His body is screaming for release but Klaus holds back because he wants to feel more of this perfect moment, so he takes a breath and lets Obi-Wan keep fucking him, stroking him, holding onto him while Klaus's toes slip along the rocks at the bottom of the pond.

He's able to hold back until he hears Obi-Wan's voice in his ear, beard scraping against sensitive skin. Need. He needs Klaus. Oh, he loves to be needed. He loves this man, specifically. He loves, loves, loves, and he takes a deep, ragged breath just in time to feel the grip around his throat suddenly tighten, restricting his airflow without cutting it off, and it's all so much that Klaus lets out a strangled cry and comes hard, sagging back against Obi-Wan's body as his own trembles through each wave of pleasure.

It seems to go on and on, prolonged by that grip around his throat and Obi-Wan's mouth against his ear, his thick cock pressed in hard against his prostate, and for one brief moment, Klaus wonders if maybe this time he'll never come back down. But then he does, gasping as he trembles in Obi-Wan's grip.

"Fuck," he breathes out, swallowing hard as he finally opens his eyes to look up at the tops of the trees and the blue sky beyond.