"More naked backside for me," Klaus teases, giving Obi's ass a playful slap before letting his hand rest on Obi's hip, watching fondly as the other man cleans him up. It's intimate and tender and something Klaus is really coming to love. It's okay to let someone else take care of him, as long as that someone is Obi-Wan.

When Obi-Wan settles on the bed, Klaus reaches down to grab his blanket and pull it up to their shoulders, letting the soft fabric settle against their bodies as he rolls onto his side with a soft smile, their faces lingering only inches apart. The room smells like spicy tacos and sex, and Klaus laughs as he reaches out curl his fingers around Obi's wrist, dragging his hand out from under the blankets and lifting Obi's fingers with his thumb, pointing his hand over over Klaus's shoulder.

"Can you crack open the window, please?" He asks softly, amused as ever at what Obi-Wan is able to do. He tries not to take advantage of it, tries not to ask for too much, but this can be excused, he thinks. Obi-Wan using the Force to open the window means that neither of them will have to get out of bed, and that's a very good use of it, Klaus thinks.