When Obi-Wan pulls away from him, Klaus lets out a groan of protest, grasping playfully at Obi-Wan's hair before letting it slip through his fingers as he rolls away. He presses up onto his elbows just to watch Obi-Wan's naked ass as he walks away, and then looks down at his own breasts, lifting a hand to squeeze one just because he can.
He climbs out of bed as well, stumbling a little from both the change in his center of gravity and Obi-Wan turning his legs into jelly. One of Obi-Wan's shirts, button-down and pale green, is draped over a chair, and he plucks it up as he walks over to the mirror on the back of the door. He looks kind of amazing, naked and glistening with sweat, and Klaus pulls the shirt over his shoulders just to see how it would look.
It falls to his mid-thigh, and he thinks that he looks kind of sexy, turning this way and that to look at his reflection. Smiling to himself, he pulls his long hair out of the collar and rests his hands on his hips, waiting for Obi-Wan to come back and see him.
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He climbs out of bed as well, stumbling a little from both the change in his center of gravity and Obi-Wan turning his legs into jelly. One of Obi-Wan's shirts, button-down and pale green, is draped over a chair, and he plucks it up as he walks over to the mirror on the back of the door. He looks kind of amazing, naked and glistening with sweat, and Klaus pulls the shirt over his shoulders just to see how it would look.
It falls to his mid-thigh, and he thinks that he looks kind of sexy, turning this way and that to look at his reflection. Smiling to himself, he pulls his long hair out of the collar and rests his hands on his hips, waiting for Obi-Wan to come back and see him.