"You know I go both ways, clearly," Chase murmurs, giving him (or her?) a fond smile even as he buries that smile into a kiss to avoid allowing himself to look a little too fond. He slides in a little closer to Obi-Wan and groans when it feels like bliss as he slides into that warm, inviting heat, letting out a mild sob for the pleasure of it all.

"God," he gets out, blasphemously and not minding a bit.