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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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One hand moves up, sliding along Klaus's spine and up the back of his neck to hold on. The other roves down, slipping over the curve of his ass to pull him close, and Obi-Wan's calf hooks around the back of Klaus's thigh.
"This is better," he agrees, breath catching in his throat as Klaus's cock sinks deeper inside. "Stars, Klaus, so much better. I love being able to look at you."
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It's eye contact and sharing breath, and Klaus feels like Obi-Wan is not only looking at him but into him, like he can see everything. Which would be terrifying except Obi-Wan likes what he sees, for some unearthly reason, and Klaus is so grateful that he could cry.
"You're so beautiful," Klaus murmurs as he reaches up to cup the side of Obi-Wan's face, mouth falling open on a moan as he rocks his hips a little faster than before. "I can't believe I found you."
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He's here, wrapped up in this man he loves, in a world without war. Life will never be perfect, Obi-Wan has no such expectations, but as far as his future goes, this is much better than he had ever imagined himself having. There is peace in Darrow. There is family and there is love. More love than he thinks he's ever known before and so much of that is because of this man right here.
"Please," he murmurs without knowing what he's asking for. More, he thinks, just more. Of everything Klaus is willing to give.
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"I want you to come for me, darling," Klaus purrs out, stroking in time with his thrusts. He stares down at Obi-Wan, awed by the open pleasure on his face. Normally, Obi-Wan is so composed. He keeps his cool in nearly any situation, but Klaus has the power to fuck that out of him. His face is as naked as the rest of him, contorted in pleasure, and Klaus is entranced. "You're so beautiful when you come."
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After infinite sadness, this is where he is.
Klaus's thrusts and strokes are both sure and quick and still loving. It doesn't take long before Obi-Wan's breath comes quicker, his muscles grow tighter, he can feel his balls drawing closer, his entire body coiled like a spring about to snap.
When his orgasm rolls over him, Obi-Wan groans, his hands grasping at Klaus, trying to touch, to hold him close. He comes on Klaus's hand, on himself, his stomach and his chest, and he knows he'll need to shower sooner rather than later, get that out of his chest hair, but right now all he can think of is how wonderful he feels.
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His thrusts go a little more erratic, and he fucks into Obi-Wan a few more times before his own orgasm overtakes him and he comes with a shout, hips jerking as he empties himself deep into Obi-Wan’s body.
He gasps against Obi-Wan’s jaw and grabs his chin, turning his head so he can kiss him again, deep and passionate as he relaxes against Obi-Wan’s body, in no hurry to leave.
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He smiles against Klaus's mouth, then kisses him again, his hands stroking down the length of his back.
"Well, that was a lovely return to normal," he teases with a soft laugh.
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"It feels like you just threw my cock a ticker tape parade," he pants out, laughing again as he reaches up to push his sweaty hair back from his face. "Woo hoo, our boys are home from the war!"