As he awaits Obi-Wan’s reaction to what he’s said, Klaus doesn’t feel nervous exactly. He’s never been ashamed of his kinks, and he knows that Obi-Wan would never try to shame him. If Obi didn’t want to do something that Klaus would like, he would never push the issue.
In the past, he would just move on to the next person once he wasn’t getting his needs met, but he isn’t sure that he could do that now. No, they haven’t talked about being exclusive and Klaus would probably still balk if it were suggested, but he wonders if sleeping with someone else would hurt Obi-Wan. He’s said that it wouldn’t, but Klaus thinks that he might be hurt if Obi-Wan didn’t care. Which is stupid.
These are all the dumb feelings that he was always trying to avoid, but they’re worth it for Obi-Wan. He’s worth it.
There’s a long moment after Klaus speaks where Obi-Wan continues along with his breakfast as if he hadn’t heard Klaus at all, but then he sets down a cup of coffee and Klaus looks up at him curiously. He barely registers Obi-Wan’s fingers in his hair before it’s suddenly yanked back, not hard enough to hurt but enough to surprise him and send a jolt of sensation through his body.
The noise that he makes is a gasping sort of whimper, and he stares up at Obi-Wan as heat flares between his legs. It’s enough to make him squeeze his thighs together, and he blinks dazedly as Obi-Wan kisses his cheek.
“Yes, master,” he says, half playful and half hopeful as Obi-Wan sits down next to him. A plate is pushed towards Klaus and for one wild moment that he’d blame on hormones, he almost feels like he could cry because he feels so understood and so taken care of, truly seen. Klaus can’t help but to lean over and press a long kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Thank you.”
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In the past, he would just move on to the next person once he wasn’t getting his needs met, but he isn’t sure that he could do that now. No, they haven’t talked about being exclusive and Klaus would probably still balk if it were suggested, but he wonders if sleeping with someone else would hurt Obi-Wan. He’s said that it wouldn’t, but Klaus thinks that he might be hurt if Obi-Wan didn’t care. Which is stupid.
These are all the dumb feelings that he was always trying to avoid, but they’re worth it for Obi-Wan. He’s worth it.
There’s a long moment after Klaus speaks where Obi-Wan continues along with his breakfast as if he hadn’t heard Klaus at all, but then he sets down a cup of coffee and Klaus looks up at him curiously. He barely registers Obi-Wan’s fingers in his hair before it’s suddenly yanked back, not hard enough to hurt but enough to surprise him and send a jolt of sensation through his body.
The noise that he makes is a gasping sort of whimper, and he stares up at Obi-Wan as heat flares between his legs. It’s enough to make him squeeze his thighs together, and he blinks dazedly as Obi-Wan kisses his cheek.
“Yes, master,” he says, half playful and half hopeful as Obi-Wan sits down next to him. A plate is pushed towards Klaus and for one wild moment that he’d blame on hormones, he almost feels like he could cry because he feels so understood and so taken care of, truly seen. Klaus can’t help but to lean over and press a long kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Thank you.”