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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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“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."