Klaus’s nipples have always been sensitive, but in this body they seem to be a bit of a hair trigger. Obi-Wan’s fingers pinch at his nipple and Klaus’s breath hitches, thighs clenching again.

Obi’s arm is curled around his shoulders, hand on his breast, and Klaus lets out a content sigh as he tips his head over onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder, still keeping his eyes on the screen as his hand slides slowly up and down the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh.

It’s a perfect moment, warm and playful and sexy, and he bites back a quiet gasp as those clever fingers pinch at the tight bud of his nipple. His hand lifts the fabric enough that he can feel cool air against his spit-slick skin, and he smiles as he uncrosses his legs to rest both feet on the floor.

“I’d pay double,” he says breathily, even though he’s almost forgotten that there is a movie even playing, for all he’s paying attention to it.