“Ooh, yes. Very manly,” Klaus teases, nipping at Obi-Wan’s throat and feeling a bit like himself for the first time in weeks. It’s a relief.

He’s expecting Obi-Wan to pick him up gently, sweeping Klaus into his arms like a swooning maiden, but instead he’s hoisted over Obi-Wan’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Klaus lets out a delighted gasp and wriggles his hips as Obi-Wan pats at his ass.

“You brute!” He cries happily, kicking one foot back as he’s carried across the room. “How dare you!”

As he’s carried, Klaus slides one hand down into the waistband of Obi-Wan’s waistband, greedily palming one ass cheek. “Are you going to have your wicked way with me?”