Matt, attuned to bodies as he is, takes this all in without realizing it. The information bypasses his conscious mind and settles somewhere in his belly, and all he's really aware of is Obi-Wan's warmth, the pleasant rasp of his beard on Matt's skin. A prickle of something that sits between desire and curiosity.

Matt takes one last step to close the gap between them, bringing their chests flush. (Matt's heart is beating noticeably faster than it was a moment ago.) His lips part to deepen the kiss.

Knock-knock-knock.

"--Mm?"

Oh right, dessert.