"Ah, to build the anticipation," Klaus breathes out in a casual tone, as if Klaus calling him darling like that doesn't make him shiver all over, even without the touch to his throat. "Of course."

He didn't expect this when they walked out here this morning, but that's the thing about him and Obi-Wan-- it's never boring. It should be absurd that after all this time, Obi-Wan can still make the breath catch in Klaus's throat with just a look, or that a touch of his could make him tremble like he's never been touched by anyone. It should be impossible but it isn't, because they work so well together. Every encounter feels familiar and brand new all at once, and it's exactly what Klaus never knew he needed so much.

"We do have all day," he says, but the last word is a little strangled by the way the grip around his throat tightens. Klaus gasps, eyes rolling back a little as his hips twitch against Obi-Wan's, pleasure jolting through him. He knows that he isn't in any danger here with Obi-Wan, out here in the middle of nowhere, half-submerged in water with an invisible hand around his throat. It flirts with danger while being entirely safe, and maybe that's why he lets out a moan that's can only be described as slutty.

He would let Obi-Wan do anything to him, absolutely anything, because he knows that he'll always be safe.