Obi-Wan hardly needs to be asked twice -- unless, like earlier, he's enjoying teasing Klaus far too much -- and once he's shed his t-shirt, he leans in for a long kiss, pressing his mouth to Klaus's, nudging his lips apart gently. Even though the kiss feels different, it's marginally so, the sort of kiss that Obi-Wan can still feel and taste Klaus inside of.

It's a wonderful thing, being able to recognize someone so thoroughly.

He settles between Klaus's thighs, the hard line of his cock presses to the core of him, and where he would normally feel Klaus's length in return there's only heat and softness. It makes Obi-Wan tremble slightly as he kisses Klaus again and again, cupping one soft breast in his palm, his thumb gliding across Klaus's nipple.