Obi-Wan laughs, hoarse and sated, and presses another kiss to the side of Klaus’s throat. Gently, he eases Klaus back to his feet before he reaches to the side and turns off the spray of water before it gets too cool.

“You know, I think I might be exhausted enough to climb back into bed,” he says with a smile against Klaus’s skin. “How does that sound?”

For an actual nap, he thinks. Even if just for a little while.