The joke makes Klaus burst out with breathless laughter, and it's still such a marvel to him that he can feel so good and be so happy all at the same time. He spent so many years chasing more and more pleasure, but this is what gives him an extra rush.

Obi-Wan's head rests on his thigh and Klaus slides one hand back into his hair while throwing his other arm over his head, fingernails raking gently across his scalp as he takes deep breaths. The pleasure settles into a fizzy sensation under his skin, something warm and sated, at least for the moment, and Klaus grins up at the ceiling as he stretches out the leg Obi-Wan isn't laying on.

"That's some skill, Kenobi," he breathes out, warm and fond as he tugs playfully at Obi's hair. "My deepest thanks to all the space ladies who came before me."