“Klaus,” Obi-Wan says breathlessly, steadying himself against the wall of the elevator when it suddenly shudders to a stop. He can’t pretend to be entirely surprised, it’s hardly the first time they’ve engaged in such things in public, but all the same, it’s the touch, the desire that runs through him.

“Always?” he asks, laughing, still breathless. His fingers twine in Klaus’s hair, his thumb smoothing over his cheek at the same time. “All the time we’ve known one another? And we’re only getting around to it now?”

He’s teasing, shivering slightly from anticipation, and he knows they ought not to, someone might need the elevator, yet he doesn’t make any attempt to stop Klaus.