“Sounds like we’re on the same page,” Klaus says with a smile, sliding his hands up Obi-Wan’s back and dragging his shirt up. He pauses before pulling it up and off, only because Obi-Wan kisses a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. That, along with Obi-Wan’s thumb on his nipple, which is still a little raw from being toyed with at the theater. It only heightens the sensation now, and Klaus lets out a little whimper as his toes curl.

“Your mouth is insane,” he murmurs, laughing a little as he finally pulls Obi-Wan’s shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Their bodies press together and Klaus hums, wrapping his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist, heels tugging at his jeans. “All of you is so hot.”

He chuckles again and lifts his hands to cup Obi-Wan’s face, pulling him into a firm kiss.