Klaus stays quiet as Obi-Wan circles him, staring at his face and his eyes, cool and bright under the lights. The attention makes heat flare between his legs, and his breath hitches as Obi-Wan's hands rest on his hips. It's almost incredible how such simple touches can still get him so worked up after so long, but they do. Obi-Wan makes feel more alive every single day.

When Obi-Wan sinks down behind him, Klaus resists the urge to twist back and look at him. Instead he takes a shaking breath and nods at the command, squeezing his thighs together to ease the pressure before spreading them a little.

"A thorough inspection then," he purrs out, biting his lip as Obi-Wan's big hands rest on the round curve of his ass. Klaus tosses his hair over one shoulder and locks his knees to bend at the waist as seductively as he can manage. "Yes, sir."