The comment makes Klaus laugh, and he smiles at the kiss to his head. Sometimes it feels like it's only with Obi-Wan that he's his truest self. He doesn't have to put his armor up, doesn't have to protect himself with barbs and sarcasm. He can be this person who loves being held and kissed, who can be open and soft, and it's okay.
Being with Obi-Wan doesn't make him a different person, just a better version of himself. He likes this better version.
"Well, luckily I know this hot Jedi who would protect me," Klaus teases, watching another light streak across the sky before turning his body until he can sling his leg over Obi-Wan's, planting his knees in the mattress until he's straddling him. He sits up and rests his hands on Obi-Wan's chest, smiling down at him as his fingers hook into the neck of his shirt.
He might be missing a bit of the meteor shower, but this view is just as good.
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Being with Obi-Wan doesn't make him a different person, just a better version of himself. He likes this better version.
"Well, luckily I know this hot Jedi who would protect me," Klaus teases, watching another light streak across the sky before turning his body until he can sling his leg over Obi-Wan's, planting his knees in the mattress until he's straddling him. He sits up and rests his hands on Obi-Wan's chest, smiling down at him as his fingers hook into the neck of his shirt.
He might be missing a bit of the meteor shower, but this view is just as good.