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Obi-Wan crowds him against the door in a way that Klaus wholly appreciates, and he swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing as Obi's hands slip under his skirt. He's barely been touched but there is already arousal pooling between his legs, making his cock twitch and start to take notice. The shifting temperatures only add to it all, along with the way that Obi-Wan wanted him so badly that he drug him away to an empty bedroom in someone else's house.

"I thought that you might like that," Klaus breathes out, sliding his hands down to Obi's chest, thumbing at his nipples through the soft fabric of his shirt. His own stiffen into tight peaks, and each scrape of lace against him sends another little shock of pleasure through him. "I added a little something to your suit, too."

He bites his bottom lip with a sly grin, and slides his hand into the breast pocket of Obi's suit jacket to extract a strip of three condoms. His mouth falls open in faux surprise as he holds them up between two fingers, and then he reaches into the left pocket of the coat to pull out a small tube of lube. "Accessories make the outfit, darling."

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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?"

On his knees behind Klaus, Obi-Wan feels absolutely overwhelmed. There's heat under his skin, rippling through him, burning to get out, and there's desire, the likes of which he's not felt for a long time. The power of these emotions is a little alarming, akin to the anger he'd felt in much darker moments, but Obi-Wan knows if he asked, if he told Klaus he couldn't do this, that it was too close to something he's not meant to touch, too powerful, Klaus would never ask him to do it anyway.

And that alone is soothing enough for him to keep going. He holds Klaus by the hips and pulls him back at the same time as he thrusts forward, over and over, filling him perfectly, just like Klaus had said.

"Stars, yes," he groans, fingers pressing into Klaus's hips, the sound of skin against skin loud in the room. It reminds him of earlier, of the way he'd slapped Klaus's ass and he looks down between them, at the pink of Klaus's skin, at his cock disappearing inside of him. "Yes, Klaus, stars, it's perfect."

Perfect. Klaus is far from that, nowhere close to it, but this, right here, is perfect. Obi-Wan fucks him hard enough that it drives everything else from his mind, hard enough that his breath comes out in sharp little pants.

He can't even talk. All he can do is moan at how good it feels, how wholly possessed he feels by pleasure and affection. It's loud and wild and Klaus shouts as he presses up onto one hand, reaching back with the other to grab at Obi's wrist where he's clutching at Klaus's hip.

"Fuck." He pushes himself up onto his knees, leaning back until his back is pressed to Obi's chest, reaching back to touch the side of Obi's face. The new angle drives Obi's cock deeper into his body, right up against his prostate, and Klaus lets out a loud shout as his head falls back against Obi's shoulder. "Yeah, just like that."

Stars, Klaus is like no one Obi-Wan has ever known. He rises up onto his knees, presses their bodies together, and all Obi-Wan can do is wrap one arm around him, his fingers circling Klaus's cock, and continue to thrust. They're pressed entirely together, chest to back, and Obi-Wan feels as if he's melting into Klaus, becoming closer and closer to him until there's no border between where he ends and Klaus begins.

He's in so deep. So much deeper than he would have expected.

"Just like that," he breathes, the only agreement he can manage to vocalize as he rolls his hips, his cock driving into Klaus over and over. At the same time, he strokes Klaus's cock from base to tip, rubbing his palm over the head before he slides back down once again.

Another ragged moan spills out of him, and Klaus realizes with a wild sort of gasp that he's already close to coming. Usually, he has excellent stamina, and he's already come twice tonight, but something about Obi-Wan makes him feel like a teenager sometimes, like he might shoot off at the slightest touch.

Or maybe it's just the way Obi-Wan is railing at his prostate, over and over again, until there are stars in his vision. Most likely, it's a little bit of both.

"I'm almost there," Klaus pants out, tipping his head back and turning to mouth at Obi's throat, showing off the long line of himself and baring his own neck. Obi's calloused palm drags across the head of Klaus's cock and he cries out against Obi's jaw, panting hotly against him. "Will you come in my mouth after? I want to taste you."

The way Obi-Wan moans in response is the only answer he thinks Klaus needs, but then he bites down on the soft skin where Klaus's throat meets his shoulder and breathes out a short, sharp, "yes."

Klaus may be close and Obi-Wan is, too, but he has to hold on. He will hold on, telling his body not to do anything he doesn't want it to, because if Klaus wants him to come in his mouth, then he's going to do exactly that. Whatever Klaus wants. Anything he wants.

Obi-Wan's hips snap forward, skin against skin, and his quickens his stroking of Klaus's hips, panting against his shoulder at the same time. His fingers feel cramped where he's holding onto Klaus's hip, his grip like a vice, and he can't let go.

Obi's fingers dig into Klaus's hip hard enough to bruise, so hard it's like he's lost control, and it's that realization that makes Klaus unable to hold back any longer. He comes with a shout, and it isn't quite as intense as what he experienced earlier in the evening, but it's still enough to have him coming across Obi's fist, gasping as he twitches in Obi's grip.

It takes a long moment, but he's able to move forward, letting Obi's cock slip out of him as he shifts around to get on all fours in front of him. He looks at Obi-Wan as he sits up on his knees, chest heaving, hair a mess as he stares down at Klaus with eyes as wild as he's ever seen, and it makes Klaus feel powerful.

He smiles and pulls the condom from Obi's cock, tossing it aside before ducking his head to take Obi-Wan's cock into his mouth. He licks away the plasticky taste of the condom and then wraps his fingers around the base, moaning as he bobs his head, sucking as the tight seal of his lips meets his curl of his fingers, over and over.

His back arches, spine dipping so he can put his ass up on display, letting Obi-Wan see the long line of his back and the swell of his ass, still red with handprints.

He's so terribly close himself and the moment Klaus's lips seal around his cock, Obi-Wan moans, pleasure shuddering through him as he tips dangerously close toward the edge of his orgasm. Both his hands plunge into Klaus's hair, holding onto him desperately. He feels untethered from everything he's ever held onto for his entire life and he realizes, not for the first time certainly, but for the first time in years, how much freedom there is in this world. In the galaxy.

So much freedom he's willingly given up.

"Klaus, I'm close, I-"

He's more than just close. Klaus's lips sink down around him once more, his cock deep in the warmth of his mouth, and he's coming, his hips jerking, a cry slipping out of him at the same time as his hands tighten in Klaus's curls.

Obi-Wan's fingers sink into Klaus's curls and he moans at the slight sting when they're tugged at. He is utterly spent, and will need hours of rest and some food before he can even think about going again, but his softening cock still gives a valiant little twitch because he genuinely enjoys giving Obi-Wan pleasure.

He can tell that Obi is close from the way he tenses up, cock going impossibly hard in Klaus's mouth, and he sucks a little harder to draw it out of him. He's rewarded with Obi fucking into his mouth and crying out, pulsing against Klaus's tongue as he comes across it, and Klaus can't help the moan he lets out, as if this pleasure is somehow his own.

After working Obi through his orgasm, Klaus swallows and pulls off, licking his hips as he pushes Obi-Wan onto his back and climbs on top of him, collapsing onto his chest in a dramatic pile.

"We deserve a medal," he declares breathlessly, giving Obi's chest a sharp bite just above his nipple before letting his face fall into the sweaty curve of Obi's neck. "Fuck."

"Mm," Obi-Wan hums as he drops down onto his back, his arms going around Klaus when he's suddenly right there on top of him, stroking his fingertips down his sweat damp back. They certainly deserve something, he thinks, although truly his mind goes to food and drink before a medal, and even that seems impossible at the moment. All Obi-Wan wants is to lie here with Klaus in his arms, both of them slowly catching their breath and coming back to themselves.

For all he enjoys sex, Obi-Wan knows this is what he likes best. If all he wanted was a warm body, he knows he could find one elsewhere, probably not with all that much trouble. All his life he's attracted people to him without much effort, had in fact been quite embarrassed by it when he was younger, feeling as if he must be leading them on somehow. In time he'd just come to learn that his personality, playful, teasing, is often seen as flirtatious. If he merely wanted sex, he could find it.

But that isn't everything he wants. He wants this. Klaus. Someone who understands him, someone he connects with. Someone he knows he's becoming more and more fond of with each passing day.

"Especially when you take into consideration that we took a break for some skating in between," he adds, laughing softly as he runs his hand slowly up and down Klaus's back.

"And we broke a magic spell," Klaus points out, feeling his breath start to even out as he curls up against Obi's chest, kissing lazily at his jaw as his hand slides along his chest and over his shoulder. "We were very busy boys tonight."

For as fun as it was before, Klaus now wishes they were in Obi-Wan's apartment, in his comfortable bed. Getting up and dressing again to leave this place sounds exhausting, more exhausting than all the other things they've done tonight combined, and Klaus lets out a lazy sort of whine.

"I wish teleportation was one of your space powers," he says as he shifts down a bit to rest his cheek against Obi-Wan's chest, looking up at him with a sleepy, satisfied smile. "I just want us to be in your bed."

"Perhaps Magnus wouldn't mind if we were to just... stay here," Obi-Wan says on a relaxed sounding exhale. They're friends, he thinks, maybe not the closest there has ever been, but certainly good enough friends that he doesn't truly think Magnus would mind very much.

If he hadn't expected people to use these rooms, he would have left them locked, or blocked off the entire floor, as he does with the remainder of the house.

"I would offer to text him, but my phone is very far away and I'm not in any state to get up and look for it," he says with a lazy smile, stroking his fingers down Klaus's spine again before his palm settles at the small of his back.

"When I met him, he seemed like he was a real romantic matchmakey sort of type," Klaus drawls out, tracing his fingertips along Obi-Wan's collarbone, back and forth as Obi's hand settles low on his back. "And he did make up a reason for people to get cozy. I don't think he'd mind at all."

Klaus shifts forward, sliding his elbows in above Obi-Wan's shoulders and planting him to the bed, stretching out along the length of him and caging him in. The tips of their noses touch, nudging together before Klaus kisses the tip of it.

"Oh, you are not getting out of this bed," Klaus tells him, moving to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Even if I have to hold you captive."

"You're right, he did try to suggest I might be interested in giving a young lady a call after she supplied me with her phone number one day," Obi-Wan says thoughtfully. He had felt a little bad, wondering if he had somehow led her on or done something to make her think he wanted her in that way.

She had been nice enough, but their interaction had been only professional and he'd had no further interest. Magnus had suggested he might want to at least give it a try, but Obi-Wan knows it wouldn't have been right.

He smiles up at Klaus, happily pinned to the bed, then lifts his head to chase another kiss. "You're welcome to hold me captive, but I have no intention of going anywhere. I'm honestly not sure if I would be capable of standing at the moment."

"Oh yeah? Did you call her?" It's asked casually, because Klaus wouldn't mind if he had. Obi-Wan having a fun romp with a charmed barista doesn't change what the two of them are doing here, or how they feel about each other. Because they definitely are doing something here. That can't be denied, even if it also can't exactly be defined.

Klaus is secure in Obi-Wan's affection for him. When they're together, he's wholly present, just as Klaus is with him. That's all that really matters to him.

"I'll take your legs not working as a compliment," he says with a smile, kissing him again as he turns his hand to brush Obi-Wan's a few stray locks back from Obi-Wan's forehead. "Your hair gets so wild after sex, like it wants to tell everyone. It's very charming."

"Oh," Obi-Wan says, then laughs softly. "No, I didn't. She... she was lovely, I'm sure, but she was quite young and to be perfectly honest, if I were going to engage in something casual at this point it would likely be with someone I already considered a friend."

There is Jyn, of course, with whom he had slept with, though not recently, and also kissed under the mistletoe, but in their case they truly are friends and nothing more. There is none of what he feels with Klaus brewing between them, which is what he thinks they both needed at the time it happened. He has other friends, too, he is attracted to, though nothing has ever happened between them and that is perfectly fine by him. Obi-Wan feels no need to pursue anything else.

He's quite happy with what he has.

"After sex and in battle," he says with another soft laugh, tilting his head to let Klaus brush back his hair. "It could get very stubborn when I needed to properly see."

"Makes sense. It's better to leave the starry-eyed ones be," Klaus replies, because he has no interest in leading anyone on. He was probably guilty of it in his younger days, when he was drunk on freedom and people still recognized him from newspapers and lunch boxes, but he tried to learn to see it. He's always tried to be upfront about what he wants. It's just easier for everyone.

"I'll have to get you a bandana," he says with a laugh, brushing Obi's hair back and flattening it with his hand to see what it might look like pushed back. "Or one of those cute headbands with cat ears."

With a fond look, Klaus leans in and presses a kiss to Obi-Wan's forehead, letting it linger for a long moment before he nudges their noses together and kisses him again.

"Cat ears?" Obi-Wan asks, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, no, I don't think so. I think I'll just suffer with that stubborn lock of hair falling into my eyes. Besides, I have a feeling you rather like it."

The kiss to his forehead is sweet, gentle, and Obi-Wan's arm slips around Klaus again, holding the warmth of him close as they kiss once more. Now, after everything, Obi-Wan is about as tired as he gets, comfortable and content. He thinks he could sleep, likely for the entire night, although he does wonder if Magnus will want them to leave before then.

"What do you say we take a bit of a nap?" he asks. "Maybe when we wake up we'll be a little more prepared to make it back to my apartment."

"Your feeling would be correct," Klaus tells him with a soft chuckle, because the occasionally gravity defying spill of Obi-Wan's hair does drive him wild, sometimes. "Just like I have a feeling that you like my curls."

Obi-Wan seems to enjoy pushing his hands into Klaus's own unruly hair, sometimes winding curls around his fingers as they lay together, or tugging on them to make them bounce, and Klaus likes it very much.

"That's a good idea. I'm sure we can get out of here without any trouble." The party is still going, and it seems like the kind of party that might go until morning, until the stragglers have to be asked to leave. Klaus and Obi-Wan are both used to acting on little sleep, and Klaus himself is no stranger to sneaking out of places at dawn.

Now that he knows that he won't have to get up right away, Klaus allows himself to yawn as he moves to let his side slip to the bed, so that he's still mostly sprawled across Obi-Wan without resting all of his weight on the man. His cheek rests on Obi's shoulder and he reaches down to try and feel for the blankets, even kicking his foot up a little to try and move them, but it's no use.

"I can't reach," he breathes out in a bit of a whine, nuzzling against Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Do your magic hand thing."

"I do love your hair," Obi-Wan agrees, reaching up to toy gently with some of the curls, pushing them back from his face. He winds one around his finger, letting it curl before he slowly pulls his finger loose and then laughs at Klaus's request.

He waves his hand down toward the end of the bed, the blanket rising up and sliding into his grip so he can pull it the rest of the way over their bodies.

"Don't let Magnus hear me say this, but it isn't magic," he says. "Although I suppose I don't entirely understand how he does what he does either." The Force, however, is very much a living thing, something that exists whether people feel it or not.

"Yeah, but Force energy hand thing sounds less cool," Klaus murmurs, smiling as the soft blankets settle over his shoulders. Truthfully, he doesn't really understand how Obi-Wan's powers work, and he probably never will, but he knows that it's more complicated than magic.

They exist in comfortable silence for a few minutes, relaxing as sounds from the party filter up faintly from downstairs. The light in the room is soft and romantic, coming from one lamp in the corner of the room, and it isn't enough to keep Klaus from sleeping. Few things would keep him from a nap right now, as comfortable as he is.

"Tonight really was amazing," Klaus says after awhile, when he's halfway to sleep. "I-- thank you. For asking me."

"Thank you for saying yes," Obi-Wan answers with a faint smile. While physically worn out, his mind hasn't yet shut down, waiting for Klaus to drift into sleep before he closes his own eyes and sets about regulating his breathing. He may not sleep, but he can slip into a meditative state just like this, lying with Klaus warm in his arms.

When he had spoken to Anakin of Klaus, he had referred to him as a very good friend and that much is true. He feels like he can say things to Klaus he may not be able to tell other people, but it's much more than that, too.

He knows it. He suspects Klaus does, too. Perhaps one day they'll speak of it, but Obi-Wan won't push for it. Klaus has boundaries and he's made them clear and Obi-Wan will respect that.

"You make it very easy to say yes to you," Klaus admits, keeping his face tucked into Obi-Wan's neck. He never thought that he'd find himself in this position, especially not after Dave. He thought he would never feel anything like this again, this deep caring for another person that he wasn't related to.

But, as life has come to show him in very clear ways, he can't possibly know what to expect.

So, for now, he just presses himself closer to Obi-Wan and feels grateful for what he's found. That's the last thing he registers before falling to sleep.

He's so fucking grateful for this.

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