Once he has his wits a little more about him, Klaus leans forward to brace himself against the edge of the pond, locking one arm and then crying out softly when Obi-Wan drags their bodies close and pulses inside of him. Klaus can feel each little jerk of his body, every pant against his ear, and he revels in all of it, endlessly pleased at how well they move together.

"Fuck, we're good at this," Klaus rasps out, moving his ass in a slow, easy figure eight sort of motion as his head tips back against Obi-Wan's shoulder. They're both a little unsteady, and Klaus puts his other hand on Obi-Wan's forearm where it's wrapped around him.

"How about we get out and find a nice shady spot to spread that blanket out in, huh?" He kisses Obi-Wan's jaw, feeling the soft rasp of beard against his lips. "Doze a bit, commune with nature."