There are some, Obi-Wan is sure, who wouldn't like to hear such a thing. It's a tall order, certainly, tasking oneself with making another feel good, with desiring only to bring joy into their life, but Obi-Wan isn't the sort of man to fear such a thing. In fact, tall order or not, he relishes in being able to make Klaus happy. To make him feel good, not only through sex, but through loving him just as he is, seeing the good in him, the great in him, and reminding him of it in whatever way he can.

As Klaus's head tips back against his shoulder, Obi-Wan mouths at his throat, lips sealing around his pulse point where he sucks very gently, then scrapes over his skin with his teeth. He loves feeling that flutter of Klaus's heart, the reminder of how alive they both are.

His thrusts speed up, cock pulling almost entirely out before he pushes back in, and he reaches down in the water, seeking the hard length of Klaus's cock. In the palm of Obi-Wan's hand, Klaus feels impossibly warm, hard and heavy, and it makes him shudder with pleasure as he gives one slow stroke.