They've succeeded, more or less, at being properly quiet, and Obi-Wan makes a soft, murmuring noise at Klaus's comment about the matching marks they've left behind. He sinks into the kiss, lowering them both back to the mattress, taking care with Klaus now that they're finished.

He's wonderfully sore, physically exhausted in the best way, something that would be easily restored with a brief meditative state and a few hours of sleep, but that isn't the route he'll take tonight. Being with Klaus is a reason to rest properly, like he would have back on Coruscant while not in the midst of a mission or a war. He can sleep tonight, curl himself around Klaus and properly sleep, then wake in the morning when the sun begins to filter into the room.

A perfect plan. A perfect end to a perfect evening, he thinks, and he gently eases back, slipping free from Klaus, and tending to the condom. He gets up to toss it in the rubbish bin, then comes back and leans over Klaus to kiss him once more, taking his time before he pulls back slightly.

"Do you have something to clean up with?" he asks, then smiles. "Or are you going to make a run to the bathroom and hope no one sees your naked backside?"