Klaus beams through it all, smile wide as he relaxes back against the bed, listening to Obi-Wan's every word. He is no stranger to compliments, but Obi-Wan's are so genuine. He never says anything that he doesn't mean. Hearing them makes him feel a little vulnerable, but he's come to learn that it doesn't always have to be a bad thing.
"So spoiled," he teases again, but there's the slightest tremor in his voice that gives away how affected he is by being seen.
"I want to get one for you," Klaus says suddenly, realizing in the moment just how much he means it. "A tattoo. Mm, something with a constellation," he drawls out dreamily, lifting his feet to rest them on Obi-Wan's shoulders, shivering at the brush of lips and beard against his thighs. "Because when I think of you, I think of the stars."
He lifts his arm to draw an arc in the air above him, still smiling as he rests his palm against the back of Obi-Wan's head. "The sky. Endless possibilities."
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"So spoiled," he teases again, but there's the slightest tremor in his voice that gives away how affected he is by being seen.
"I want to get one for you," Klaus says suddenly, realizing in the moment just how much he means it. "A tattoo. Mm, something with a constellation," he drawls out dreamily, lifting his feet to rest them on Obi-Wan's shoulders, shivering at the brush of lips and beard against his thighs. "Because when I think of you, I think of the stars."
He lifts his arm to draw an arc in the air above him, still smiling as he rests his palm against the back of Obi-Wan's head. "The sky. Endless possibilities."