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terriblymisguided) wrote2021-12-07 01:06 pm
terriblymisguided) wrote2021-12-07 01:06 pm
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(for obi-wan)
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.
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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Sometimes, though, he suspects it's a surprise to Klaus. He endeavours to keep surprising Klaus, for as long as he's allowed.
With a faint flicker of a grin beneath his moustache, Obi-Wan lets his hips roll. It isn't quite a snap, still wanting to let Klaus's body adjust, but it's hardly a gentle thrust to test the waters. Klaus's words had been his permission and Obi-Wan takes what he says at face value. His hips roll again, a little harder, and he gasps, a shudder of pleasure running through him.
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"Obi-Wan," he gasps out, throwing his arms over his head and arching his back. The vibrator rolls off of his chest to land on the bed next to him, and he twists one hand in the sheets as he reaches down to press the other between his legs. His fingers drag over his clit and he lets out a startled whimper, hips jerking at the sharp jolt of pleasure that goes through him. "Oh, fuck. We really should have set up the camera."
He laughs happily and rocks back against Obi-Wan's thrusts, breath hitching every time his cock bottoms out so deep inside of Klaus's body.
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These things they’re doing together, they’re not things that would have occurred to Obi-Wan when he was in a similar body. He’s left wondering now how it feels.
“Do you want this?” he asks in a rough voice, lifting the vibrator and dragging the tip of it down Klaus’s stomach. At the same time, he manages a particularly well angled thrust and he shivers, breathing harder. Sweat is beaded on his skin, but he holds himself back, waiting for that answer.
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“Yes, yes. I want it,” Klaus pants out, whimpering and then letting out a sharp cry as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard. “Use your fingers first. I want you to feel yourself. Feel how full you make me.”
Before Obi-Wan can do so, Klaus slides two of his own fingers into his cunt, mewling quietly at the sensation. Obi-Wan keeps fucking and Klaus tips his fingers down against the narrow divide, gasping as he feels Obi-Wan’s cock slide into him from within.
He already feels half out of his mind with lust and he wants to be reduced to rubble, used up and pushed to the limits of what this body can do, because he knows that Obi-Wan will be there to take care of him later, bringing him back to himself with warmth and tenderness.
But that’s later. For now, he wants this— Obi-Wan in every hole, every open space, pinning him down and fucking him so hard that all he can do is take it.
“Are you going to make me beg, master?” Klaus asks with a wicked grin, sliding his fingers free and reaching up to put them in Obi-Wan’s mouth instead, rubbing the taste of himself into his lover’s tongue.
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When he withdraws his fingers and reaches for the vibrating toy with the other hand, he presses his own fingers against Klaus’s lips. It takes a bit of doing, a bit of dexterity, but he’s a Jedi, after all, and Obi-Wan manages to turn on the toy, pressing the vibrating bit against Klaus’s clit at the same time as he pushes his fingers into Klaus’s mouth.
“I’m not sure you can beg with your mouth full,” he teases in a rough voice.
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Obi-Wan’s slick fingers touch his mouth and before Klaus can do anything about it, there’s a strong buzz against his clit and Obi-Wan’s fingers are pressing almost roughly between his lips, sliding toward the back of his tongue. That, coupled with the words, makes Klaus’s eyes go wide with slight surprise and he stiffens, moaning around Obi-Wan’s fingers as he’s suddenly swept away by another orgasm. It’s wet and messy, slicking the insides of his thighs as he trembles, and he reaches up to grab at Obi-Wan’s wrist to hold him there, fingers pressed to Klaus’s tongue.
This is exactly what he wanted. This sweet angel of a man is making Klaus feel a little dirty, a little used, and that makes him shiver with delight. He likes that feeling sometimes, especially when he knows that it isn’t real. After this, Obi-Wan will take care of him and make him feel loved, which was something that was always missing when Klaus sought this out before.
Even as his body twitches through aftershocks, Klaus holds Obi-Wan’s wrist tightly, nearly choking himself on the man’s fingers as he rocks his hips. The toy is still there, vibrating against a spot that makes his eyes nearly roll back into his head, and he nods at Obi-Wan to let him know that he’s ready, that he wants it, that he’s perfect, that he’s everything Klaus has ever wanted.
“Please, master,” he murmurs around Obi-Wan’s fingers, chest heaving and glistening with sweat as he stares up at Obi-Wan with dark, pleading eyes.
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The galaxy is full of incredible things so many people will never understand and he is truly lucky this is one of the moments he's able to experience.
"Yes," he murmurs, awestruck, pulling his fingers free from Klaus's mouth so he can properly focus below. He shifts the toy back, dragging that buzzing tip along Klaus's skin before he presses it inside of him. A startled sounding gasp slips free from Obi-Wan, because for some reason, he hadn't expected the way he, too, can feel the vibrations from the toy.
"Stars, Klaus," he breathes, coordinating both the toy and his own hips, thrusting deeper inside of him with both.
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It’s almost too much, the pleasure building up to a fever pitch, but Klaus leans into it instead of shying away, breathing in deep and arching his back as Obi-Wan fucks him. The toy buzzes inside of him, stretching him open, while Obi-Wan’s cock does the same. It’s an obscenely good feeling, being so full, and Klaus grabs at his tits as he lets out another loud cry. The neighbors might be getting an earful, but Klaus can’t stay quiet, not for this.
He presses himself up onto his elbows so he can watch, eyes wide as the toy sinks into him again and again. His hips and thighs are wet with his own come and Klaus draws his knees up, whimpering as the toy drives in deep again. It feels like one long orgasm, each thrust something like euphoria, and Klaus lets his head fall back, chest heaving.
And then Obi-Wan angles the toy just a little, driving it in hard right against that magical spot deep in his cunt, and Klaus thinks he might have screamed. He isn’t thinking much at all, too consumed by the pleasure to do anything but feel it, and that’s exactly what he wanted, that empty-headed buzz. It’s chaotic and peaceful all at once, and Klaus lets out another guttural cry as he falls back against the bed again, trembling all over.
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Klaus's body clenches around him and it's entirely different than it usually is, enough that Obi-Wan lets out a low, guttural sounding moan. The toy is almost forgotten, still buzzing inside of Klaus, and Obi-Wan's fingers twist in the blanket on one side of Klaus's body.
His head drops, lips dragging across Klaus's stomach as he finally comes, spilling inside of him. He moans, teeth pressing into Klaus's skin, his hips jerking forward one final time.
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It drags on and on and Klaus's eyes roll back a little, chest heaving as he grabs at Obo-Wan's shoulders to try and push him back because now it's too much. He's gone as far as he can go and he whimpers as he reaches behind them to turn off the toy, sliding it out of his body even as his trembling legs tighten to keep Obi-Wan there.
"Holy shit," Klaus pants out, laughing breathlessly as he drops the toy on the bed and puts his hands on his forehead, still twitching a little as aftershocks roll through him. "Consider that record well smashed, Obi."