“Perhaps I have other destinations in mind at the moment,” Obi-Wan answers, keeping himself lower on the mattress. He pushes aside the shirt just slightly, enough that he can press his lips to Klaus’s belly, to the dark lines of his tattoo. Both his hands slide under the material of the shirt and find Klaus’s hips.

He’s usually quite narrow, strong but slim, and now his hips are curvier. There’s a bit more of a swell to them and Obi-Wan shifts his attention to one, kissing the soft skin that sits over his hipbone.

“Unless you’d rather I not,” he teases, turning his head slightly so he can look up the length of Klaus’s body.