It takes them a few moments, not entirely frantic but certainly uncoordinated enough, but then Obi-Wan has disrobed completely. Klaus’s skin against his is hot, fiery even, and he moans as they kiss. With one hand, Obi-Wan reaches out, and with a bit of focus, their bottle of lubricant flies into his hand.

Hardly what he was trained for, but he can’t be expected not to use the Force in a moment like this.

He sits back after one more kiss, shifting between Klaus’s thighs so he can open the lubricant, spilling some into his hand. While he’s not an impatient man, Obi-Wan’s hand is shaking slightly as he slicks his cock, then leans over Klaus once more.

“Stars,” he murmurs, lips moving across Klaus’s jaw, his throat, as he nudges the head of his cock against Klaus’s hole.