All Obi-Wan can do is hum his agreement, Klaus barely giving him a moment to reply, but he figures that sound is enough. And the way he helps Klaus get him out of his sweater, shaking it off his hand impatiently so he can bring both back to Klaus's warm skin, his palms sliding over his back before one tangles in the curls of his hair.

He loves kissing Klaus. The slow movement of their mouths, the slick of Klaus's tongue against his own, that alone is enough that Obi-Wan's cock is already straining at his trousers. He's in no rush, he would very much like to enjoy every moment of this and he sighs into Klaus's mouth, pleased and comfortable and utterly content.

"We should go into the bedroom," he suggests with a nudge of his nose against Klaus's cheek, the kiss having broken off briefly. "I'd rather be with you properly, I think, than trying to work out how to find more room on the couch."