Klaus should know he never needs to ask for such a thing more than once and before the words are even entirely out of his mouth, Obi-Wan is hovering over him, capturing his mouth in a kiss. He tastes of chocolate, with just a hint of alcohol, and Obi-Wan realizes he can't even remember what they had done with their drinks in their haste to get back here. For all he knows, their empty glasses are rolling around in the footwells of the car that had drive them.

He also doesn't particularly care. Not right now. Not while he's pushing up the lace of Klaus's shirt, pressing kisses against his warm, smooth skin, his lips tracing a path along his ribs. He lets out a shaking exhale, overcome with want, as he urges Klaus to take off the top.

At the same time, one hand slides beneath the skirt, his palm gliding over Klaus's knee, then his thigh, up toward his hip where he can already feel the heat of Klaus's cock without even touching him.