“I always look very fetching,” Klaus teases as Obi-Wan takes his hands. They’re so much smaller than Obi’s now. All of him is so much smaller, and that’s what makes it so much hotter when Obi suddenly presses Klaus’s hands above his head, pinning them to the cool tile.

He gasps and tips his head back against the tile, biting his bottom lip as Obi-Wan looks him over.

“Purple it is,” Klaus breathes out, lifting one foot to slide his toes along the outside of Obi-Wan’s calf. “You can have anything you’d like.”