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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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He's teasing, though, his eyes alight with want, with humour. Being with Klaus makes him feel lighter than he's had the opportunity for in some time and he grins back, then bites Klaus's shoulder again, leaving behind a small, red mark.
His cock is achingly hard and he nudges it against Klaus's hole, shifting the angle slightly from what they're normally used to. He continues to use the Force to keep Klaus pinned, even going so far as pushing him harder against the tile when he begins to move, and then his own hands run down Klaus's back to his ass, squeezing hard.
He says not another word before he pushes his cock inside of Klaus's body. There's no waiting, no delay, he simply does what Klaus wants of him. He takes what he wants.
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Klaus cries out loudly, hips jerking as pleasure tears through him. He still isn't used to how Obi-Wan's cock feels in this body, in his wonderful, tight little cunt. He's big and thick and Klaus can't even tell if he's come again or if he's just hanging there at the edge of it, stuck at the heights of pleasure.
He feels weightless, and he just knows that he'd be floating if Obi-Wan wasn't holding him down.
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Obi-Wan is prone to taking his time, really enjoying every moment, but this, too, has its appeal. His thrusts are hard and quick, and one hand slips from Klaus's hip to reach around to the front of his body. The water helps slick his way, his palm gliding over Klaus's belly, then lower, between his thighs. With deft fingers, Obi-Wan finds Klaus's clit, rubbing and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, wanting to feel Klaus come again and again.
Already, he's panting harshly against Klaus's skin, but he's a Jedi. He can hold on for as long as he needs.
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But there is something to be said for this, too. It scratches a particular itch that Klaus gets sometimes, except now he won't be alone after. Obi-Wan will still be there to hold Klaus, to kiss him and make him feel important and soft and loved. Those moments are so precious to him, and he cherishes each one, but sometimes he just needs to be fucked.
Obi-Wan is doing a bang up job of it now, and it's an entirely new sensation. It's like he can feel Obi-Wan so much deeper in his body, all the way through him, and he lets out another loud cry at a particularly hard thrust. When Obi-Wan's fingers slide down over his clit, Klaus moans again and tries to squirm away on pure instinct because it's too much, too intense, and he feels a little like he might explode.
Thankfully, Obi-Wan keeps him in place as the pleasure crests, and he tosses his head back with a cry that bounces around the tile as his orgasm threatens to take him to his knees. But Obi-Wan is still there, keeps on fucking him through it, and Klaus tips his head back against Obi's shoulder, grinning dazedly and biting his bottom lip.
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He’s breathing hard, but focused entirely on Klaus, on the sounds he makes, the way his body moves. He can feel when Klaus’s muscles threaten to give out and he’s no longer sure if Klaus is trying to float away or simply collapse. Either way, Obi-Wan holds him, he fucks him through his orgasm, finally releasing the hold he has on him with the Force. When he senses it’s become too much, he pulls his hand back, gripping Klaus by the hips once more as he thrusts inside of him.
And then he’s coming as well, spilling inside of Klaus, shuddering with the pleasure and intensity of his, his mouth still pressed to Klaus’s shoulder to muffle his cry.
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His skin feels like it's buzzing, and for a long moment all he can do is try to stay afloat, waiting for the static between his ears to subside.
"Oh my God," he finally croaks out, chest heaving as he stretches his arms up over his head, back arching as he nudges his ass back into the cradle of Obi-Wan's hips. "You are the master."
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“You know, I think I might be exhausted enough to climb back into bed,” he says with a smile against Klaus’s skin. “How does that sound?”
For an actual nap, he thinks. Even if just for a little while.
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“I would like that very much,” Klaus says, gentler now that the itch has been scratched. Now, he wants to be held in Obi’s arms, and even though he has a limited time in this body, he can think of nothing else he’d rather do than curl up in their bed and sleep.
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While he knows Klaus knows this, trusts he believes it, Obi-Wan knows what it is to regret things unsaid. He won't do it again. While it may be easier for him to let go of regret than some, he still doesn't want that experience every again. Even now, there are days when he regrets all the things he never said to Cody, to Ahsoka, to Kit or Shaak Ti.
He has a chance not to be that version of himself again and he's going to take it, starting right here.
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The words make him light up from within, smile growing wide as his gaze softens with warmth and affection. Never in his life has he ever been so satisfied, or so fulfilled. He loved Dave with all of his heart, but they never got a chance to have something like this, a relationship so open and fully formed. Healthy.
"I know you do," he says softly, because that feels important to acknowledge. He believes that Obi-Wan truly loves him, never doubts it at all. He has never been able to say that about anyone before. "I love you, too."
After pressing up onto his toes, he kisses Obi-Wan again and then steps out of the shower to grab a towel. His legs are still trembling and he stumbles a little, laughing as he catches himself on the edge of the sink. "Oh dear, you've done it. Fucked me so hard I can't walk right. You should be proud."
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Darrow feels full of possibilities in so many ways, not the least of which is his relationship with Klaus, and Obi-Wan is in a rather good mood as he dries off, then hangs his towel.
"You would like anything?" he asks. "Some water? Something to eat in bed before we take a bit of a rest?"
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"I would love some water," he replies as he straightens back up and tosses the towel over the sink. He leaves the restroom with his arms stretched up over his head, hips swaying as he walks towards the bed. His thighs burn pleasantly, cunt hot and aching, and he feels so loved, so cared for, utterly spoiled. He could live here in this moment.
"Thank you, darling," he calls out as he falls back onto the bed, stretching out in a beam of warm sunlight. "My love."