"Then let's see what you've got," Klaus says, a challenge that is immediately answered as he is suddenly and swiftly turned around, faster and with more force than any normal man would be able to manage. But then, Obi-Wan is not a normal man.

Klaus lets out a low curse and lifts his hands to press his palms to the rocky silt at the edge of the pond, fingertips pressing into it as he tips his head back with a groan. Then that invisible touch returns to his throat and Klaus lets out a low, breathless chuckle because it's all so fucking good. He's had so much sex with this man and it just keeps getting better and better and better, completely undermining everything Klaus had ever thought to be true about sex.

"Adequate," he says, as if he's not already rocking his hips back eagerly against Obi-Wan's cock. They had sex this morning, lazy morning sex with lots of lube and fingering, so Klaus knows that Obi-Wan could press into him just like this, and it wouldn't hurt, not even a little. Obi-Wan is surely also aware of this, and a shiver of anticipation zips down his spine, making him quiver in the cradle of Obi-Wan's strong arms.