“Oh yeah? You don’t like the teasing?” Klaus asks happily, thrilled by the information. He grins as he walks backwards toward the shower, grabbing at Obi-Wan’s hips. “Having your perfect composure threatened?”


Obi-Wan keeps pushing until Klaus has no choice but to step back into the tub, feeling warm water hit his shoulders as he slides his hands up to tickle at Obi-Wan’s armpits, beaming as he tries to get a rise out of him.

“I’ll have to make a note to turn you on in public more often,” he says with promise in his voice, tipping his head back to soak his hair, water running down his shoulders and over his breasts, which brush tantalizingly against Obi-Wan’s chest. “Mm, it’d be even easier for you to fuck me somewhere while I’m like this. I could get a cute little dress.”