Obi-Wan makes a soft humming noise, the muscles of his thighs tensing briefly as Klaus shifts and he slips out of him. It is so terribly intimate and even the loss of the tight heat of Klaus's body around him makes Obi-Wan feel deeply warm and content, the knowledge of what had come before shivering through him as almost a physical sensation.

"I do my very best," he answers, turning onto his side so he can face Klaus. He reaches across the minimal space between them and brushes the pad of his thumb against Klaus's lower lip, then the facial hair just below his lip, down toward his chin. His thumb glides under Klaus's jaw, over the throat, just touching. Just because he can.

"Sit up, then," he encourages after a moment, leaning forward to press a firm kiss against Klaus's mouth. He sits up himself, moving back against the headboard, spreading his thighs to Klaus can sit between them. "Back to me. Come on."