It’s difficult to keep quiet, but they’re doing a good job, he thinks. Obi-Wan muffles his moans against Klaus’s mouth, shaking with pleasure, and he knows he doesn’t need to hold himself back, he knows Klaus isn’t expecting him to last long, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to. Since the second Klaus began to properly flirt with him inside the theatre, he’s felt on edge, wonderfully on edge.

Klaus always does this to him.

He shivers and moans again, then nips at Klaus’s lower lip before kissing him again. His hips snap forward, again and then again, before he comes with a shuddering gasp into Klaus’s mouth. He buries himself inside of Klaus, braces himself against the wall, one hand still holding Klaus’s thigh.