“We already had a happier ending than they did,” Klaus quips as he walks alongside Obi-Wan, hanging onto his arm because his knees are still a little weak. Obi-Wan greets the employees in his gentlemanly way, calm and polite like he didn’t just fail someone in their mop closet, and Klaus gazes up at him adoringly.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” Klaus calls out cheerfully, waving as Obi-Wan opens the door and leads him outside. The cold air is a bit of a shock against his heated skin, and he’s reminded that he isn’t wearing any underwear, and that he’s sticky and wet between his legs, and another flush of arousal tips through him. Wow, this body just can’t get enough.

It doesn’t take long for the car to arrive, and Klaus greets the driver as Obi-Wan slides in next to him. As Obi confirms their address, Klaus takes his hand and places it on his knee, tipping his head over almost innocently onto the man’s shoulder.

Less innocent is the way that he slides Obi-Wan’s hand slowly up the inside of his thigh, up under the silky hem of his dress.

“I hope there isn’t traffic,” he says casually to the driver. “I can’t wait to be home.”