Obi-Wan feels his own body shivering with the pleasure of it all, with knowing what he's done to Klaus, feeling the impact of it on his face, on his beard. He's going to need a kriffing shower after this and he laughs just as Klaus finally pushes his face away. He obeys, knowing not to overstimulate a person who has requested otherwise, and then he lifts one hand to wipe his beard, his face.

"You and I both," he teases when Klaus claims he needs to breath. Obi-Wan tilts his head, laying his temple upon Klaus's inner thigh, content to rest right there, at least for a moment. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the room, the feeling of Klaus so close, so warm, so content.

So very loved.