"I'm just taking it all in," Klaus whispers, smiling as Obi-Wan's lips glide along the soft skin of his throat. Obi's hand glides teasingly over the top of his breast, just along the line of thin fabric without quite dipping beneath, and Klaus clenches his thighs together as he lifts his head to look at the movie.

"So far, these tickets are worth every cent," he murmurs, squeezing at the inside of Obi-Wan's thigh and letting his mouth fall open as Obi-Wan's mouth reaches the sensitive spot just under his ear, the one that makes him shiver in delight.

And then, because he can, he lifts Obi-Wan's hand from his chest to his mouth, dragging his tongue over the pads of them to wet them before he returns Obi-Wan's hand to his chest, sliding the tips if his fingers just under the silky fabric of his dress.