Once they're pressed together skin to skin, Klaus wriggles happily and deepens the kiss, dragging his nails lightly through Obi-Wan's thick beard. He can feel the press of Obi's cock through his pants and Klaus hums in approval, wrapping his arms loosely around Obi-Wan's neck.

"Then you should carry us to the bedroom," Klaus pants out, grinning and nipping at Obi-Wan's neck, wanting very much to be carried. "You know I like it when my feet don't touch the ground."

Letting out another amused breath, he shifts his head to the other side of Obi-Wan's neck, holding him still as he sucks and bites a faint purple mark just below his beard.