"You can have me however you want me," Klaus assures him, laughing softly as Obi-Wan reverses their positions. Maybe there are still stars streaking across the sky, but Klaus wouldn't know. He can't seem to take his eyes off of Obi-Wan's face, or the fond appreciation in his eyes.

Once he's settled on his back, curls spilled across the pillow, Klaus tips his head up and reaches up to rest his hands next to his head, palms up as Obi-Wan takes another photo. The soft glow from the string lights makes his skin look almost golden, and Klaus bites his lip as he puts his hand on his chest, framing a nipple between two fingers as the camera clicks again. The whole thing turns him on more than he expected, and he lets out a pleased hum as he slides his hand down to reach into his leggings, cupping himself beneath the thin fabric as his cock hardens.

"You could take video too, if you wanted," Klaus tells him, smirking as he pushes his leggings down enough to tug his cock free and give it a few slow, lazy strokes. "Do you watch that one I sent you of me touching myself? It wasn't very good." He squeezes himself a little tighter and rocks his hips up with a soft sigh. "You should take a better one."