By the time Obi-Wan comes inside of him, Klaus feels a little as if he's been hollowed out, nerve endings scraped raw. He's panting with one cheek pressed to the warm tile, unable to tell the difference between his sweat and the water and the the fluid that gushed out of him as he came over and over.

His skin feels like it's buzzing, and for a long moment all he can do is try to stay afloat, waiting for the static between his ears to subside.

"Oh my God," he finally croaks out, chest heaving as he stretches his arms up over his head, back arching as he nudges his ass back into the cradle of Obi-Wan's hips. "You are the master."