"I suppose I must," Obi-Wan agrees, although his hips are still rolling a little, mostly a lazy gesture, and he doesn't want to pull from Klaus's body just yet. "But are you sure you don't need anything? A glass of water, perhaps?"

His tone is teasing, and even if Klaus can't see his face, he has to be able to feel the smile against his throat. He shifts his weight a little, leaning to one elbow, not wanting to crush Klaus utterly, given the size of him now, but neither is he ready to separate. Although he knows there's more to come, so much more possibility, he feels wonderfully warm and sated in this moment.

There's truly nowhere else he would rather be right now.