"Right back at you, handsome," Klaus breathes out once the kiss breaks, curling his arms around Obi-Wan as best he can in the position. Obi-Wan's fingers are hooked inside of him, and his bare breast feels cool where the air is hitting Obi-Wan's saliva. He feels like he's buzzing as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, warm and happy and alive.

He kisses Obi-Wan again and reaches down to grab his wrist, slowly pulling Obi's fingers free and lifting them to his mouth. Klaus locks eyes with Obi-Wan as he pulls his fingers into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue. He sucks them clean, bobbing his head a little as if he were sucking cock, and then pulls off of them with a quiet pop, licking his lips as he smiles.

"We need to find somewhere I can take care of this," he whispers as he reaches between Obi-Wan's legs to cup his hard cock, squeezing gently before letting go. Klaus then stands up, top half bare as his dress falls down around his waist, and he lifts his index finger to his lips as he does a little shimmy in Obi-Wan's face. He grabs his coat and pulls it on with his dress as is, and then makes his way down the aisle, hips swaying as he waits for Obi-Wan to follow.