Their mouths meet and Klaus hums into the kiss, smiling as Obi-Wan rocks his hips and sends another spark of pleasure up his spine. He puts his hand over Obi's on his chest, squeezing a little as he kisses the corner of Obi's mouth, the tip of his nose, the curve of his cheek.

"Music basically got me through my teenage years," Klaus admits, gripping the back of Obi's neck with his other hand and then sliding it slowly down his spine to grab at his ass, rocking his hips up a little and letting out a content sigh as his own cock twitches where it's pinned between their bellies.

"I'm not the best at saying what I'm feeling all the time, if you haven't noticed," he says, smiling and kissing Obi-Wan again, nipping softly at his bottom lip. "So I'm grateful for all those far more eloquent than me."