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"I would have fucked you on the ice," Klaus admits breathlessly, reaching up to cup Obi-Wan's jaw in his hands. He isn't even sure that he's exaggerating, because he always feels a bit desperate for Obi-Wan. The hunger he feels can never quite be satisfied, and it only seems to be growing.

He's only felt desire like this once before, and even then, it wasn't quite the same. With Dave, he never got the chance to truly whet his appetite like he has with Obi-Wan. He and Dave had a different sort of desperation to contend with-- to not be caught, to stay alive. That was always there, coloring their times together, but it's absent here. He feels a brief flare of guilt for being relieved about that, but it's true.

Obi's clever fingers slide up the insides of his thighs and Klaus shivers, leaning in closer and kissing him again before tugging one of Obi's hands out of his skirt to lift it to his side instead.

"Will you unzip me?" He murmurs between kisses, because he doesn't want this time to be as rushed as the last. As desperate as he feels, he still wants them skin to skin for this.

Obi-Wan smiles against Klaus's mouth as they're kissing and he slips his hand from Klaus's side around to his back, feeling for the start of the zipper up under the hair that has since falling down around his shoulders. When his fingers find it, he tugs gently, letting the zipper come down bit by bit, not wanting to tear the delicate material of the lovely top Klaus is wearing this evening.

With the sides of the shirt parted, he presses his palm against Klaus's back, his fingers a little cold from having been outside, Klaus's skin warm against his palm. His other hand slides higher, over Klaus's hip, then around to the swell of his ass. Once again -- over and over, he knows -- the lack of any undergarments makes him shiver with anticipation.

It feels daring, being completely bare beneath the skirt. Very daring, indeed. Obi-Wan thinks it's brave and clever and it makes his cock ache with desire.

"You're incredible," he murmurs into a kiss, laughing softly. "Stars, just so incredible."

The cool press of Obi-Wan's fingers makes him shiver, both from the chill and anticipation, and he leans back to tug the shirt from his arms and let it drop to the floor next to the bed, and then cups Obi's jaw to bring him in for another thorough kiss.

His hands reach down to find the hem of Obi's shirt and he tugs it up until Obi lifts his arms, mouths only parting long enough for Klaus to remove the shirt and toss it aside. Obi's jacket is at the end of the bed and Klaus reaches for it as they kiss, fumbling out another condom and raising up onto his knees.

"I need you," Klaus pants out, reaching down to undo the clasp of Obi-Wan's slacks, unzipping them and pushing them and his underwear down once Obi lifts his hips. They're still around his thighs, but Klaus can't wait. He tears open the condom and reaches under his skirt to roll it onto Obi's cock, following with a single stroke with a hand slick from lube before he's positioning himself, feeling almost frenzied as he sinks down onto Obi-Wan's cock.

The sensation makes him gasp against Obi-Wan's mouth, biting at his bottom lip as he curls his arms around Obi's shoulders and starts to move, thighs flexing as he lifts himself and sinks back down, whimpering as he presses their foreheads together. Having Obi-Wan inside of him is a pleasure unlike any other, and Klaus swallows hard as he realizes that what he said was entirely true. "I need you."

Obi-Wan doesn't think anyone has ever said that to him before. Not in such a way, not with such desire. Perhaps he's been needed in the past, in a war room, on the battlefield, but not like this, and he moans as Klaus sinks down onto his cock, the material of the skirt pooled around them, laying across his hips almost as if he's the one wearing it.

"Yes," he breathes into Klaus's mouth, both his hands under the skirt again, both curving over Klaus's hips to help guide his rhythm. He digs his heels into the mattress, pushing his hips up, moving with Klaus and thrusting up into him every time he sinks back down. He shifts his grip, lets go of Klaus's hip on one side and wraps long fingers around his cock instead, stroking almost lazily as they move together.

"Yes, Klaus," he murmurs pressing into a kiss, panting against his lips, licking into his mouth with another low moan.

He's never thought of himself in terms of need. Never in terms of needing another person. Jedi aren't meant to need such attachment, only the barest necessities. Food, water, sleep, and sometimes not even those things. Now isn't the time for him to explore what he thinks of that, what he thinks of need and desire, because all he knows is that he wants this. He wants Klaus.

When this started, they weren't supposed to need each other. They weren't supposed to care so much. It was supposed to be a casual arrangement, something that either of them could easily walk away from. That's what Klaus wanted. At least, that's what he told himself he wanted. That's what was safe.

But instead this happened, the two of them tumbling into something familiar yet brand new all at once. Neither of them are alone in any of it, and sometimes Klaus is so terrified of this thing he can't seem to control, terrified for the future for as much as he wanted to live in the moment, but he knows that he can't give this up. He doesn't want to change himself either, and he thinks that Obi-Wan understands that.

He wants Klaus just as he is, every fucked up, damaged bit of him, and Klaus wants him just the same. Maybe they can be together like this, just as they are, without fitting themselves into a little box of expectation. Maybe Klaus can have this without ruining everything.

Obi's hips snap up and the shock of pleasure drags him from his thoughts, and he lets himself exist just in this moment, with Obi's hands on him, curled around him. With Obi's cock inside of him, hitting just right over and over. Klaus frames Obi's jaw in his hands, kissing him deeply and whimpering into his mouth as he bounces on Obi's cock, feeling himself draw closer and closer to that edge of pleasure.

It takes great effort, but he pushes himself into a seated position by bracing his hands on Obi's shoulders. With a bit of fumbling, he manages to unzip the zipper at his hip and bunch the skirt in his hands so he can pull it over his head, tossing it aside with the rest of their clothes. Now that he's finally naked, he stays upright and bounces a little faster on Obi's cock, staring down at him with pupils blown wide.

Though Klaus is now further away, the way he's sitting gives Obi-Wan a wonderful view of him and he simply stares, watching the way the muscles of Klaus's thighs shift and move under his skin with every bounce, the sight of his cock within the circle of Obi-Wan's fingers. The way the soft skin of his shaft moves with every stroke. The black ink on his skin, the light reflecting off the dog tags around his neck, the dark of his eyes, his pupils wide.

He's a beautiful man. Inside and out. Obi-Wan knows he's lucky to have been chosen by Klaus in this way, even if Klaus doesn't believe it. Perhaps one day he will. That, Obi-Wan thinks, would be a wonderful gift, to be part of Klaus realizing he's so much better than he believes.

Obi-Wan twists his hand around Klaus's cock, tightening his grip a little, quickening his pace as he gasps. He's not going to last as long as he would like, even if he could push it back a little further. Being in the moment is much more important and that includes letting himself go, being here with Klaus in every second of this.

"I want you to come on me," he murmurs. "Stars, Klaus, I want to see you."

"Fuck." Obi-Wan isn't the most vocal in bed, at least not how Klaus is, so every comment, request, or command goes straight to Klaus's cock, especially one as beautifully filthy as that. It's the way that Obi says his name that finally tips Klaus over the edge, and he leans forward to brace his hands on Obi's shoulders as he comes with a loud, drawn out cry, hips jerking as he comes across Obi-Wan's chest just as he was asked.

Obi fucks him through the aftershocks and Klaus whimpers at the sustained pleasure, breathing in deep as he finds it in him to move his hips again, rocking back to meet each thrust. One hand slides from Obi's shoulder to rest on the bed next to his head instead, and then he uses the other to slide his index finger through the mess on Obi's chest, gathering his come on the pad of his finger before reaching up to slide it into Obi's mouth, pressing it against his tongue.

"Your turn," he pants out, pulling his finger free to lean down and give Obi a deep, passionate kiss, tongue sweeping out to taste himself as he starts to rock his hips a little faster, trying to draw Obi's orgasm out of him.

Klaus comes on his chest, just as he wants, and Obi-Wan feels the warm spatter as he moans again as well, thrusting up deeper into Klaus at the same time. His cheeks hollow as he sucks Klaus's finger clean, tasting the saltiness of Klaus's semen on his skin and he moans softly around Klaus's finger before it's suddenly replaced with his mouth instead.

His turn.

It isn't even entirely an order, just two simple words and Obi-Wan can feel the pleasure building inside of him. At the base of his spine. All through his groin, heat and pleasure build and build, reaching a peak before he's even entirely prepared for it. Klaus's tongue is in his mouth and he can taste the drink he'd had earlier, before the ice, the hint of alcohol still on his lips.

Somehow, that's the thing that does it. It feels so deeply intimate, knowing what Klaus was drinking earlier, being able to taste it, and Obi-Wan is coming very suddenly, a harsh cry spilling out against Klaus's lips as his hips thrust up one final time.

When Obi-Wan comes, Klaus clutches at the side of his face with a whimper, drinking the cries of pleasure spilling from Obi's mouth as he grinds down against Obi's cock, taking it as deeply as he can as it pulses inside of him. They share another kiss, messy and uncoordinated, and Klaus lets out a happy exhalation of breath as he lets himself collapse on top of Obi's body.

"Wow." He chuckles breathlessly as he rests his forehead against Obi's jaw, sliding one hand along the satin surface of the duvet. He turns to glance at the decorative pillows at the head of it, because they've collapsed sideways across it. "Well, we made it to the bed, technically."

Laughing, he lifts his head and cups Obi's chin, drawing him in for another sweet kiss.

"Oh, we didn't need the pillows for this," Obi-Wan replies with a breathless laugh as the grip he has on Klaus's hips slowly eases. His palms slide over Klaus's sweat damp skin, along his back, fingers burying themselves in his curls as they kiss. His heart is still beating hard in his chest and he realizes a moment later his trousers are still around his knees, drawing another laugh out of him.

"Technically made it to the bed and technically got undressed," he says on an exhale, relaxing down on the bed and looking up at Klaus with a smile. "Well, you got entirely undressed, at least, but I'm still trapped in my trousers."

Not that he minds at all, sweaty and sated and pleasantly exhausted, at least for the moment.

"We're so good at this," Klaus says with a laugh, leaving himself sprawled on top of Obi until his cock starts to go soft, and Klaus's thigh starts to cramp. He pulls himself off with a small wince at the sudden emptiness he feels, and then slides back off the bed onto unsteady feet.

After carefully removing the condom, he ties it off and tosses it into a small trash can near the bed before lifting Obi's foot, taking off his shoe and sock before playfully tugging at his pinky toe. He repeats the process with the other foot and then tugs his pants all the way off before crawling onto the bed on all fours, positioning himself so he can flop onto his back with his head on one of those long round velvet pillows. He's perpendicular to Obi-Wan like this, with the other man's head near his hip.

"I don't want to go back down to the party," he says after a long moment, sinking his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair as he stares up at the ornate ceiling. "I want to stay in here with you."

"I think we may have to leave eventually, but I doubt we'll be kicked out any time soon," Obi-Wan answers, feeling utterly luxurious now that Klaus has completely undressed him, lying naked on the soft covers of the bed in a home that looks unlike any place he's ever had for himself.

It doesn't suit him, such luxury, not in the long term. For the moment it's a bit of fun, but he knows they'll be leaving eventually. Trying to stay in a place like this would make him uncomfortable in the long term, he thinks. It's too much, too big, more than anyone could truly need.

Which is probably why Magnus only throws parties here and doesn't live here.

"We can stay here," he says, twisting his head a little to look at Klaus, smiling at him.

"Eventually," Klaus agrees, giving Obi's hair a playful tug before knocking some of the decorative pillows to the floor and tugging up the duvet to get underneath.

"Come on, get in here with me." He lifts the covers, trying to tug them out from under Obi-Wan. "We can pretend that we're royalty for a bit."

The room is kind of ridiculous, like an elegant chamber from some Victorian castle, and Klaus knows that he could never live in a place like this, not after the cathedral-like halls of the Academy. But for just a little bit, it'd be fun to pretend.

"It is very extravagant, isn't it?" he asks as he smiles and pulls himself into a seated position so he can reach the head of the bed and slip under the covers with Klaus. The sheets are soft, silky, and he settles down beneath them, plumping up a pillow under his head before he turns onto his side and slings an arm over Klaus's chest.

"I've known royalty," he says. "A queen, a duchess, a few princes. I didn't see their bedchambers, though. Not even Satine's."

That would have been highly inappropriate, even though she had technically been the ruler of Mandalore. In theory, she should have been able to do anything she wanted, but even as adults, the moments they had shared had needed to be hidden, where no one would have ever thought to look for them.

"I never saw Dave's, either," Klaus offers, reaching up to rest his hand over Obi's forearm where it's resting across his chest. "Unless you count a pup tent."

Klaus wishes that he could have known Dave outside of war, and he realizes with a slight crease in his brow that he did, sort of. He got to know the boy that would grow up to be the man he loved, resilient and scared and stubborn.

"I tried to save him," he says suddenly, feeling his eyes sting just at the mention of it. This time after sex, when they're cuddled up sweaty and sated, is when he feels the most open and vulnerable, like he could say anything. "When we all went back in time, it was five years before Dave died. He hadn't gone to war yet."

He swallows hard, sliding his hand up and down Obi-Wan's forearm as he stares up at the ceiling, blowing out a shaky breath. "I found him, and I tried to convince him that he didn't need to enlist."

A self-deprecating laugh slips out of him as a tear spills down his temple. He doesn't know where this is coming from, but it just all comes scraping out of him. There's a long, long list of failures in Klaus's life, but this one tops them all. "But I couldn't. I had a chance to save him but I couldn't."

Obi-Wan doesn't know if that's true, that Klaus didn't save Dave. It's impossible to know for certain, he realizes that, short of Dave arriving in Darrow and telling them, and he doesn't want to give Klaus false hope, but even the attempt would have altered the course of the future.

In the galaxy where he's from, time travel isn't possible. If it were, he would have made use of it a long time ago, but he's accepted it is possible where Klaus is from and certainly the idea has been entertained by scientists in his world. There is fiction written on the subject, as well as academic papers, so Obi-Wan isn't entirely without an idea of how it might work.

"You don't know that," he says, shifting so he can better look at Klaus. "In the timeline where he died, he didn't meet you before the war. Perhaps just that moment, just meeting him altered the way things played out. Enlisting is not a death sentence, Klaus. Maybe something you said changed where he was deployed. Or it changed the timing of what killed him and instead it happened fifteen seconds later, when he was no longer there. Even the smallest attempt to change something would ripple out in ways you can't possibly predict."

There is no reason for him to be embarrassed around Obi-Wan, and Klaus knows that, but he can't help the little flicker of it he feels. He has no idea why he said all that, but maybe it's just because he has all of these things bottled up inside of him and he's with someone he trusts, someone who would actually want to listen to him, someone who cares.

Obi-Wan's words get to Klaus, and his brow furrows as he looks over to meet his earnest gaze. He had been so focused on his failure to keep Dave from enlisting at all that he hadn't really thought beyond that, but Obi-Wan makes a good point. Messing with the timeline probably isn't the wisest thing, but they had all done it in their own ways. Maybe Obi-Wan is right. It's not a cause for celebration, because he still doesn't know the outcome, but it is a cause for something that Klaus has felt rarely in his life. Hope.

"I never really thought about it that way," he admits, because he'd been so stuck on his own failure. What's that saying, can't see the forest for the trees? A small, genuine smile spreads across his face, and he reaches up to cup Obi-Wan's chin, thumbing at the curve of bone as he looks him over with an utterly reverent expression. "You're truly amazing."

It's not a guarantee and Obi-Wan would never say as much either, not the sort of man to give false hope, but there is hope. There is always hope. One person can truly change the course of history, as he's learned by now, both in his own experiences and the reports of what came after he arrived in Darrow.

Even in just trying to change that particular moment, Obi-Wan is certain Klaus has changed something. What it may be or how things may have played out, they have no way of knowing, but at least there's a chance. At least there's hope.

He smiles and shakes his head. "I can't take credit for it," he answers. "I'm only telling you what could be possible as someone who looks at it from the outside."

"I'm giving you credit," Klaus says with a fond smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as his fingers slide into the hair at Obi's temple, brushing it back behind his ear. "For giving me hope. I've never had a lot of that."

Obi-Wan didn't give him empty reassurance or meaningless platitudes. He just told the truth, and in doing so, gave Klaus something to think about. No, it doesn't mean that Dave's future is changed for sure. It doesn't mean that he survived the war. It just means that there's a chance, and Klaus can work with that.

"And I do say that you're amazing, my Lord," he says in a haughty sort of tone, dramatically splaying himself on his back and lifting his hand to rest the back of it against his forehead as if swooning. "The greatest lover in all the land."

"The greatest?" Obi-Wan asks, a laugh surprised out of him by Klaus's put-upon accent and the way he falls back against the bed. "You shouldn't tell me such things, it might all go to my head."

Most Jedi aren't arrogant, having trained to understand to let go of their ego, but Obi-Wan is especially disconnected from his ego. Despite what he can do, the way he's been trained, all he's accomplished in his life, he sees it all as having been possible only due to the work of an entire team. His successes are not his alone.

This, though, he might have to take some credit for. There's no one else in the room, after all, except the two of them.

"Well, I think the greatest lover in all the land can only be as good as his partner," he answers, smiling over at Klaus. "So I suppose we'll have to share the title."

"Oh, but you deserve to boast about it, darling," Klaus says in that same accent, waving a hand in the air above them with a flourish. "Take pride in making me come like none have ever before!"

He looks over at Obi-Wan with a laugh, feeling his expression soften into something warm and fond. His heart seems to beat a little faster, in a way that has nothing to do with arousal. It's just him, just Obi, just his smile making Klaus's stomach flutter in a way that finally makes him understand what people mean when they say someone gave them butterflies.

"Well, I can learn to live with that," he says with a long sigh, as if he's giving in to some great demand. Grinning, he pulls Obi-Wan's arm out to the side so that he can shift closer and rest his head in the crook of Obi-Wan's elbow, reaching out to trace random patterns on Obi's chest with the tips of his fingers.

"I'm really glad that you invited me," he says in his regular voice, smiling warmly at him. Klaus's first ever official date was a rousing success. "I had a very good time."

"As did I," Obi-Wan answers, looking up at the ceiling with a pleased smile of his own. Klaus's fingertips are warm against his chest, the patterns he traces against his skin just the faintest bit ticklish, but in an entirely pleasurable way. He feels relaxed and content, once more realizing he's found himself in a position he'd have never been allowed before arriving here.

Perhaps it's only that he wouldn't have allowed it for himself. Or that he would have, had the right person come along. She had, of course, but they'd made a decision not to end his life as a Jedi. Darrow has made that decision for him. He will always be a Jedi, above all else, but the title doesn't mean what it used to. Not here.

So he can be a Jedi and he can be here, too, with Klaus.

"I especially liked the skating," he teases, reaching over with his other hand, fingers stroking through Klaus's hair. "What a wonderful experience that was."

"And to think that I tore you away from it so quickly," Klaus says with a soft grin, because he's sure that Obi-Wan didn't mind. "I'm pretty sure I saw an ice rink downtown. We can skate again before the season ends."

It might even be open year round, but he isn't sure. He'll have to look it up later, but he'd love to again, because it was fun and it made Obi-Wan happy.

"Maybe with less people around, we can work on those lifts," he teases, reaching up to gently twist the end of Obi's mustache between his thumb and forefinger. "I could get a leotard and everything."

"Oh, but I do so like the skirt," Obi-Wan replies, chuckling as Klaus toys with his moustache. "It flows so beautifully on you."

The truth, one he hasn't really investigated too deeply, is that he likes Klaus in anything he wears. Jeans or those leather trousers he has, the skirt, sweatpants when they haven't left the apartment, the pink robe he'd brought over, Obi-Wan's Jedi robes. All of it suits Klaus in one way or another and Obi-Wan becomes aware on a daily basis of how he feels when he sees Klaus.

It doesn't matter what he's wearing. He's always lovely. Whenever Obi-Wan sees him, the clothes are the last place he looks, always first struck by the warmth of Klaus's eyes and the curve of his smile.

"Ah, so you like the skirts," Klaus says happily. He's gotten the sense that perhaps gender norms are not such a thing where Obi-Wan is from, because Klaus's indecisive gender does not seem to be something that Obi-Wan accepts, but something that he doesn't seem to have to ponder at all. It's just who Klaus is, and it's not as if he's ever really cared what people thought of him, at least not enough to change who he is, but it's comforting to know that he doesn't have to worry about with Obi-Wan. There are so many things that Klaus doesn't have to worry about with him.

"I'll have to get more skirts to wear for you," he says as he shifts to straddle Obi's hips under the sheets, sitting up to let the blankets fall down his back as his fingers trail along Obi's chest. He isn't trying to start something up again, at least not yet, but it's so easy to be playful with him. "Maybe a short one that shows off my legs."

His brow quirks, happy and coy, and he leans down to steal another soft kiss. "When I bend over, you could flip it up and give me a nice spanking."