"Oh, you're hardly ruining them," Obi-Wan answers, though he's distracted by Klaus's touch, as is always the case. It feels different now, Klaus's fingers slender, his hands smaller, and Obi-Wan can't help but press back against his touch before his hips roll forward once more.

With another kiss, a soft sigh, he rolls to one side, moving onto his back so he can slip out of his soft pants. He's wearing nothing beneath, had seen no point in it when he had only just gotten out of bed and wanted to remain as comfortable as possible, and he discards the pants off the edge of the bed.

Fully undressed, he rolls back toward Klaus, smiling at him, watching the way the light dances in his eyes.

"As beautiful as ever," he confirms before he leans in for another kiss.