"Flatterer," Klaus replies, warm and fond, just before their mouths meet and Klaus parts his lips for Obi-Wan's tongue. It's a dizzying kiss, as so many of them with Obi-Wan often are. For so much of his life, kissing was just a fun precursor to a main event, one that he could take or leave, honestly.

But kissing is so much different when it's someone that you care about, he's realized. He could kiss Obi-Wan for hours with no other goal in mind. Being kissed by him is an event all its own, one that Klaus never seems to get enough of, no matter where it leads. It's more than just the deep, drugging kisses that Klaus loves. Being kissed so casually is still something so novel to him. Kisses hello, kisses goodbye, kisses just because. Kisses to his cheeks, to his neck, to the top of his shoulders while he's making coffee in the mornings. He cherishes each and every one.

Obi-Wan's hand drags along his cock in an unhurried sort of way, and Klaus feels no need to rush him. As much as he's looking forward to what they're going to do tonight, this thing that Klaus will do for the first time in his life, he knows that they have all night to get there, and he will enjoy every single second of the journey.

"We'll have to record ourselves for real sometime," Klaus murmurs against Obi-Wan's jaw, breath hitching as his hands slide under Obi-Wan's shirt, feeling the muscles in his back flex against Klaus's palms. He's grinning, only half-teasing, and he lets out a quiet groan as his cock twitches, leaking eagerly and slicking the way for Obi-Wan's palm. "And we could watch it together."