Obi-Wan grumbles out a half-hearted and silly protest before he kisses Klaus's shoulder once more and then gently eases out of him. His cock has softened a little and he slides free easily, though he wishes he didn't have to. Being inside Klaus is one of the best sensations he's ever had.

He squeezes his arms around Klaus's body once more, then gently pushes off from him, lying back in the water and floating there, his arms spread. The water is cool and growing cooler still, though likely that's just Obi-Wan no longer feeling completely overheated from the delicious friction of Klaus's skin. Still, he feels utterly alive, as if every cell inside of him is awake and aware, and he feels, foolishly, as if he can sense every single one of them. Such a thing isn't truly possible, but he feels this way all the same.

"Alright, my darling, have it your way," he teases as he swims toward the other edge of the pond, still lying on his back. The sun is warming his face, his chest, but as he reaches the edge of the pool, he turns and hoists himself up and out of the water. If he stands there for a moment, letting the water pour off him, allowing Klaus to look, he doesn't think he can be blamed for it.