The water is going a bit cool already, Obi-Wan is unaware of how long they've been beneath the spray, how long it had run before they'd even gotten into the shower, but he doesn't care. The cool water feels good against his skin as he presses his teeth against Klaus's shoulder and fucks into him again, a harder thrust this time.

Obi-Wan is prone to taking his time, really enjoying every moment, but this, too, has its appeal. His thrusts are hard and quick, and one hand slips from Klaus's hip to reach around to the front of his body. The water helps slick his way, his palm gliding over Klaus's belly, then lower, between his thighs. With deft fingers, Obi-Wan finds Klaus's clit, rubbing and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, wanting to feel Klaus come again and again.

Already, he's panting harshly against Klaus's skin, but he's a Jedi. He can hold on for as long as he needs.