

"You make it easy," he answers, then nips softly at Klaus's lower lip. "To be more adventurous. To let go." A Jedi's entire training is based around letting go and Obi-Wan has embraced that, but never in such a way as this. Klaus has only helped him learn more every day.