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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 sits up with a groan and stretches his arms up over his head, smacking his lips as he looks around the room and waits for his brain to finish booting up. His hands go to his face, rubbing at his eyes and patting his cheeks, and he freezes when he realizes that he feels stubble and facial hair.
Immediately, he tosses the covers off of himself and looks down to see his body, his body, with its flat chest and skinny thighs dusted with hair. And his cock!
“Oh, I missed you, you beautiful bastard,” he says to it, and then scrambles out of bed. He falls down instantly and then hops up to grab Obi-Wan’s robe from the hook behind the door, pulling it on as he trots down the hall. As expected, Obi-Wan is sitting on his meditation cushions, and thankfully he appears to be reading and not lost in thought.
“Obi!” He calls out, jumping onto the cushions in front of him and pulling the robe open to flash him. “Look who’s back!”
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It shouldn’t surprise him at all, the gleeful way Klaus greets his return to his regular body, but it still makes Obi-Wan smile beneath his moustache, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Well, it’s very good to see you,” he says, assessing Klaus’s body, as that is what it seems Klaus wants from him. “Welcome back.”
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"You already knew?" Klaus asks, laughing as he playfully kicks the book from Obi-Wan's hands and steps closer, feet resting just in front of Obi-Wan's crossed legs as he looks down at the man. It's a very beautiful view, those blue eyes looking up the length of him.
"And you didn't wake me up?" He laughs again and lets go of the robe, letting it fall open, spilling over one shoulder and pooling in the crook of his arm. "I'm not sure whether to find it sweet or be offended."
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"But I see now how wrong I was," he continues, looking back up at Klaus. A playful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, though he presses it back. "Clearly you're full of energy this morning."
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Klaus's hands go to either side of Obi-Wan's face and he thumbs at the corners of that beautiful smile, huffing out an amused breath as he stares at the face of the man that he loves.
"Wore me out like that and didn't even bring me breakfast in bed," he admonishes playfully, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as if he's disappointed, as if Obi-Wan could ever disappoint him. "What are we to do about your lack of manners, Kenobi?"
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His smile says otherwise, warm and amused, his eyes crinkled at the corners. Klaus is such a wonderful part of his life, funny and kind, always able to make him smile and feel as if he belongs to something special. He knows he's lucky.
"But I suppose you must do what you must," he continues, heaving a sigh. "And I'll agree to whatever punishment you see fit."
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It's not as if he and his past lovers were never around each other in the morning. Sometimes it was awkward, but more often it was cordial because he often went after other people who were looking for the same thing. Sometimes there would even be another quick fuck or a shared breakfast before they parted ways, but it was never this.
Klaus knows how Obi-Wan likes his tea. He knows what his bare feet look like against the kitchen floor when they're half-covered by sweats that are too long for him. He knows what Obi-Wan tastes like in the sunlight, happy and warm with sleep. It's intimate in a way he'd never known before this man.
He puts his hands on Obi-Wan's where they're resting on his hips, smiling at the playful tone and the well-acted sigh. Klaus takes Obi-Wan's hands and lifts them over his head before suddenly rocking him back against the cushions, looming over him with a sly grin as he pins Obi-Wan's hands above his head.
"Mm, I've got an idea," Klaus teases, leaning in to kiss him softly, smiling against his mouth. "I'm thinking a little time on your back might set you straight."
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“Ah, yes, I can see how you might think that would help,” he agrees, flexing his hands within Klaus’s grip before he allows himself to relax again. “I suppose the only thing we can do is test it out.”
As he speaks, he lifts his hips a little, pushing them into Klaus in a suggestive gesture.
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The robe spills over Klaus's shoulders as he slowly slides forward, shifting until he can press Obi-Wan's biceps down with his knees. He watches Obi-Wan's face the whole time, searching for signs that it hurts or it's too much, and he loves that he rarely has to ask for things anymore. He feels confident reading Obi-Wan's moods and going after what he wants accordingly, and he knows that Obi-Wan will redirect him if he feels the need to, which they both know that Klaus would never fault him for. It's trust and communication and it's healthy, which isn't something he thought he would ever say about a relationship that he was in.
With Obi-Wan's arms pinned under his knees, Klaus lets go of his hands and slowly rolls up, straightening his spine and rocking most of his weight back onto his shins. Obi-Wan looks so lovely sprawled out between Klaus's thighs, blue eyes shining and mouth pink, sunlight catching on the red in his hair and beard, hands over his head.
"You need to get my cock ready if you want me to fuck you," Klaus breathes out, and maybe his fond expression is at odds with the filth of his words, but that's them. They can be everything all at once. His hand curls around the base of his cock, half-hard and flushed at the head, and rocks his hips forward to rest it against the dip just below Obi-Wan's lower lip. "Open up, darling."
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This is a vulnerable position, one Obi-Wan knows many people would rebel against, but he trusts Klaus with his entire being. Klaus would never do something if Obi-Wan didn’t want it, if he asked Klaus to stop, if he simply didn’t feel interested. That’s all it would take. Along with the arousal, he feels a surge of love, too, and his lips part, feeling the silky skin of Klaus’s cock rubbing against his lower lip.
“Stars, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, looking up at Klaus, the way the sun hits his skin as it comes through the window, making him look as if he’s glowing. His lip rubs against Klaus’s cock as he speaks, a purposeful gesture perhaps, which can be seen in the light of his eyes.
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He’s powerful, yes, but he also understands the responsibility that comes with it, for perhaps the first time in his life.
“Thank you, darling,” Klaus breathes out, biting his lip as arousal pools low in his belly. “But that’s not what I meant when I told you to open your mouth.”
He’s playfully admonishing, smirking happily as he rubs the head of his cock against Obi-Wan’s lips before slowly pressing it between them to urge them open. He can feel the edge of Obi-Wan’s teeth against the oversensitive skin and he hisses, reaching down to slide his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair. Klaus cradles the base of his skull, helping to support his head as his other hand cups Obi-Wan’s chin, coaxing his jaw open wider so that he can sink his cock into his mouth, groaning as it slides across Obi-Wan’d tongue, feeding it to him slowly. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, look at you. You feel so good.”
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Obi-Wan doesn't hesitate for a moment. The trust he has in Klaus runs deep, perhaps deeper than anywhere else.
He can't say anything to tell Klaus how good this feels, how much he likes it, he can only communicate with his eyes. Locking them on Klaus's, he makes a sound low in his throat, one that rumbles in his chest and vibrates over Klaus's skin, telling him this is good.
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He grunts as he rocks his hips slowly, fucking Obi-Wan's mouth with shallow, careful thrusts. His eyes are so blue, dark with arousal and it's so clear that he's shamelessly enjoying himself. Most people would find it hard to give up control like this, especially someone with a history like Obi-Wan's, and that makes it so much hotter that Obi-Wan is not only indulging him, but loving every second of it.
"That's perfect, darling. God, you're so beautiful," Klaus gasps out, fingers tightening in Obi-Wan's hair. It goes on for a long time, until Klaus is about to come, and then he slides back until his cock slips free, reaching down to drag the pad of his thumb across Obi-Wan's swollen lips.
"I can't get enough of your mouth." And that's why he shifts himself forward, pressing his knees into the floor on either side of Obi-Wan's head and keeping his arms pinned down with his shins. Now he's straddling Obi-Wan's face, thighs spread wide to put his hole just over the man's lips. He curls his thumb around the base of his cock and palms at his balls, lifting them out of the way. "I want it here, too, and then I'll fuck you just like you want. I promise."
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He wishes he could touch Klaus. Grasp him by the hips, pull him down against his face, but Klaus still has him pinned and so Obi-Wan merely flexes his hands and then relaxes them again as he uses his tongue and his lips as best he can. Klaus's skin is still hot beneath his mouth and he moans breathlessly, lapping at Klaus's hole, pressing his tongue inside for a moment and then focusing on that first ring of muscle again, paying as much attention to him as he can stand.
He pulls back to take a breath, but it's only a moment before he turns, face pressed against Klaus, his tongue fucking into him with enjoyment.
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He can tell that Obi-Wan wants his arms free and Klaus wants to see what he'll do with them more than he wants to continue any little power games, so he shifts one leg up and then the other, allowing Obi-Wan to move his arms away from where they've been pinned.
"Don't stop," Klaus gasps out, whimpering as Obi-Wan's beard drags against sensitive skin. He tosses his head back and rocks down against Obi-Wan's face, careful not to smother him even as pleasure surges through him, making him feel a little wild. "Fuck, baby, please don't stop. That's perfect, you're perfect."
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There's something about Klaus that can simply undo Obi-Wan, some part of him that he was taught to keep under wraps. Not out of shame, simply because there were more important things to focus on, and yet now, here in Darrow, with Klaus, he can be every part of himself. Including this one.
He groans against Klaus's ass, then pulls back just slightly to take a breath, using the time to drag his nose and then his tongue against the underside of Klaus's balls.
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He had no idea that it could be like this.
The passion that he and Obi-Wan share never fizzled out like a spent firework like Klaus had thought it might. That’s how it always goes, with very rare exceptions, but not with him. So long they’ve been doing this now. He’s had sex with Obi-Wan more than he’s ever slept with anyone else by a very, very wide margin. And it’s still this good. Not only that, it keeps getting better. He had no idea it was possible.
He’s writhing against Obi-Wan’s face shamelessly, crying out against the onslaught as he clutches at the windowsill. The city stretches out before him, but all that matters is what’s in this room, and who he’s with.
He’s so close to coming, dangerously close, so he slides down Obi-Wan’s body to lean over him on his hands and knees, leaning down to give him a hungry kiss, licking and sucking the taste of himself from Obi-Wan’s mouth. He bites at Obi-Wan’s lips as he feels around under the pillows, fingers closing around the lube that he’d left there.
“Turn around,” Klaus urges, panting as he helps Obi-Wan turn over onto his stomach and then getting lube on his fingers. He feels half-dazed, overwhelmed by the desire he feels, and he bites hard at the top of Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he presses a slick finger inside of him, quickly working to prep him.
“I’m gonna come inside you,” he finds himself saying, nipping at Obi-Wan’s freckled skin as he adds another finger. “Maybe I’ll put that plug in you after. Keep you wet and ready for me all day. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
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A life he had almost given up being a Jedi for and would have, had she asked.
But now other choices have been made for him, written in history, and in his appearance in Darrow. And so they all get to have lives they wouldn't have thought. Much of Obi-Wan's is right here, wrapped up in this man.
"You're full of naughty ideas, aren't you?" he asks with a gasp, the last word breaking as Klaus's fingers push inside of him. He can feel Klaus's teeth against his skin, too, and he groans with pleasure, pushing back against his fingers.
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"Get up on your knees for me, darling," he says as he grabs Obi-Wan's hips and urges him up, letting out a shuddering breath as Obi-Wan's ass tips up, thighs parted to reveal the slick curl of muscle between his cheeks. The sight makes him feel an almost desperate rush of desire, so he stops wasting time and grabs his cock, slicking it with one stroke as he positions himself up on his knees behind Obi-Wan.
Klaus puts one hand on Obi-Wan's lower back to hold him in place as he presses the head of his cock against Obi-Wan's hole and presses inside of him with one quick, smooth thrust, bottoming out and grabbing Obi-Wan's hips as he tips his head back with a low moan.
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"Klaus," he says on an exhale, his name spoken with reverence. Obi-Wan feels utterly full, Klaus's cock inside of him, and he moans breathlessly and rocks back against him. "Please."
It already feels so good. He feels so utterly connected to Klaus, so loved and so in love. Yet every day it gets better, it feels like something more that builds and builds between them.
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“Shh, I’ve got you,” Klaus murmurs, sliding his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair to pull it away from the nape of his neck. “I just want you to feel it, my darling. Let me take care of you.”
He positions himself to one side, resting most of his weight on an elbow and knee as he draws his cock out nearly all the way and then plunges it in again, letting Obi-Wan feel the entire length of it each time. Slow pull back, hard punch forward, over and over again as Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan against the side of Obi-Wan’s neck.
In this moment, Klaus surprises himself by feeling a little possessive. It’s a fleeting thing brought on by the passion of the moment, but he can’t help the thought.
Mine, he thinks. This is all mine.
Obi-Wan isn’t sleeping with anyone else but if he wanted to, Klaus wouldn’t really mind. Sex is just sex until it’s this, until it’s lovemaking, two bodies so connected that they might as well be one. Obi-Wan can fuck whoever he wants, but Klaus is the only one that gets to have this.
“You feel so good,” Klaus whispers against Obi-Wan’s ear, pulling back until just the head of his cock remains in Obi’s body. He stays there for a long moment just to tease him, and the thrusts his hips forward again, sinking in deep as he can and grinding his hips against Obi-Wan’s ass. “I love you, Obi. Fuck, I love you so much. I wanna spend all day inside of you.”
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A gasp slips from between his lips when Klaus pulls out so slowly, making it last, then snaps forward again. He's doing it on purpose, making sure Obi-Wan knows it, and he can't help but laugh as well, the sound rough and pleased. They know each other so well, better than anyone in this city, he thinks, and all this, that knowledge, it's sacred between them.
"I love you," he breathes, pressing back against Klaus, meeting each thrust. "I love you terribly, Klaus."
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Klaus moans and plasters himself against Obi-Wan's back, wrapping an arm around his middle as he rolls them onto their sides without breaking their connection. Their bodies stretch out on their sides along the cushions, legs tangling, and Klaus puts a hand between Obi-Wan's thighs grab under his knee.
"Put your leg up like this," Klaus murmurs as he rests Obi-Wan's thigh on top of his own, opening him up so Klaus can continue to roll his hips, this time with shallower, more steady thrusts. One arm slides Obi-Wan's neck to curl around the front of his shoulders, and his other hand slides down Obi-Wan's chest and stomach to curl around his cock, not stroking but just holding to feet the heat and weight of it in his palm.
"Does that mean that I can stay inside of you all day?" Klaus teases in a low, fond voice, lips brushing Obi-Wan's ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell of it. He's clutching at Obi-Wan as he fucks him, holding tight to the most precious thing that's ever been his. "There's nowhere else I would rather be, sweetheart, than right here with you."
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"Or hungry?" he asks, still managing to tease, even though his entire body feels as if it's alight with pleasure. Klaus's long fingers are wrapped around his cock, and it feels delicious, just that pressure, combined with the sensation of being so utterly full.
He, too, could stay here all day, he thinks. Obi-Wan tilts his head again, twists slightly, nuzzles his nose until the curve of Klaus's throat as he moans softly.
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“I’ll feed you with my fingers,” he continues to tease breathlessly, because he knows that they’ll have to part eventually for essential things, but he loves the thought of staying inside of him for as long as possible, utterly content and whole in the light of this sunbeam.
Obi-Wan seems to enjoy being held like this, tight against Klaus’s chest, so he vows to have more sleepy mornings like this. He’ll try harder to get up before him sometimes, to bring him breakfast and fuck him awake, because Obi-Wan deserves to be taken care of just as much as he takes care of Klaus.
Obi-Wan twists and Klaus lets one hand glide up his chest to loosely cover his throat, holding him there with his palm resting against Obi-Wan’s pulse. His other hand gives Obi-Wan’s cock another squeeze and then lets go only long enough to lift his hand and spit in his palm before returning it, stroking in time with the slow, deep thrusts of his cock.
“Maybe I’ll see how long I can keep you here like this,” he murmurs in Obi-Wan’s ear, nipping playfully at the lobe of it before grunting softly. “Really draw it out.”
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