That single word makes Obi-Wan chuckle low in his throat and he rolls his hips again, his cock moving along Klaus's ass, though he still makes no effort to take himself in hand or guide himself inside of Klaus's body. For now, he's content to simply hold him here with both his hands, with the Force, with the weight of his body, feeling the way Klaus's body trembles within the circle of his arms.

"Adequate," he echoes and then licks a line up the length of Klaus's throat, licking the water from his skin. "Let's see what I can do about that."

Pulling back a little, Obi-Wan tightens the grip he has on Klaus's throat, the Force constricting as he presses the head of his cock against Klaus's ass. He thinks he still needs to be gentle at first, thinking about this morning, about all the wonderful time he had taken with Klaus, but he still doesn't want to rush. He doesn't want to risk hurting him even a little.

Even if some part of Klaus is enjoying the bit of pain that comes with the Force tightening at the base of his throat.