"Anything," he pants out, feeling his eyes roll back as Obi-Wan's teeth press into his skin. That sharp sting makes him feel a small rush of adrenaline which only makes the pleasure that much stronger, and he lets out a gasp when suddenly he's turned around, tits pressed to the cool tile. This is exactly what he wanted, exactly, and his thighs tremble as his hands move of their own accord, pinned to the tile by an invisible force.

"Fuck." Klaus bites his lip and shifts his hips so that his ass is tilted up, shamelessly wanting, and he turns to try and look at Obi-Wan over his shoulder, blinking water out of his eyes and giving the man a challenging grin. "Are you going to take it, old man?"