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The words bring a helpless smile to Klaus's face, because he knows that Obi-Wan means it. Obi-Wan means everything that he says, and it's still something that Klaus is getting used to. What Klaus is used to is fast-talking people, people who will say anything to get what they want, whether it be sex or another hit, or anything else. Klaus is one of those people when it suits him to be, but never with Obi-Wan.

It hits him at the at moment that he's never lied to Obi-Wan. He's joked and teased and maybe changed the subject when it's something that he isn't ready to talk about, but he's never lied. He's not sure that there is any other person that he's never lied to.

The slap tears him from his thoughts and makes him gasp against Obi's mouth, eyes widening with interest as he stares down at Obi-Wan, lips parting with a sly smile. "Kind of like that."

"Ah, good," Obi-Wan says, as if he's just achieved some great accomplishment and is deeply pleased with himself. He is, truly, but he's also playing it up just for the sake of it. "I just wanted to make sure I was doing things properly. The way you like them."

With a smile, he returns both hands to Klaus's hips, holding onto him gently as he says, "Now I know. For when you get your skirt, of course, not a moment before."

They both know Obi-Wan would happily do anything Klaus asked of him, willing to try new things just to see if he likes them, because otherwise he'll never known. If Klaus asked him to turn him over right now, Obi-Wan would do it. To make Klaus happy.

"If you were doing it properly, you'd do it harder," Klaus volleys back, leaning in to pull Obi's lower lip between his teeth, tugging playfully as his hips tilt up. Not a moment before, he says, and Klaus groans with Obi's lip still between his teeth, biting down and then licking away the sting.

"You're going to be a tease then," he says, though he's only joking. If he asked Obi-Wan to spank him right now, the man surely would do it. Klaus is sure that Obi-Wan would most anything if Klaus asked, and realizing that he has that power is a little terrifying. And it certainly isn't something that he ever wants to exploit or take advantage of.

Besides, Klaus wants Obi-Wan to spank him because he wants to, not just because Klaus asked him to.

"Mm, maybe we can make a game out of it," Klaus says against Obi's mouth, sliding his hands along his sides. "Like I've done something very naughty, and I need to be punished."

He sits up with a playful pout on his face, sliding his hands down Obi's chest and letting his nails dig just barely into his skin, enough for him to feel it but not hard enough to leave a mark. "And I'd do just anything to get back into your good graces, sir."

Even as a much younger man, Obi-Wan has been a voracious reader, wanting learn as much as he possibly could, and there was no limit to what he would read if he could lay his hands on it. This includes academic information on sexuality, both human and that of other races on other planets.

He's read far more than he's experienced and he knows enough about different interests people have, how pain can be pleasurable, how playing different roles sometimes adds excitement. The way Klaus speaks now makes Obi-Wan grin, though he does his best to school his expression to a calm sort of indifference.

That would be the proper role, after all.

"Is that so?" he asks. "Anything at all?"

When Obi-Wan's expression shifts into something like a cool indifference, Klaus's smile widens a little. Every single challenge that Klaus has thrown to Obi-Wan in bed, he's risen to meet spectacularly. Klaus has to wonder if after years and years, he's finally found his match in the bedroom.

He bites his lip and then schools his own expression into a coy sort of pout, lashes fluttering as his hands move to rest on his own thighs.

"Yes, sir. Anything," he breathes out, playing along with this fun little game. They can't get into anything serious, not here where they don't have the time, but they can play around a little, just to test the waters. "Even if it means you putting me over your knee."

Obi-Wan almost asks if that is what Klaus would like before remembering such a game isn't meant to be about what he likes or doesn't like, even if it's clear to them both that he would.

"Get off me then," he says as he pushes himself up into a seated position. He voice is firm, but the hands he smooths over Klaus's hips are gentle, and try as he might, he can't entirely do away with the smile that twitches the corners of his moustache just slightly.

While not a man who especially likes violence, Obi-Wan knows this is entirely different. The intent may still be to cause pain, but with consent, with pleasure, and there is no violence in either of their hearts when it comes to being together.

"Then turn around," he orders. "And put yourself across my knees."

Even though Klaus has been hoping for it, he's still a little surprised by how quickly Obi-Wan rises to the occasion. He thought that he was sated for the moment, but blood rushes southward so fast that he gets a head rush, lips parting as his breath hitches.

He's been in situations like this before, sort of. When he's played around with this, it's been discussed beforehand, with a lead up that was almost clinical. This is different, because there is tenderness there. Obi-Wan actually cares about him, wants him to feel good beyond their one scene together, and Klaus finds that he likes that very much.

"Yes, sir," he says again, trying to keep his expression schooled even though his eyes are wide and excited. He's suddenly breathless with want, chest heaving with a shuddering breath as moves onto his hands and knees, shifting to put himself across Obi's lap and settling down on top of him, ass tilted over Obi's thighs.

"Like this?" He asks breathlessly, crossing his arms to rest his cheek on them, relaxing into the position as anticipation builds. He knows that Obi-Wan doesn't want to hurt him, but Klaus doesn't consider this hurting. This is just another way of taking care of Klaus, giving him something he needs for reasons he can't entirely explain.

And afterward, when Klaus's head is clear and he's riding the high of orgasm, he won't be turned out on his own. He'll be wrapped up in strong arms. He'll be kissed and held and cared for, and that just makes Klaus want it even more.

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It's astonishing, just how good it feels as Klaus stretches out across his lap, settled skin on skin. It's intimate and puts Klaus in a vulnerable position, one Obi-Wan would never take advantage of, and there's something about that knowledge, both that he's being trusted with this and that he trusts Klaus to tell him if something becomes too much, that makes his cock respond eagerly to the position.

"Like this," he agrees, his breathlessness betraying the role he's meant to be playing. One hand settles on the small of Klaus's back while the other glides over the beautiful swell of his ass. He barely touches Klaus at first, just a ghost of his touch over his skin, fingertips sliding between his thighs briefly to smooth against the sensitive skin there before he's moving his hand back, up along his ass once more.

"Isn't this a sight," he murmurs, his tone almost thoughtful. The first slap he gives it light, almost a tap more than anything, just to test it out. See how they both feel about the matter.

With Klaus splayed across Obi's lap like this, ass framed by his strong hands, he suddenly feels keyed up like he hasn't been touched in hours, even though that certainly isn't the case. His cock is hard where it's trapped against Obi-Wan's thigh, and Klaus arches his hips a little to make his ass look even more enticing.

"All for you," he breathes out, because here in this moment, he is. No, Klaus doesn't belong to Obi-Wan and never will, but right now there is absolutely nowhere else he'd rather be than right here, curled over Obi's lap. Obi can do whatever he wants to Klaus, anything at all, and Klaus would happily let him because he knows that he can trust Obi-Wan to never hurt him.

"I don't think that will teach me any sort of lesson," he breathes out when Obi-Wan's palm comes down lightly against his ass, wriggling his hips a bit like he's trying to goad Obi-Wan into more.

"No, perhaps not," Obi-Wan agrees, once more running his palm over Klaus's skin, enjoying how warm he feels under his hand, how smooth his skin is. He continues to be gentle with Klaus, imagining the more he is, at least for a moment, the more contrast will be felt when he uses the flat of his palm once again to strike Klaus.

He can feel that Klaus is hard again, already, and he's well on his way, too, his cock stirring beneath Klaus's hips, thickening as his hand roams over Klaus's ass.

Then he strikes him again, harder this time, hard enough for the slap to be loud in the room, and as soon as he's done so, Obi-Wan presses the entirety of his hand to the place he's hit. His head drops at the same time, pressing his lips to the space between Klaus's shoulder blades, checking without saying anything.

It's not much of a surprise that Obi-Wan teases him, sliding his palm back and forth across his skin, making him tremble with anticipation. Klaus has to bite his lip to not beg, because in this little game this is supposed to be something that he's enduring, not something he so desperately wants.

Obi-Wan's hand leaves him and Klaus holds his breath, waiting to see what will happen, and then releases it in one quick gust as his palm comes down in a harder slap. Klaus's breath catches as the sting sends a rush of pleasure through him. Obi's palm traps the heat of the slap against his skin and Klaus shivers at the kiss, soft lips and rough beard, and Klaus wriggles more pleasantly this time, humming his approval as his thighs spread a little.

He's still slick and open and he suddenly hopes that Obi-Wan will put his fingers inside of him after the spankings, or maybe between them, using him and taking what he wants. When he's done anything like this before, it takes him awhile to get out of his head, and it's hard for him to let his guard down entirely, like he's supposed to. With Obi-Wan, there is none of that worry. His mind goes a little fuzzy right away, and he lets out a soft hum against his arms.

"Do you want me to count them, master?" He breathes out, swallowing hard as his fingers curl in the sheets. "That's one."

This is entirely unlike anything Obi-Wan has ever done with anyone, even in his more experimental moments, and it's funny now to think just how few things he's truly experienced. That he's here now with Klaus, however, isn't a surprise somehow. The idea that Klaus is likely one of the very few people who could make him feel at ease enough for something like this surprises him not at all.

They've felt in sync since the first night they met. Obi-Wan doesn't believe in fate, instead believes everyone makes their own choices, is responsible for their decisions, but somehow this feels as if it were all predetermined.

"One," Obi-Wan agrees. The way Klaus wriggles tells him he's just fine and he straightens up again, then slides his fingers down the cleft of Klaus's ass, more curious than anything. The pad of his forefinger circles Klaus's hole, pressing against the muscle before he pulls back again and slaps Klaus's other ass cheek.

It has to sting. There's a red print left behind, the sound like a sharp snap in the otherwise quiet room. It must sting and Obi-Wan's cock throbs in response.

Klaus isn't sure that he's ever felt so calm and keyed up all at the same time. What he does know is that he's never felt so safe, so cared for, and he knows just from the way that Obi touches him that he's enjoying this, too. He wouldn't want it if Obi-Wan wasn't enjoying it.

The touch to his hole makes him whimper softly, and then he yelps at the next slap. The sound quickly turns into a moan, and his cock twitches where it's trapped between Obi-Wan's thighs. The pleasure of the sting spreads outward again, giving him something to focus on, something that makes his mind go still.

"Two," he breathes out, sounding a little like he's floating. His ass tips up shamelessly, and he swallows hard before taking in a deep breath and letting out slow. "Do you like it, master? I like it."

At this point, even if he didn't like it, Obi-Wan doesn't think he would be able to stop. Not with how Klaus is responding, the sounds he makes, the eager tilt of his hips, the hard length of his cock trapped between them. He would continue just because it makes Klaus happy, because it gives him pleasure, but he is enjoying it himself, surprised by just how much.

"Stars, you're incredible," he murmurs, before remembering he's supposed to be playing a role here and he chuckles to himself, then wets his lips and slaps Klaus again. "Incredibly naughty?"

It's said almost as a question because he can't help himself. A little part of him wants to break into laughter at how absurd he sounds, trying to be firm when all he wants is to flip Klaus over and get his mouth on him. He kneads the firm muscle of Klaus's ass, squeezing lightly before he hits him again.

"Three," he gasps out, hips jerking at the next slap, but he can't help but to smile at the tone in Obi-Wan's voice, a little like he's trying not to laugh. He lifts his hips, back arching in a feline sort of way, and wriggles his ass. "Incredibly."

Another hard blow makes Klaus gasp, drawing in a breath and letting it out raggedly. His skin stings where Obi-Wan's palm has landed, a pleasant sort of tingle that draws heat to the surface. He imagines the pink outline of Obi-Wan's hand against his skin, and his cock gives a needy little twitch.

"Four." This isn't an actual scene, and they aren't deep into character. Obi-Wan isn't a dom, isn't going to punish Klaus for stepping out of line. They can be a little silly with it, and Klaus finds that he prefers it that way. He's never had this sort of play with a person that he's close to. It changes everything. It makes it so much more fun.

"But if this is what being naughty gets me, master," he drawls out, lifting his ass and wriggling it enticingly again, "then I'm not sure that I want to be good."

Obi-Wan finally laughs, unable to help himself, when Klaus lifts his hips, shifting his ass in the air, and he squeezes again before his palm rubs up over the curve of Klaus's ass and toward the small of his back again. He so lovely, so beautiful and free-spirited in a way Obi-Wan has never been, even at his most rebellious.

This feels, not only incredibly arousing, but like play. It's fun in a way Obi-Wan isn't sure he's experienced and although his cock is achingly hard, he's also not paying very much attention to it. Instead, all his attention is on Klaus. On the pink skin of his ass where Obi-Wan has slapped him, the length of his cock trapped between them, and Obi-Wan realizes he can't stand this for much longer.

He gives Klaus one final slap, making it count, and then he has Klaus by the hips, pushing him off his lap, toward the head of the bed, keeping him on his front. With a graceful move, Obi-Wan positions himself behind Klaus and keeps his hands curled over Klaus's hips, keeping them lifted off the bed.

Then he leans in and presses a kiss to the warm, pink skin where he's just hit him.

The next slap is enough to have him lurching forward, gasping at the shock of it, and for one wild second he thinks that he'll come just from that rush of sensation. It starts with pain and then pleasure sparks through him like a firework, with the sound of it ringing in his ears.

"Five," he pants out, but he doesn't get to finish the word before he's suddenly being manhandled across the bed by Obi's strong, confident hands. This is, without of a doubt, one of the hottest things that has ever happened to him. The fact that they're in a borrowed bedroom with a party raging on downstairs only adds to it all, and he moans when Obi pulls his hips into the air.

He's always liked it on the rough side, and he knows that before, it was partially for unhealthy reasons, like he was punishing himself somehow, even though he did like enjoy it. He's been treated like trash and called it a good time, but nothing ever prepared him for this, how good it would feel to have this with someone who cares about him, who will be there for him afterward. Klaus never knew he could have this.

"Fuck, Obi." He moans when Obi kisses him sweetly, soft lips pressed to burning skin. The brush of his mustache only adds to the sensation, a contrast that makes Klaus shiver all over. He laughs roughly, resting his shoulders against the bed as he keeps his ass up for whatever Obi-Wan wants to do to it. He doesn't ask, doesn't even care, because he knows that he's in good hands. He has absolutely nothing to worry about, not here, not with him.

He has never been able to completely let go like this. Even with Dave, whom he trusted entirely, he couldn't relax like this. Dave was safe but their surroundings were not, so Klaus could never fully let go.

But now he can. He can put himself fully into the care of Obi-Wan, can turn off his mind to nothing but the pleasure buzzing through it, and it's wonderful.

The way Klaus trusts him is absolutely beautiful. Obi-Wan hopes, daily, that he's deserving of such trust, wanting to take care of Klaus when and where he can, wanting to make him feel good and to not let him down in any way. Such promises cannot be made in good faith, because while Obi-Wan never intends to let him down, he knows sometimes such things can't be avoided. This world might choose to take him as swiftly as it's caused his arrival and he can't promise it won't.

What he can do is give everything he has while he's here. Work to deserve the trust Klaus has given him. At the moment, he knows that means taking care of him, showing him, even if just with his hands and his mouth, what he means to Obi-Wan.

He presses his palms against Klaus's ass, spreading his cheeks experimentally, then leans forward and presses another kiss to his skin, lower this time. With a glance up the length of Klaus's body, Obi-Wan grins just slightly, then drags his tongue across Klaus's hole, across that slick bit of muscle, and he lets out a long moan.

For some reason, Klaus isn't expecting that touch of tongue. The sudden sensation makes his entire body jerk, mouth falling open on a moan as he rocks back eagerly in search of more. He wants Obi's tongue, his fingers, his cock, his fucking fist, Klaus doesn't care. He wants whatever Obi wants to give him, and he only asks that it match this intensity.

He wants to be held down and fucked so hard he can hardly catch his breath, but then he wants to be held after and treated like he's something special. Somewhere, distantly, he's aware that a part of him always wanted both parts, and not just the first. He just never allowed himself to want the second, in fear that he would never find it.

But now he has. Somehow he's lucky enough to found someone who is the best of everything, who can fuck Klaus like he needs and treat him tenderly afterwards. He feels so lucky that he wants to cry, but he moans instead, rubbing his cheek against the sheets as he spreads his knees open wider, shameless with his need. "Obi, please."

What he's learned during his time with Klaus is that enthusiasm counts for a great deal. And Obi-Wan is a man who prides himself on investing in things, on trying to do a good job, even if it's something he's never done before. He's a quick study, a talented man, and while he doesn't have an especially large ego, having been taught to be humble about his talents, he does know he likes to try. To better himself.

And that can apply to this as much as anything else.

He licks again, the flat of his tongue dragging over Klaus's hole, then laps a little more curiously, teasing, testing, his tongue pressing inside of Klaus with another breathless sound of pleasure. He's not sure he's ever been with someone so wonderfully reactive, so open in their desire. It makes arousal pulse through him, straight down his spine and into his cock, and he moans again as he laps at Klaus, licking and then pressing the tip of one finger against him before replacing it once more with his tongue.

"I guess I must be back in your good graces," he teases, but the words come out breathless and shaky as he pushes up onto his elbows. His thighs are trembling, cock leaking like it hasn't been touched in days, and he lets out a whimpering moan as Obi fucks him with his tongue.

"That feels so good, fuck. I love it when you touch me," he pants out, feeling dazed as he rocks back against Obi's face. "I feel very close to begging."

The admission makes him laugh, and he presses himself up enough to be able to look over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of Obi-Wan. "Are you going to fuck me again? I always want you to fuck me again."

Obi's tongue presses inside of him and Klaus moans loudly, dropping his head between his shoulders again, feeling on the verge of tears because he's so turned on, so overwhelmed in the best possible way. Every nerve ending feels like it's lit up, and every brush of Obi's tongue or hands makes him feel like he's going to explode out of his skin.

"Obi, please," he whimpers out, because he wasn't kidding. He'd get on his knees and beg if it got Obi inside of him right now. "Wasn't I good? Don't I deserve it, master?"

Klaus doesn't need to beg, he never needs to beg, not with Obi-Wan, but he has to admit there's something incredible about the way Klaus wants him, the desperation clear in his tone. He's so comfortable with being vocal, asking for what he wants, telling Obi-Wan how he feels and although Obi-Wan may not be quite as loud, he may not speak quite so much, he hopes he still properly and thoroughly communicates how badly he wants Klaus in return.

He feels delirious, overwhelmed in the most wonderful way, almost unable to believe this is the third time tonight. There are times when he feels as if he can't keep his hands off Klaus, as if he's lost control of himself, though he doesn't think that's quite right either. He's perfectly in control. This is just exactly what he wants.

"Yes," he breathes, pressing another kiss to the curve of Klaus's ass, then brushes his cheek over Klaus's skin, his beard rubbing against smooth skin. "Yes, you deserve it. We both do."

His suit jacket is somewhere nearby, he just needs to find it, and he presses one last kiss to the small of Klaus's back before he forces himself away to find it.

It's ridiculous how needy he feels when he's already been fucked twice tonight, but he is. Klaus has always loved sex, and often times felt like he needed it, but it was never like this. He's never lost himself in his desire for another person like this, and it would scare him if it were anyone else, but it wouldn't happen with anyone else. That's the thing.

When Obi-Wan pulls away from him, Klaus makes a yelping sort of sound that he's vaguely embarrassed by, following it up with a low, rough chuckle at his own ridiculousness. He's only gone for a moment before he's back again, and Klaus pushes himself up onto his elbows as Obi-wan climbs up onto the bed behind him, tilting his ass up to present himself in a shameless display.

"Then give it to me," he breathes out, reaching up to sweep his curls over one shoulder, baring the nape of his neck. "Fuck me as hard as you spanked me. That's what I want."

Ever calm and collected, even under fire, Obi-Wan is surprised to find his hands trembling faintly with want as he opened the condom and rolls it down over his aching cock. His fingers shake as he spills the remainder of the lube into his hand, slicking himself, wanting to be sure he isn't going to hurt Klaus in any way.

Well, not in any other way than he already has tonight, with Klaus's enthusiastic consent.

Klaus is already slick, relaxed, and Obi-Wan presses the head of his cock against his ass, groaning at the heat even through the condom. He's trembling a little, fine tremors rippling along his muscles, sweat beading between his shoulder blades, running down the centre of his back. It doesn't take much at all to press inside of Klaus, it feels like they've both been ready for this for hours.

There's always something so primal in doing it in this position, and Klaus supposes that makes sense. It's how animals do it, after all, and he feels a little like one right now. Wild, moving on instinct, crying out when Obi's thick cock sinks into him, filling him up so completely.

"Stars," he gasps out, rocking back to press his ass into the cradle of Obi's hips. He feels warm all over, a feverish echo of how he felt earlier in the evening, but this time it's a different kind of magic. It's a desire that he can't seem to contain, a need that can only be satisfied by having Obi's cock inside of him. And even then, it's only temporary.

"You fit just right," he gasps out, fucking himself back on Obi's cock with a low, guttural moan as he tosses his head back. "You feel it, right? How well you fill me up?"