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terriblymisguided) wrote2021-02-01 01:16 am
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The first time Klaus walked into this club, he did it with the intention of getting absolutely plastered and finding someone to go home with for drunk, sloppy sex that would distract him for a few hours. He did not accomplish either of those things. Before he could get too drunk, he spotted someone interesting and was taken back to his place for some very fantastic mind-blowing sex that immediately set a bar so high that no one else can reach it.
If, on that first night, someone told Klaus that the next time he'd be walking into this club would be on the arm of that very same man, some three months later, he'd have laughed in their face.
But that is exactly what's happening. When Klaus realized how long they'd been doing this, he told Obi-Wan that he thought it would be fun to go back to that club for another dance. It only occurred to him hours later what he had just proposed: celebrating an anniversary. Thankfully, he was at home by the time it happened, and he was able to freak out and talk himself back down in private.
In Vietnam, Klaus counted the months. It was a way to keep track of how long he'd been away from his own timeline, and also how long he'd had Dave in his life. Each month was silently acknowledged, quietly celebrated and agonized over in equal measure, but it was never anything he gave a voice to, or talked to Dave about. He just counted them until he got to ten, and then there were no more.
By the time that Obi-Wan picks him up, Klaus has calmed down (thanks in part to a blunt he panic-smoked on his balcony) and dressed himself in black leather pants and a wine-colored button down shirt, with only the button at his sternum fastened. Seeing Obi-Wan makes him feel as excited as he did when he first mentions it, and he feels silly for getting himself so worked up. They're just going to have some fun.
They arrive at the club and get their wrists stamped, and Klaus is more then relieved to get inside where it's warmer. The music thumps in his chest and Klaus grins, bouncing a little as he grabs Obi-Wan's hand and drags him inside.
"Why did you come here that first night?" Klaus asks once they're at the bar, tilting his head to look at him curiously. "This isn't your usual scene."
If, on that first night, someone told Klaus that the next time he'd be walking into this club would be on the arm of that very same man, some three months later, he'd have laughed in their face.
But that is exactly what's happening. When Klaus realized how long they'd been doing this, he told Obi-Wan that he thought it would be fun to go back to that club for another dance. It only occurred to him hours later what he had just proposed: celebrating an anniversary. Thankfully, he was at home by the time it happened, and he was able to freak out and talk himself back down in private.
In Vietnam, Klaus counted the months. It was a way to keep track of how long he'd been away from his own timeline, and also how long he'd had Dave in his life. Each month was silently acknowledged, quietly celebrated and agonized over in equal measure, but it was never anything he gave a voice to, or talked to Dave about. He just counted them until he got to ten, and then there were no more.
By the time that Obi-Wan picks him up, Klaus has calmed down (thanks in part to a blunt he panic-smoked on his balcony) and dressed himself in black leather pants and a wine-colored button down shirt, with only the button at his sternum fastened. Seeing Obi-Wan makes him feel as excited as he did when he first mentions it, and he feels silly for getting himself so worked up. They're just going to have some fun.
They arrive at the club and get their wrists stamped, and Klaus is more then relieved to get inside where it's warmer. The music thumps in his chest and Klaus grins, bouncing a little as he grabs Obi-Wan's hand and drags him inside.
"Why did you come here that first night?" Klaus asks once they're at the bar, tilting his head to look at him curiously. "This isn't your usual scene."
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"You'll have to kiss me a lot," he whispers breathlessly, giving Obi-wan a teasing smile and nudging their noses together as he slides his hands down the bare expanse of Obi-Wan's back, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his pants. "Otherwise I might be loud, you know."
He grins as Obi-Wan settles on top of him, biting as his chin as his hands slide lower to grip at his ass, pulling their hips together with a low groan. "But I'll do my best."
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He sinks into a kiss, his lips parting, tongue sweeping into Klaus’s mouth. They’re moving soft and slow, but the kiss is deep and burning with heat already. Klaus’s fingers have dipped under the band of his pants and he can feel them just below his tailbone, the delicious promise of more.
And then, because he can, he pulls back just a little, nudging his nose against Klaus’s. “I love you,” he murmurs. “You.”
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His hands slide deeper into Obi-Wan's pants, cupping his ass and squeezing to drag him even closer, gasping softly into his mouth as their cocks press together through the thin layers of fabric.
When Obi-Wan pulls back to look at him, Klaus swallows hard because he thinks that he knows what's coming and he tries to prepare himself, but there is no preparation that he could do that would make him ready to hear those words spoken so close to his mouth, while they're pressed together like this in his bed, and Klaus lets out a shuddering breath and closes his eyes as a warm flush travels through him.
He can't believe that this is something that he gets to have. It baffles him, bewilders him, and Klaus stares up at Obi-Wan in awe as he pulls him tighter, wraps his legs around him like someone might come and try to take him away. This beautiful, wonderful man loves him, and Klaus will never stop thinking of it as a precious gift, one that he has to hold close so he never loses it.
"I love you too," he breathes out, which is something jut as astounding. Not only does he get to hear it, but he can say it back and truly mean it. "Just you."
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Then he kisses Klaus again, deeper, licking his mouth open. At the same time he pushes one hand down Klaus's body, sliding into the waist of his pants, pulling them down bit by bit. His thumb sweeps over the sharp angle of Klaus's hip, looking for sensitive skin, anywhere he knows will make Klaus gasp into his mouth.
There will be time later for him to meditate on it. For him to consider what it means, what it might have meant in another life, what he'll tell anyone who may or may not ask. Loving Klaus upsets much of the balance Obi-Wan has achieved in his life and he doesn't care. Balance is important, but just as important is the ability to rebalance when things have shifted.
"Here," he murmurs, finally getting Klaus's pants down enough. He pulls back, then smiles. "Lift your hips. Let me get these off."
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He could lose this. Nothing comes with a guarantee, but Obi-Wan is worth the risk. This is worth everything.
Obi-Wan's hands dip into his pants, fingers gliding along the curve of his hip and over a fading bruise in the shape of Obi-Wan's mouth. He shivers at the sensation and then nods, staring up at Obi-Wan with dark eyes as he lifts his hips enough for his pants to be tugged off. They're tossed aside and Klaus twists to reach over and grab the lube and a condom as Obi-Wan divests himself of his own sweats.
He sets the supplies on the bed and reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Obi-Wan's neck, drawing him back down between Klaus's spread thighs, gasping as his cock slides against the cut of Obi's hips. He tugs Obi-Wan into another deep kiss before can do something like beg, only because they're supposed to be quiet.
"I need you," he whispers, kissing the corner of Obi's mouth and closing his eyes. He can't help but to think about what Obi-Wan has told him about the Jedi and attachments, and for a moment he feels a tiny kernel of worry, because he's never felt so attached to another person in his life. "I am going to keep on needing you, if that's alright."
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Because he thinks he needs Klaus, too. He believes, truly, that the connection he's forged with Klaus is healthy, built in honesty and trust, and the understanding that neither can possess the other. It's ever that's expected of him as a Jedi, were he to want something more, and yet that need persists. But he can't lie. He can't tell Klaus he doesn't want that when he does.
"Yes," he murmurs, pressing his lips to Klaus's jaw, to his throat. "Yes, I believe that's more than just alright."
It's so simple, getting lost in a kiss, and he moans softly as he does, rolling his hips, groping on the bed for the lubricant and the condom. When he can't find it, he opens his hand, summoning them into his palm with the Force, too distracted by Klaus's mouth to pull back or open his eyes.
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What he needs is this, just Obi-Wan being in his life. His company, and his laughter. His touch. His love. These are the things Klaus needs, because now that he's had them, he isn't sure how he could ever be expected to be without them.
The kiss is one that he can easily lose himself in, and that's exactly what Klaus does. He loses track of time as his arm wraps around Obi-Wan's shoulders, keeping him in close as their tongues meet. They kiss until Klaus's mouth feels raw and he has to pull back just to suck in a breath, whimpering softly as Obi's hips rock against his own, cocks sliding together as Klaus plants his heels into the bed.
"Please," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth, kissing him again as his other hand slides down Obi's back, gripping his ass to drag him in even closer. "Obi, please."
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He backs off a little, enough that he can spill some of the lubricant onto his fingers, using them to press against Klaus's ass. On his knees between Klaus's thighs, Obi-Wan presses one finger inside of him slowly, curling in within his body, easing him open first with one, then two. Even this he loves, the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside Klaus, and he knows what comes next most of the time, but he wouldn't need it to. If this was all Klaus wanted, Obi-Wan would happily, cheerfully bring him off just like this. Just to make him happy.
"How is that?" he asks in a low voice. "How do you feel?"
He leans forward then, braced on his knees, and presses one finger of his free hand against Klaus's lips. With a smile, he says, "But make sure to tell me quietly."
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At the question, Klaus opens his mouth but then Obi-Wan's finger is there, silencing him before he can respond, and he lets out a fond laugh as he twists his head to pull the digit into his mouth. His cheeks hollow around it as he sucks on it, nodding his approval as he rocks his hips up eagerly.
He bobs his head a little, sucking on Obi's finger like he would his cock, keeping his gaze on Obi-Wan's face as he reaches out to pluck the condom from Obi's hand. He tears it open and reaches down to grip Obi-Wan's cock, rolling the condom down onto it as he sucks hard at his finger with a quiet, needy whimper.
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"You're so beautiful," he whispers as he shifts forward slightly. With a smile, he pulls his finger gently from Klaus's mouth, then taps Klaus's lower lip before reaching for the lubricant once more. "And very good at being quiet."
Even with how good he feels, he's still wearing a warm smile as he spills lubricant into his palm and then slicks it down the length of his cock. They're moving so quietly, so slowly, and as he leans over Klaus's body, one hand braced beside his head, his smile only grows. Their mouths meet and Obi-Wan nudges the head of his cock against Klaus's hole, not quite sinking into him, but close, licking into his mouth at the same time.
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It's not just the compliments but the way that Obi-Wan looks at him sometime, most of the time, like he's something precious and irreplaceable, like it's Klaus that he wants, rather than just sex. He can fuck whoever he wants and Klaus is fine with that, as long as he never looks at anyone else this way, like he's in love. It's not something that he needs to worry about; he knows that it's true. This is all for him.
Obi-Wan leans down to kiss him and Klaus prepares for the blunt press of his blissfully big cock, but it doesn't come. Instead Obi holds himself right at the precipice and coaxes Klaus's mouth open with a press of his tongue. Klaus rolls his eyes in fond exasperation before closing them and returning the kiss, sliding his hands up Obi-Wan's back until he can curl them over his shoulders and squeeze.
"I'm not sure that I know how to beg quietly," he whispers against Obi-Wan's mouth, smiling and then nipping at his bottom lip as he hooks his knees over Obi-Wan's hips, squeezing them between his thighs as Klaus tries to drag him in closer. "You're toying with me."
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Klaus squeezes his body between his thighs and Obi-Wan can't wait any longer, doesn't want to wait any longer, he sinks slowly into Klaus, inch by inch. A shuddering breath slides out of him as he does and he ducks his head, pressing his lips to Klaus's throat and to his collarbone, breathing out against his skin. He shifts his knees under him a little better, changing the angle, pressing down into Klaus's body with a soft moan that he tries to muffle against Klaus's collarbone.
It's funny and not something he would have considered, but having to be quiet adds something to all this. Some new element. It's different than how it had been in the club, when he'd felt he ought to be quiet and had been utterly unable. Now he can. Now he must.
The best way, he thinks, is just to kiss Klaus again. He leans in, bending Klaus's body so he can properly kiss him, deeply and thoroughly. Then he rolls his hips, pulling back and sinking into Klaus again, sinking into that heat, the tight grip of his body, and he moans into Klaus's mouth.
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Klaus whimpers softly, overwhelmed by the thick press of Obi-Wan's cock, and the scrape of his beard across his skin, but thankfully Obi-Wan leans in to kiss him and Klaus can lose himself in that. He sinks his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair as he sucks on his tongue, kissing him hungrily as his other hand clutches at Obi's back, fingertips digging into his skin.
It's a wonderful, overwhelming sort of pleasure, made even more intense by the fact that they have to stay quiet. It's not as if it would be the end of the world if any of his siblings were to hear them, but Klaus doesn't want to bother them. More than that, he wants this moment to stay between them, quiet and private, full of passion and love.
"I love you," he whispers against Obi-Wan's mouth, just because he can, because he wants to and he truly means it. Saying it feels like a release, and he shivers at another long, deep stroke of Obi-Wan's cock that drags against his prostate and has his toes curling against the outsides of Obi-Wan's thighs. "Fuck, Obi. Nothing has ever felt as good as you."
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Maybe he's thinking of it all wrong. When he leaves this place in the morning, it won't be the last time he sees Klaus. There isn't the same risk that he might never return. For so long, love has been associated with distance, time and space between them, the knowledge that they'll likely never have another moment in which to tell one another their feelings. It doesn't have to be any longer. He doesn't need to take the whisper with him because if he wants to hear it again, he can.
"Good," he breathes against Klaus's mouth. "I only ever want to make you feel good."
Keeping their foreheads pressed together, Obi-Wan shifts his weight, sliding his hand between them to wrap his fingers around Klaus's cock. He doesn't stroke him at first, just holds him, still thrusting into him, panting softly against his lips, unwilling to put any distance between them.
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"You do. You always do," Klaus assures him breathlessly, sliding his hand to cradle Obi-Wan's jaw, pressing their mouths together again. He deepens the kiss to keep from moaning when Obi's hand wraps around his cock so perfectly, so assuredly. There is no fumbling when they're together, because they know each other's bodies so well. It's all so perfect, and Klaus gasps again as Obi-Wan fucks him in a tender sort of way that also sends pleasure coursing through him, like fire in his veins.
He never knew that it could be like this. Being with Dave was wonderful, and Klaus cherishes those memories, but it was never like this. Surely the lack of complete privacy and time to really explore each other had to do with that, but Klaus will never know now. He and Obi-Wan have been given that, both time and space, and Klaus will always love Dave, and will always miss him, but he also can't regret a single thing that led to this moment right here.
"Obi," he whimpers out, digging his fingertips into the skin of his back, thumbing at the curve of his cheekbone, rocking up into the grip of his hand. It's so good, all of it so good, and Klaus kisses him again just to keep from crying out.
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What an incredible thing, that they can be so many different things to one another.
Shifting his weight back onto his knees, Obi-Wan slips his free arm around Klaus's shoulders so he can hold them close together. He doesn't want to stop kissing him, not now, when everything feels so intimate and vulnerable, raw in a way he hadn't entirely been expecting. Had he and Satine ever been together like this, he wonders? It doesn't seem so. They never had the time, the privacy, the space. They had hidden moments, whispers in shadows, furtive interactions that were always coloured slightly by the possibility of trouble. None of that is here with them now. There is only love and the desire to make one another feel good.
Obi-Wan holds Klaus close, thrusting into him now with a deep, steady rhythm, stroking his cock at the same time. He presses kisses to wherever he can reach, to the corner of Klaus's mouth, the edge of his jaw, the smooth skin of the throat. "I love you," he whispers, glad to be able to say it.
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And more than that, on top of all the pleasure this wonderful man gives him, he is loved. Klaus truly feels like the luckiest person alive, and also like this is more than he deserves, but he is too selfish to ever give it up. He will cling to Obi-Wan with all that he has, staying by his side as long as Obi-Wan will have him there, because he's happy. How could he ever give this up?
Maybe Obi-Wan is more than Klaus deserves, but he will do everything in his power to make Obi-Wan feel just as special, just as loved, as he makes Klaus feel. Because what Obi-Wan deserves is to be happy.
It's all so much, Obi-Wan holding onto him, thrusting into him so perfectly, kissing him all over, that when he says those precious words again, Klaus can't help it. He turns his head to bite hard at the spot where Obi-Wan's neck meets his shoulder, muffling his cry as his orgasm tears through him, cock pulsing in Obi-Wan's grip as his whole body trembles in his arms.
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Not that he'll need anything. Obi-Wan has to believe that telling Klaus he loves him over the loud, pulsing music of a club has to be memorable no matter what else they do tonight.
He strokes Klaus through his orgasm, his thumb gliding up the underside of his cock, wanting to draw every last bit of pleasure from him before he gives into his own. And when he knows it's likely to have become too much, too sensitive, he stops his strokes, though he doesn't release Klaus, instead choosing to hold onto him, to feel the weight of his cock in his hand, still heavy and warm.
With his arm still tight around Klaus, Obi-Wan buries his face in the side of his throat, his hips still rolling, though they pick up speed a little, his smooth rhythm faltering as he feels his own orgasm trying to take him. He manages a few more deep thrusts before it's all too much and Obi-Wan presses his mouth to Klaus's skin, his teeth pressing into him, muffling the moan as he comes.
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And then then Obi-Wan keeps fucking him, thrusts going erratic, and Klaus bites him again as another aftershock rolls through him, toes curling as Obi buries himself deep inside of Klaus's body and lets himself go. The bite makes him grin, head tipping back as he blinks owlishly up at the ceiling as he catches his breath. He wraps his arms around Obi-Wan, keeping him held securely between his thighs as he turns his head to press a kiss to Obi-Wan's temple, rocking him a little as they come down together.
"Matching love bites," he says against Obi-Wan's ear, nipping playfully at the shell of it before cupping Obi's face in his hands, tipping it up so he can kiss him again.
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He's wonderfully sore, physically exhausted in the best way, something that would be easily restored with a brief meditative state and a few hours of sleep, but that isn't the route he'll take tonight. Being with Klaus is a reason to rest properly, like he would have back on Coruscant while not in the midst of a mission or a war. He can sleep tonight, curl himself around Klaus and properly sleep, then wake in the morning when the sun begins to filter into the room.
A perfect plan. A perfect end to a perfect evening, he thinks, and he gently eases back, slipping free from Klaus, and tending to the condom. He gets up to toss it in the rubbish bin, then comes back and leans over Klaus to kiss him once more, taking his time before he pulls back slightly.
"Do you have something to clean up with?" he asks, then smiles. "Or are you going to make a run to the bathroom and hope no one sees your naked backside?"
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Obi-Wan pulls out of him and Klaus lets out a soft sigh, stretching out his limbs when Obi-Wan rolls off of the bed. When he returns, bending over to kiss him, Klaus smiles and lifts his head to meet him, pushing his hair back and cupping his cheek, smiling fondly at the question.
"Trust me, everyone in this house has seen my backside on more than one occasion," he says with a laugh, twisting to pull a package of cleansing wipes from the drawer on his nightstand. He tosses them onto the bed and then reaches out to place his hand on the back of Obi-Wan's thigh, sliding it upward until he can give Obi-Wan's ass a playful pinch. "Your cute backside, however, can remain a mystery to them."
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He would put on his robe, of course.
But he doesn't need to and he takes one of the wipes from the package, carefully cleaning Klaus's abdomen and ducking his head to press a kiss to the centre of his chest at the same time. Such a wonderful, beautiful man. Free in ways Obi-Wan has never been and likely never will be, but still willing to share those parts of himself with a man with a tendency toward reservation. He isn't without a sense of humour and has always known how to have fun, but he and Klaus are deeply, vastly different in so many ways.
And then terribly, wonderfully the same in so many others.
When Klaus is properly clean, Obi-Wan uses the wipe on his hand, then tosses it in the rubbish bin as well, then sinks down onto the mattress with a soft, contented groan. "You were very quiet," he says to Klaus with a grin, pillowing his head on his arm. "Well done."
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When Obi-Wan settles on the bed, Klaus reaches down to grab his blanket and pull it up to their shoulders, letting the soft fabric settle against their bodies as he rolls onto his side with a soft smile, their faces lingering only inches apart. The room smells like spicy tacos and sex, and Klaus laughs as he reaches out curl his fingers around Obi's wrist, dragging his hand out from under the blankets and lifting Obi's fingers with his thumb, pointing his hand over over Klaus's shoulder.
"Can you crack open the window, please?" He asks softly, amused as ever at what Obi-Wan is able to do. He tries not to take advantage of it, tries not to ask for too much, but this can be excused, he thinks. Obi-Wan using the Force to open the window means that neither of them will have to get out of bed, and that's a very good use of it, Klaus thinks.
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He does this all without rising from the bed at all and when it's done, he drapes his arm over Klaus's shoulder, letting his fingertips graze against his back as he settles. There are moments when he wonders if he's done something foolish here, something he ought to have been able to resist had he been stronger or a better Jedi. A relationship is safer with Klaus than with most others, he thinks, because Klaus, too, has a reservation toward exclusivity. For Obi-Wan, it isn't that he doesn't want to be tied down or only committed to one person, because he knows himself well enough to understand he is now. His heart belongs in equal measure to Satine Kryze and Klaus Hargreeves and nothing will change that.
But he knows he can never give all of himself to anyone. Not when so much of who he is is dedicated to the service of others. When he considers it, he hopes above all else, Klaus will continue to understand that. Will know this compassion and care for everyone doesn't change the love Obi-Wan feels for him.
He strokes his fingers along Klaus's shoulder, then brushes back some of his hair and drags his thumb over his cheekbone.
"I love you," he says. The simplest words, he thinks, and yet they carry so much weight.
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Klaus curls his arm around Obi's waist under the blankets, blinking at him sleepily as Obi touches his face, looking at him like he's something so special, like there is nowhere else he would rather be in the world, and Klaus can relate. He has never known such peace. Even with as happy as Dave made him, there was never peace, not in the midst of a war. That was the price he paid to be with Dave. Ever day, he had to make the conscious decision to stay in that horrible war zone, risking his life to wield a weapon that he hated just to be with the man that he loved.
Dave was worth all of that, and Klaus doesn't regret any of it, but he can't deny that this is better. There is no war, no sacrifice, no price to pay to be with Obi-Wan. In some ways, opening himself like this again is terrifying, but being with Obi-Wan is easy. There is no alternative in Klaus's mind, no scenario where he doesn't end up right here, with him.
"I'm not sure that I'll ever get used to hearing that," he admits, smiling warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners as he stares at Obi-Wan with open fondness.
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