"You look incredible," Obi-Wan answers in a low voice. He knows he won't have patience for this much longer, only having the use of one hand, looking at Klaus through the camera on his phone rather than directly at him. When he thinks about taking pictures, he realizes he would like some after, damp curls stuck to Klaus's skin, a sheen of sweat making him glow. As much as he loves Klaus like this, needing him, wanting him, he loves seeing Klaus after, too, when he's relaxed and sated and when they look at each other like they know some kind of secret no one else knows.

With his thumb, he hits the button to stop recording, then drops his phone on the mattress and gently nudges it until it's out of the way.

"You're always incredible," he points out with a grin, leaning over Klaus to kiss him, tongue sweeping into his mouth, making sure Klaus can feel just how much Obi-Wan appreciates everything about him in that kiss. His hand moves slowly, stroking Klaus without real intention yet, feeling a little lazy in the most wonderful way. As if they can take all the time in the world, locked away in their private little world up on the roof. The world Klaus created for them.