"Oh, I would be happy do," Obi-Wan answers, still holding Klaus by the hips. With another flash of a smile, he puts his hands on Klaus's thighs instead, unwrapping his legs from around his waist and then, using both his hands and a bit of the Force, Obi-Wan turns Klaus around so he's facing the edge of the pond. The water is still cool around them, but he's grown used to it, finds the cool water lapping around his chest quite pleasurable, especially as he presses himself against the warm length of Klaus's back.

"How's this?" he asks, the grip at the base of Klaus's throat returning. Once more, he doesn't squeeze, just lays a weight there, a sort of pressure, almost like a hand and yet not quite.

His hips roll, the heavy weight of his cock sliding along the cleft of Klaus's ass, and he presses a kiss to Klaus's shoulder, nuzzling against his skin.