A smile touches the Jedi’s bearded face as he finishes tying the blindfold. Having only gotten a moment to look at some of Din’s body, which was what he expected of a Mandalorian warrior. The moment reminding him of when they kissed back at camp. Though he didn’t completely trust himself to just keep his eyes closed this time as things would be getting more physical. He wished to respect Din’s creed just as he would want his.

Reaching out, he gently touches the other man’s face. Which felt much the same way it had before. His hands then moving lower, quietly exploring Din’s neck, his shoulders, and chest. Obi-Wan then carefully extracted himself from the other man’s lap, coming to stand before him instead. His hands moving to blindly undo and slip out of his pants.

“I’ll need you to guide me,” he then says. Another scar similar to the one on his arm is visible on his left thigh. A hand eventually going out to the Mandalorian. Yes, he’s putting a lot of trust in him. But as far as he’s concerned he has no reason not to.