It feels like there multiple people holding him down, and maybe that shouldn't make Klaus even more turned on, fantasies running wild, but he's long since given up being conventional. The many hands, the wet tiles and patter of water against his hip, Obi-Wan's beard rough against his shoulder, teeth against his skin. Klaus feels a little like he might burn up with how hot it all is, and that's before Obi-Wan suddenly plunges his cock right into the center of that molten heat.

Klaus cries out loudly, hips jerking as pleasure tears through him. He still isn't used to how Obi-Wan's cock feels in this body, in his wonderful, tight little cunt. He's big and thick and Klaus can't even tell if he's come again or if he's just hanging there at the edge of it, stuck at the heights of pleasure.

He feels weightless, and he just knows that he'd be floating if Obi-Wan wasn't holding him down.