"Hello," Obi-Wan answers with a low laugh, slipping his arms around Klaus, his palms sliding along Klaus's back. While there isn't a moment of being with Klaus he doesn't enjoy, he does have to admit these moments are his favourite, the ones when they're connected so completely, when they can look each other in the eye. Klaus is so close, their foreheads nearly touching, his hair sweeping along Obi-Wan's shoulders, and he smiles and presses up away from the cushions to kiss Klaus once, soft and sweet.

One hand moves up, sliding along Klaus's spine and up the back of his neck to hold on. The other roves down, slipping over the curve of his ass to pull him close, and Obi-Wan's calf hooks around the back of Klaus's thigh.

"This is better," he agrees, breath catching in his throat as Klaus's cock sinks deeper inside. "Stars, Klaus, so much better. I love being able to look at you."