Klaus drifts in the middle of the pond, easily treading water as he finishes watching Obi-Wan undress and then follow the same path Klaus had taken up to the rock, naked and confident. His skin practically glows in the warm light, golden and soft, and Klaus stares at him, taking in his wide broad, freckled shoulders and trim waist, the hair on his chest an the narrow trail of it that leads down to his cock, soft and uncut and perfect where it's nestled in a thatch of curls. Strong thighs, tapered calves, delicate ankles. He is so beautiful, all of him, like he was made for the sun.

The cool water laps around Klaus's shoulders as the sun warms his face and he takes in the excellent view before him, and he wonders if he has ever felt so at peace in his entire life. No, he doesn't think that he has. This is something entirely new.

Obi-Wan dives into the water and Klaus can't help but to smirk at the graceful way he cuts into it, barely making a splash at all before he resurfaces, hair and beard slick with water as he turns to find Klaus waiting for him.

"Yeah, but it's nice after the walk," Klaus tells him, propelling himself forward a bit until they're nearly touching under the water. "God, I do love to look at you."