Klaus keeps his eyes on Obi-Wan's face, marveling over how now he must tip his head back to do so. Now, he's shorter than Obi-Wan, and so much smaller, as evidenced by the ease which which Obi picks him up. Klaus lets out a happy gasp and easily wraps his legs around Obi-Wan's waist, feeling the shirt ride up around his hips as thighs spread open wide.

"It's a good start," he says in a low voice, resting his small hands at the junctures of Obi-Wan's neck and shoulders, dragging his thumbs across familiar freckles and framing his jaw, tossing his hair over one shoulder. "But I'll have to see what else you have up your sleeve."

Klaus gives him a warm, sensual smile, sliding his hands slowly up the sides of Obi-Wan's face and into his hair, tipping his head back so he can lean in and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.