The words about the camera startle a laugh out of Obi-Wan, even as he thrusts into Klaus again, holding one of his thighs as he reaches for the vibrating toy with the other. It’s not an entirely unfamiliar device, though not something he’s used open. He knows well enough what Klaus wants to do with it now.

These things they’re doing together, they’re not things that would have occurred to Obi-Wan when he was in a similar body. He’s left wondering now how it feels.

“Do you want this?” he asks in a rough voice, lifting the vibrator and dragging the tip of it down Klaus’s stomach. At the same time, he manages a particularly well angled thrust and he shivers, breathing harder. Sweat is beaded on his skin, but he holds himself back, waiting for that answer.