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terriblymisguided) wrote2021-07-25 07:30 pm
terriblymisguided) wrote2021-07-25 07:30 pm
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As Klaus leans back against the bar in his favorite night club, sipping his third cocktail while watching a girl in hot pants and a bikini top shake her ass, he realizes just how long it's been since he's slept with someone who wasn't Obi-Wan.
It's not a conscious decision that he made. In fact, he had made it very clear at the start of their relationship that he didn't want to be monogamous. He very much planned on sleeping with other people because that's who he is. That's what he does. Sleeping around is a fundamental part of his personality.
Realizing how long it's been since he's slept with anyone else makes him anxious for some reason that he can't quite pinpoint. None of his freedom has been taken from him. Obi-Wan has never asked him for anything that he didn't want to give. He doesn't ever act jealous or possessive in any way, so Klaus has no reason to feel trapped.
Should he feel trapped? Before Obi-Wan, Klaus always thought that being in a relationship would mean that something would be taken from him. It had never once occurred to him that he might give it up willingly.
It's an irrational sort of panic, but he still feels the need to prove to himself that he can still do whatever he wants, be with whoever might catch his eye. So, after knocking back another two shots of vodka, Klaus steps onto the dancefloor and wraps his arms around the curvy woman in those tight little shorts. She is obviously pleased by the attention, and wastes no time in dragging him back to a shadowy corner of the club.
She presses him back against a wall and presses her mouth to his neck, and Klaus should be into it. She's hot and willing with big tits and a round ass and before he would have wasted no time in having her bent over. But that was before. Things are different now, and he never even really noticed it happening. He's different.
This woman's mouth on his neck, and her hand on his crotch, should feel good. And it does, in a way, but it could feel better. She smells like fruity chemical spray when he would rather smell vanilla bean and tea leaves. Her rounded shoulders are warm under his hands, but he wishes that she were taller.
When she lifts her head and kisses him on the mouth, Klaus finds himself jerking away without even meaning to. She gives him a confused look and tries to lean in again, but Klaus tightens his grip on her shoulders and gently pushes her away, saying nothing before leaving her there in the dark and winding his way back through the crowd towards the bar, feeling strange and unsettled.
After a few more shots, he just feels irritated. A man comes up to him at the bar, long and lithe with dark skin that reflects the lights in the club. He reaches out for Klaus's waistband and he shakes his head, gently knocking the man's hand away before turning to storm out of the club. He keeps on storming through quiet, empty streets until he gets to Obi-Wan's building, then storms upstairs and pounds on the door rather than using the spare key in his pocket.
Because he's mad at that, too. He's in love and has a key and it feels wrong now when strangers touch him, and this wasn't what he wanted. He never wanted any of this.
Or so he thought.
It's not a conscious decision that he made. In fact, he had made it very clear at the start of their relationship that he didn't want to be monogamous. He very much planned on sleeping with other people because that's who he is. That's what he does. Sleeping around is a fundamental part of his personality.
Realizing how long it's been since he's slept with anyone else makes him anxious for some reason that he can't quite pinpoint. None of his freedom has been taken from him. Obi-Wan has never asked him for anything that he didn't want to give. He doesn't ever act jealous or possessive in any way, so Klaus has no reason to feel trapped.
Should he feel trapped? Before Obi-Wan, Klaus always thought that being in a relationship would mean that something would be taken from him. It had never once occurred to him that he might give it up willingly.
It's an irrational sort of panic, but he still feels the need to prove to himself that he can still do whatever he wants, be with whoever might catch his eye. So, after knocking back another two shots of vodka, Klaus steps onto the dancefloor and wraps his arms around the curvy woman in those tight little shorts. She is obviously pleased by the attention, and wastes no time in dragging him back to a shadowy corner of the club.
She presses him back against a wall and presses her mouth to his neck, and Klaus should be into it. She's hot and willing with big tits and a round ass and before he would have wasted no time in having her bent over. But that was before. Things are different now, and he never even really noticed it happening. He's different.
This woman's mouth on his neck, and her hand on his crotch, should feel good. And it does, in a way, but it could feel better. She smells like fruity chemical spray when he would rather smell vanilla bean and tea leaves. Her rounded shoulders are warm under his hands, but he wishes that she were taller.
When she lifts her head and kisses him on the mouth, Klaus finds himself jerking away without even meaning to. She gives him a confused look and tries to lean in again, but Klaus tightens his grip on her shoulders and gently pushes her away, saying nothing before leaving her there in the dark and winding his way back through the crowd towards the bar, feeling strange and unsettled.
After a few more shots, he just feels irritated. A man comes up to him at the bar, long and lithe with dark skin that reflects the lights in the club. He reaches out for Klaus's waistband and he shakes his head, gently knocking the man's hand away before turning to storm out of the club. He keeps on storming through quiet, empty streets until he gets to Obi-Wan's building, then storms upstairs and pounds on the door rather than using the spare key in his pocket.
Because he's mad at that, too. He's in love and has a key and it feels wrong now when strangers touch him, and this wasn't what he wanted. He never wanted any of this.
Or so he thought.