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These days, Klaus seems to spend more nights at Obi-Wan's than he does at home. Sometimes he feels a little bad about it, but it's fleeting. It's still hard to leave his room and see Ben's empty across the hall, sitting just as he left it like some shrine.

Same with Allison's. Almost all of them were there, and they were bonding and they were happy, he thinks. As happy as a group of Hargreeves children could be, anyway. Now they're slowly disappearing and when Klaus is home, he just gets this sinking feeling. Who's next?

He doesn't get that at Obi-Wan's. Yes, there is a part of him that's terrified that one day he'll wake up and Obi-Wan will just be gone, like Ben and like Allison, but he tries not to think about it. There are no bad thoughts associated with Obi-Wan's apartment, which was once sparse and a little bland, but now is looking livelier. Obi-Wan lets him bring in pieces that he thinks would look good, even though he doesn't live there. Not officially, anyway. Even though more of his belongings seem to be migrating over, and he just buys two of all of his toiletries and make up now, one for each place.

Some people might find it difficult to migrate back and forth, but not Klaus. Back home, he was always on the move, always heading out on some new adventure. But living out of overnight bags and heading back and forth across the city provides a little satisfaction to the part of him that's unable to give into his wanderlust. He isn't really settled in any one place and, for now at least, that's how he likes it.

Staying over at Obi-Wan's is always a good time, because he gets put to bed with good sex and usually wakes up with more of it, or at least coffee and breakfast. Obi-Wan spoils him, but Klaus likes being spoiled, so he never tries to dissuade him.

This morning, Klaus is asleep on his back, face turned away from the light filtering in from the curtains. His chest is bare even though the room is a little chilly, and the blankets are pushed down to his hips, hair tossed across the pillow.

He wakes up just a little, breathing in deeply before drifting off again, not waking up enough to realize that at some point in the night, his body shifted into something different, one curvier and more feminine, with full breasts and the absence of a cock between his legs.

That will certainly catch his notice later, but for now, he sleeps. it's hard work growing such wonderful tits, after all.

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Obi-Wan can't help but chuckle at Klaus's comments, even as his breath hitches slightly when Klaus's tongue teases at the pads of his fingers. He knows the invitation for what it is and so, with a bit of help, he slips his hand entirely into the front of Klaus's dress. The material really doesn't leave much to the imagination and Obi-Wan is relieved they're mostly alone in this theatre.

His wet fingertips circle Klaus's nipple before pinching gently, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes, I do believe you're correct," he agrees in an almost absent tone. "Worth every penny."

Klaus’s nipples have always been sensitive, but in this body they seem to be a bit of a hair trigger. Obi-Wan’s fingers pinch at his nipple and Klaus’s breath hitches, thighs clenching again.

Obi’s arm is curled around his shoulders, hand on his breast, and Klaus lets out a content sigh as he tips his head over onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder, still keeping his eyes on the screen as his hand slides slowly up and down the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh.

It’s a perfect moment, warm and playful and sexy, and he bites back a quiet gasp as those clever fingers pinch at the tight bud of his nipple. His hand lifts the fabric enough that he can feel cool air against his spit-slick skin, and he smiles as he uncrosses his legs to rest both feet on the floor.

“I’d pay double,” he says breathily, even though he’s almost forgotten that there is a movie even playing, for all he’s paying attention to it.

That, too, makes Obi-Wan laugh, low and warm, but he says nothing. Instead he fingers continue to tease at Klaus's nipple, stimulating it until he's certain it's almost too much and then he eases off a little. Klaus's smaller hand on the inside of his thigh feels good, warm and intimate, and Obi-Wan's hips shift, unconsciously trying to achieve more of that feeling.

"I'm beginning to suspect you brought me here with the intention of distracting me," he accuses in a teasing voice, as if that hadn't been very clear right from the start. "Shame on you, Klaus Hargreeves."

Then he tips his head to the side again and kisses Klaus's bare shoulder, using his lips to nudge the strap down on this side as well.

Obi-Wan keeps pinching and tugging, rolling Klaus's nipple between his fingers, and Klaus has to bite his lip, turning his head against Obi-Wan's shoulder for a moment to keep from making any noise. His hips shift as heat flares between his legs, cunt tensing around nothing.

When the pressure on his nipple lets up, Klaus lets out the breath he'd been holding, lifting his head to let Obi-Wan see just how aroused he is, his flush obvious even in the low light. Obi-Wan is kissing his shoulder and holding Klaus's breast in his hand in a way that feels unbearably sexy and intimate, almost possessive. No, Klaus is not a thing to be owned and is free to do what he wants, but here in this moment, he is right where he belongs.

"Shame on me? Then I might as well commit," he breathes out quietly, and when the strap of his dress slips, he lifts his hand from Obi-Wan's thigh to smoothly pull his arm out of the strap, letting the material slip down enough to expose his other breast. The cool air hitting his nipple makes his cunt clench again, and he shifts closer to Obi-Wan's side, tucked under his arm and feeling delicate and happy and wet. He returns his hand to Obi-Wan's thigh, tipping his head back as he slides his palm up to cover the bulge between Obi-Wan's legs, fingers curling in underneath. "Are you distracted now?"

"Terribly so," Obi-Wan answers, his voice slightly tight and hoarse as Klaus's slender hand slips over his cock. It's taking nearly all his self control to keep himself from getting hard right now in the middle of this theatre, instead focusing on Klaus and the daring nature with which he goes through life.

Here he sits, bare chested in a movie theatre, and while they're mostly alone, they're not entirely alone. It makes Obi-Wan want to scoop him up in his arms and take him somewhere very private, somewhere they can do anything at all they want. Anything in the world.

Instead, he kisses Klaus's shoulder again, then shifts a little in his seat, moving so he can kiss the top of Klaus's breast, feeling that gentle swell beneath his mouth.

The only other people on the balcony with them are two other couples down near the front, and one of them are two teenagers who are so into making out that there is no way that they’re aware of anything going on around them. The other is an older couple who, bless them, seem to be deeply engrossed in the film. They’re unlikely to be caught, and Obi-Wan could direct anyone away if they were, but the thrill is still there, and it makes Klaus tingle all over.

When Obi-Wan ducks his head, Klaus bites his lip and shifts as well, arching his back to shamelessly give him better access to his tits. The soft press of his lips, the wet tease of his tongue, and drag of his beard all work together to make Klaus let out a shaky breath, hips shifting a little as his arousal builds and builds, a slow burn that just keeps climbing.

Klaus is no stranger to asking for what he wants, so it’s an easy thing to put one hand on the back of Obi-Wan’s head and gently guide him lower until his lips brush Klaus’s stiff nipple. He lets out a quiet squeak of pleasure and swallows hard, tipping his head back as he squeezes at the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh.

"Shhh," Obi-Wan whispers, hushing Klaus with a soft laugh, although the sound he'd made wouldn't have been heard by anyone else. Still, he feels playful and a bit foolish, things he only ever experiences with Klaus, and he can't help himself.

Then his smile slips and he tugs Klaus's nipple between his lips, worrying against it gently with his teeth. He can taste Klaus's skin and he finally allows himself to simply sink into this, his cock thickening in his trousers, pressing against the seam.

They'll have to leave before the film is over, there are certain things Obi-Wan won't do in public, but for now he's simply going to allow himself to enjoy this. Klaus's nipple in his mouth, his tongue and tweet sweeping over the sensitive skin, his cock hard in his pants with Klaus's hand so near.

When Obi-Wan's lips close around his nipple, Klaus has to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep from moaning. It sends a shock of pleasure through him, heat flaring between his legs. He lifts one hand to touch the side of Obi-Wan's face while his other hand shifts to cover Obi-Wan's cock.

It's hard now, thick and hot under his palm, and Klaus wants to sink to his knees and get it in his mouth. He wants to sit right here while Obi-Wan sucks on his nipples, wants Obi-Wan's fingers in his cunt, wants to lift his dress and beg for Obi-Wan's cock. He wants so many things all at once.

His hand falls from Obi-Wan's face to grab his hand instead, placing it against the warm inside of Klaus's thigh, sliding it up until he can feel just how soaked the barely-there panties he's wearing are, fabric wet against his knuckles.

When Klaus pushes his hand between his thighs, Obi-Wan gives a soft gasp of his own, feeling how warm he is there, how wet. He moves slow and careful, touching Klaus through the material of his undergarments, enjoying that heat as his tongue glides around the stiff peak of his nipple.

There is really only so much they can do here, only so many ways he can touch Klaus while remaining at least slightly acceptable, so Obi-Wan knows he must maintain some restraint. It's just terribly difficult. Klaus has always made that terribly difficult, right from the start.

"And how long are we going to stay here?" he murmurs against Klaus's skin, one finger toying with the edge of his undergarment, pulling the elastic away so he can slip one finger beneath.

Klaus has always been easily aroused, for the most part. He's a very sexual person, but he's also a very experienced one. He's seen and done it all, over and over again, so it should be a little ridiculous that he feels so desperately turned on by a mouth on his tits and the hint of a finger between his legs, but he is. He feels like he might burn up right where he's sitting.

"As long as it takes for you to make me come," he says, but even in a quiet whisper, his tone heavily implies that it won't take very long at all. His cunt feels like it's throbbing, and while he knows that Obi-Wan won't fuck him here, he feels desperate for something. He wants to come right here, squirming in this velvet-lined seat, and then he wants to immediately go find a place where Obi-Wan will fuck him until he comes again.

"I'll be quiet," he whispers, thighs trembling as Obi-Wan's finger slides into his panties, resting so close to where he's throbbing with need. "I promise."

The angle may not make this particularly easy, but that doesn't mean Obi-Wan isn't up to the task. He could use the Force to his benefit if he wanted to, but somehow that seems to be almost a cheat, as if he would be admitting to himself and to Klaus that he can't do this on his own.

So he bites down gently on Klaus's soft skin, then shifts his hand until the angle works a little better. His fingers are already wet from Klaus's body and Obi-Wan suppresses his own shiver of pleasure before he slips one finger inside of Klaus. He's warm and so wet and Obi-Wan has to muffle his moan on Klaus's breast as he pulls back and carefully adds a second. At the same time, he twists his hand and uses his thumb to brush over Klaus's clit.

When Obi-Wan's fingers slide into him, Klaus's breath hitches and he curls one and around the arm rest, knuckles white as he tips his head back. His chest heaves and when Obi-Wan touches his clit, he has to turn his head and bite at Obi-Wan's shoulder through his shirt to keep from crying out.

He breathes out hard through his nose, teeth digging into Obi-Wan's skin as his other hand clutches at the man's thigh. Every muscle feels strung taut, and Obi-Wan's teeth are on his nipple, fingers working in and out of his cunt, and he goes tense as his orgasm hits. He lets out a barely audible whimper against Obi-Wan's shoulder as his hips jerk, but he keeps his word and stays quiet, even if all he wants to do is cry out.

Klaus clutches at Obi-Wan, fumbling a hand up to grab his chin and tug his face up so Klaus can kiss him, messy and open-mouthed as he tries to catch his breath.

That Klaus is so open, so responsive, is one of the many things Obi-Wan loves about him, the way he just lets himself experience life. This moment is no exception. His body shakes and he presses a moan into Obi-Wan’s shirt, teeth biting him through the material, and all Obi-Wan can do is go along for the wonderful ride.

He doesn’t pull his hand back, but he does gentle his touch as Klaus pulls him into a kiss.

“You are rather incredible,” he murmurs into Klaus’s mouth before kissing him again, long and deep.

"Right back at you, handsome," Klaus breathes out once the kiss breaks, curling his arms around Obi-Wan as best he can in the position. Obi-Wan's fingers are hooked inside of him, and his bare breast feels cool where the air is hitting Obi-Wan's saliva. He feels like he's buzzing as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, warm and happy and alive.

He kisses Obi-Wan again and reaches down to grab his wrist, slowly pulling Obi's fingers free and lifting them to his mouth. Klaus locks eyes with Obi-Wan as he pulls his fingers into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue. He sucks them clean, bobbing his head a little as if he were sucking cock, and then pulls off of them with a quiet pop, licking his lips as he smiles.

"We need to find somewhere I can take care of this," he whispers as he reaches between Obi-Wan's legs to cup his hard cock, squeezing gently before letting go. Klaus then stands up, top half bare as his dress falls down around his waist, and he lifts his index finger to his lips as he does a little shimmy in Obi-Wan's face. He grabs his coat and pulls it on with his dress as is, and then makes his way down the aisle, hips swaying as he waits for Obi-Wan to follow.

"Are you going to close your coat?" Obi-Wan asks as he stands and follows Klaus, half-scandalized and half-aroused by the thought that he may not. Nothing is fully exposed, but he hasn't zipped it up and so anyone, were they to take a second look, would notice the bare expanse of chest and midriff down the centre.

As he walks, he adjusts himself, then swings his robe over his hips, taking care to make sure he, at least, is covered. But the thrill that someone might notice Klaus's state simply won't leave him.

"Where are we possibly going to go here at the theatre?" he asks, the question mostly rhetorical. He'll go wherever Klaus wants him to.

In response to Obi-Wan's whispered question, Klaus stops at the end of the aisle and turns to open his coat, flashing his tits at Obi-Wan again before closing his coat and tying the belt loosely. He smiles and reaches out to take Obi-Wan's hand, leading him down the stairs.

He stops at the swinging door and opens it enough to peek out, looking back and forth before pulling Obi-Wan out into the empty hall. Klaus looks around and then leads them over to a door marked Maintenance. Thankfully it's unlocked, and Klaus lets out a quiet hiss of victory before pulling Obi-Wan inside and shutting it.

The small room is lit dimly by one overhead bulb and smells like cleaning products and mop water, but most importantly, it's empty.

"This'll do," Klaus says with a laugh, shrugging out of his coat again and tossing it over a shelf of spray bottles as he turns to press his back against the door. The cool wood against his bare skin makes him gasp, and he reaches out to grab the front of Obi-Wan's shirt and pull him in close, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth. "Hurry, sweetheart. Fuck me fast here, and then you can take your time with me at home."

It doesn’t surprise Obi-Wan at all that Klaus finds a place, though he knows, unlike the club, they’ll have to be quiet. There are still people in this establishment, after all, and it isn’t even half as loud as the music in the club. While he can use the Force to make people forget certain things, he would really rather not be interrupted at all.

With a soft sound of pleasure, Obi-Wan presses into the kiss, at the same time as his hands reach for the skirt of Klaus’s dress. He pushes the material out of the way impatiently, reaching for the elastic waist of his undergarment, pulling them down.

“Lift your foot,” he urges, helping Klaus out of the garment, before he shoves them into the pocket of his robe without a thought.

Obi-Wan's body presses against his, holds him there and pulls at his dress, beard scraping against his jaw, and Klaus lets out a quiet whimper. The way he takes charge, dragging Klaus's damp panties down his leg, makes him shudder with arousal, thighs clenching. Obi-Wan puts them into his pocket and Klaus knows that they'll stay there, and he'll walk out of this theater with Obi-Wan's come running down his thigh. Just the thought makes his cunt pulse, making him even wetter.

"Come on," he says impatiently, reaching down between them to tug open the button on Obi-Wan's jeans as he gives him another messy kiss. Urgently, he curls his arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders and grabs the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging at it to spur him on, urging him to be a little rough if he'd like. "I need your cock."

Edited (so many edits) 2022-04-03 08:53 (UTC)

Ever a man of control, Obi-Wan knows, were he asked to, he could stop all this in a single moment, recover complete calm, and go about his day. But what makes it all so lovely is knowing Klaus wouldn't ask that of him and he pushes Klaus's skirt up higher, then grabs his thigh, urging his legs around Obi-Wan's waist.

With his other hand, he reaches down, takes his cock in his grip, and guides himself forward. Klaus is wet, ready for him, and Obi-Wan wastes no time in teasing or trying to make sure everything is as perfect as it can. They may not be in a bed, they may be in a rush, but it's still all perfect.

Then suddenly he's inside of Klaus, the tight heat of his body making Obi-Wan moan low in his throat. His cock is aching, hot, and he rolls his hips again, fucking into Klaus with an urgency he doesn't often allow himself to display.

It is terribly hard to make Obi-Wan lose his composure. Klaus knows this because he tries to do it on a somewhat regular basis, almost like a game. He never wants to upset Obi-Wan or push too far, but he likes riling him up. He likes what happens when he does, and maybe more than that, he likes knowing that he might be the only person who really could.

Obi-Wan drags his thigh upward and Klaus's feet leave the ground, knees hooked over Obi-Wan's hips as his cock slides into his wet, hot cunt as if it were made to fit there. Klaus slaps one hand over his own mouth to keep from crying out as Obi-Wan starts to fuck him hard and fast, shallow thrusts that hit just the right spot over and over again, tits bouncing in the space between their bodies.

"Fuck, that's perfect," Klaus pants out, letting his hand fall away to grab Obi-Wan's chin between his thumb and forefinger and drag him in for a messy kiss, whimpering into his mouth.

It’s difficult to keep quiet, but they’re doing a good job, he thinks. Obi-Wan muffles his moans against Klaus’s mouth, shaking with pleasure, and he knows he doesn’t need to hold himself back, he knows Klaus isn’t expecting him to last long, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to. Since the second Klaus began to properly flirt with him inside the theatre, he’s felt on edge, wonderfully on edge.

Klaus always does this to him.

He shivers and moans again, then nips at Klaus’s lower lip before kissing him again. His hips snap forward, again and then again, before he comes with a shuddering gasp into Klaus’s mouth. He buries himself inside of Klaus, braces himself against the wall, one hand still holding Klaus’s thigh.

It was obvious from the moment that Obi-Wan pressed him back against the door that this wasn't going to last very long, and that's just fine. This is just a pit stop, after all. After this, they'll go home and do it all over again, because their life is beautiful.

Obi-Wan fucks him so hard that the door rattles with each thrust, and Klaus's eyes roll back as Obi-Wan bites his lip. He drops one hand between them to rub at his clit, moaning quietly into their messy kiss.

He grabs the back of Obi-Wan's head with his other hand as he comes, cock pulsing as he empties himself into Klaus's body, and he kisses him harder to drink up any noise they make. Klaus tumbles over the edge a moment later, toes curling as his hips jerk and a bead of slick rolls down his thigh.

"Oh, darling," he breathes out, fisting his fingers in Obi-Wan's hair and letting out a breathless chuckle as his head tips back against the door. "That really hit the spot."

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh as well, breathless and trembling as he holds Klaus pinned to the door. He had felt the way Klaus's muscles had contracted as he'd come, had felt this body all but clinging to him, and he exhales again, breathing out against Klaus's throat.

"Yes, we are rather good at this, aren't we?" he agrees with another laugh.

Very carefully, very gently, he eases himself out of Klaus and then settles him back down on the floor, taking care not to drop him. He kisses Klaus's neck, then his cheek, then lifts his hands to cup Klaus's face and kisses his mouth gently, lingering for as long as he can.

"Quite good indeed," Klaus replies in a breathless imitation of Obi-Wan's accent, which he thinks he's rather good at. "Impeccable skill."

The way that Obi-Wan eases out of him and sets him down is so at odds with what they just did, and Klaus loves that he gets to have the best of both worlds, hot and rough and then sweet after. For so long, Klaus thought that he couldn't get all that he needed from just one person, but really he just needed to find the right one.

His legs are still trembling but Obi-Wan keeps him standing, and Klaus's eyes close as Obi-Wan's mouth brushes against his skin. The kiss makes Klaus feel so loved, like he's something perfect and precious and nice, even here in a dingy broom closet with come leaking out of him. Only Obi-Wan can do that.

"I love you so much," he murmurs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan in a tight hug. "So much you don't even know, Obi."

"I think I have an idea," Obi-Wan answers as he slips his arms around Klaus in turn. He presses his face into the curve of Klaus's shoulder, breathing him in, then smiles. "Because I love you, too, a rather absurd amount."

When he pulls back, it's to gently pull Klaus's jacket off so he can help him slip the dress back into place. The undergarments remain in the pocket of his robe, however, and he has no intention of handing them over, even as he helps Klaus back into his jacket.

"There," he says, then begins to fasten his trousers. "We're practically presentable."

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