Obi-Wan sounds tired, but in a good way, a satisfied way, and Klaus can relate to that. He hums in agreement, nodding his head a little as Obi-Wan kisses him. Once he’s sure that his feet will be steady under him, Klaus puts his hands on the tile and slowly pushes back, urging Obi-Wan away from him so he can turn around, looking straight ahead before realizing that he needs to look up to see Obi-Wan’s face.
“I would like that very much,” Klaus says, gentler now that the itch has been scratched. Now, he wants to be held in Obi’s arms, and even though he has a limited time in this body, he can think of nothing else he’d rather do than curl up in their bed and sleep.
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“I would like that very much,” Klaus says, gentler now that the itch has been scratched. Now, he wants to be held in Obi’s arms, and even though he has a limited time in this body, he can think of nothing else he’d rather do than curl up in their bed and sleep.