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“Klaus,” Obi-Wan says breathlessly, steadying himself against the wall of the elevator when it suddenly shudders to a stop. He can’t pretend to be entirely surprised, it’s hardly the first time they’ve engaged in such things in public, but all the same, it’s the touch, the desire that runs through him.

“Always?” he asks, laughing, still breathless. His fingers twine in Klaus’s hair, his thumb smoothing over his cheek at the same time. “All the time we’ve known one another? And we’re only getting around to it now?”

He’s teasing, shivering slightly from anticipation, and he knows they ought not to, someone might need the elevator, yet he doesn’t make any attempt to stop Klaus.

"I was waiting for my moment," Klaus says with a grin, looking up at Obi-Wan as he's touched. Obi-Wan doesn't try to stop him, which is a relief, and Klaus decides not to draw it out or tease, partly because he doesn't want to hold up the elevator for long enough for maintenance to take notice, but mostly it's because he wants to do this so badly.

Klaus unbuckles Obi-Wan's belt and opens his pants, licking his lips as he tugs Obi-Wan's underwear down to hook underneath his balls. His cock springs free, thick and red and wet at the head, and Klaus groans he curls his fingers around it and licks at the head, eyes falling shut as he takes Obi's cock into his mouth.

Almost immediately, he starts bobbing up and down, humming around the thickness of it. When his eyes open again, he gives Obi-Wan a meaningful look and reaches back to cross his wrists at the small of his back, wanting Obi-Wan to take control.

They really should not be behaving in such a manner in a public and shared space like this and, were he not still at least partly under the influence of the chocolates, Obi-Wan likes to think he would have more self-control. But in this moment, all he can do is let his head thump back against the wall of the elevator, allowing it to take his weight and support him, then push his fingers through Klaus's hair.

"Stars," he breathes and he knows what Klaus wants, but he also knows they can't get carried away right here and now. Still, he holds the back of Klaus's head and rolls his hips, his cock sinking deeper into Klaus's mouth.

When Obi-Wan's cock slides across his tongue, Klaus lets out an eager moan and relaxes his throat, pushing forward so Obi-Wan's cock can sink into it. Klaus takes him deeper and deeper until his nose is buried in soft curls, pressed against pubic bone.

He stays there for a long moment, staring up at Obi-Wan with glassy eyes, and it's only when his lungs demand it that he pulls back with a wet gasp. Pulling away is nearly impossible, but he knows that he can't get what he wants in this elevator, so he'll have to be patient until they get into the apartment.

Klaus stands up and kisses Obi-Wan messily, biting at his lip as he reaches over to hit the button again. The elevator lurches back into motion and Klaus carefully tucks Obi-Wan's hard cock back into his slacks, fasting the button but leaving his belt undone.

"Oops, that was so naughty of me," Klaus teases in a rough voice, winking and pulling away as the elevator doors open on their floor. He pulls up his long, black velvet skirt enough to practically run down the hallway towards their door, skipping happily every few paces. "I should be punished!"

Somehow, Obi-Wan makes his legs work. Somehow, he follows Klaus down the hall to the apartment they share —- because they do share it, living there together even if they sometimes live apart —- and he unlocks the door with a wave of his hand. He doesn’t want to punish Klaus, even in the playful sense. What he wants is to pin Klaus beneath him and love him in every possible way until they’re both utterly spent.

But he knows, too, what Klaus likes and so another wave of his hand opens the door as he comes down the hall, almost as if in pursuit.

“Get inside,” he commands in a rough voice. “And into the bedroom.”

Klaus knows Obi-Wan wouldn't actually punish him for anything, but it's still a fun little game to play. He's unsurprised when the apartment door unlocks and swings open, and he just skids to a stop and grabs the frame so he can enter, immediately kicking off his shoes.

Obi-Wan's command sends a flare of heat through him, and Klaus lets out a shuddering breath as he walks down the hall to their bedroom, reaching up to pull the ties from his hair so that his curls spring free.

He hits the light switch as he goes into the bedroom, sliding the dimmer down a little before heading for the middle of the bed. He hikes his skirt up over his knees so he can crawl up onto the bed, positioning himself shamelessly on his knees and elbows, ass in the air as he twists to look over his shoulder at the door.

Klaus knows that he makes a pretty picture, and he wants to be able to see Obi-Wan's face when he sees it.

There is no denying that Klaus is a stunning man, beautiful in every way, and Obi-Wan desires him, though he knows there are Jedi who would say he mustn't. Such things have always been out of Obi-Wan's reach, the utter sense of detachment he knows he's meant to feel, and here in Darrow he needn't reach for it like he used to. Instead, he can allow himself to enjoy this life.

But when he reaches the bed, he puts his arm around Klaus and flips him onto his back. He makes a pretty picture, of course, but Obi-Wan wants to look at him, wants to see him.

"Like this," he says. "I need to look at you."

When Obi-Wan comes into the room, Klaus's breath catches in anticipation and he wriggles his ass a little, expecting to be pressed against from behind. Instead, Obi-Wan flips him around and Klaus gasps in pleasure as he falls back against the bed, toes curling as he stares up at Obi-Wan's face.

His hard cock tents the soft fabric of his skirt and he raises his knees, stretching the fabric between them as he throws his arms up over his head to put himself on display, pale skin peeking out from behind dark red lace.

"Anything you want," Klaus pleads breathlessly, eyes dark with lust. "Please just touch me."

Klaus should know he never needs to ask for such a thing more than once and before the words are even entirely out of his mouth, Obi-Wan is hovering over him, capturing his mouth in a kiss. He tastes of chocolate, with just a hint of alcohol, and Obi-Wan realizes he can't even remember what they had done with their drinks in their haste to get back here. For all he knows, their empty glasses are rolling around in the footwells of the car that had drive them.

He also doesn't particularly care. Not right now. Not while he's pushing up the lace of Klaus's shirt, pressing kisses against his warm, smooth skin, his lips tracing a path along his ribs. He lets out a shaking exhale, overcome with want, as he urges Klaus to take off the top.

At the same time, one hand slides beneath the skirt, his palm gliding over Klaus's knee, then his thigh, up toward his hip where he can already feel the heat of Klaus's cock without even touching him.

Klaus presses up into the kiss, nipping at Obi-Wan's bottom lip as he pulls away to make his way down Klaus's body. He pulls the shirt up and even though it's delicate and should be unbuttoned, he doesn't much care if he ruins it. He can always buy another shirt, and on some level, he must have hoped that it would happen just like this.

He tosses the shirt aside but leaves on the black lace gloves for now, because he likes how he must look in just them and his skirt, pushed up over his knees as he spreads them shamelessly wide apart. Obi-Wan's hand slides up his thigh, so close to where he wants it, and he lets out a needy whimper as the man's beard drags across the skin of his belly.

"I fingered myself before we left," he admits breathlessly. It's not unusual for him to prep himself at least a little before they go to a party, because when it comes to anal sex, it's better to prepare for spontaneity. Klaus tells Obi-Wan this because he likes how Obi-Wan always reacts to the news. He isn't a possessive man, no, but he must like knowing that thinks of him when he has his slick fingers in himself. "I'm wet for you, Obi. Can you feel it?"

“Yes,” he breathes in a soft voice, pressing another kiss to Klaus’s ribs before he moves up his body again, settling between his thighs. He’s still wearing too many layers, there’s still far too much material between them, but he still wraps an arm around Klaus’s shoulders, dragging their bodies together so they can kiss.

“I love you,” he says against Klaus’s lips before finally beginning to undress himself. With one hand, still kissing Klaus, he begins to unbutton his shirt. It slips off his shoulders and Obi-Wan shakes it off and onto the floor. Then he uses the same hand, pressing it between them so he can undo his belt, his trousers. Somehow he does this all without moving away, without breaking the kiss.

"I love you," he repeats breathlessly, because as mindless with lust as is, those are still three words that can never go unanswered. He spent so long trying to deny that it was try, and then trying to avoid saying it at all, but now they come so easily from his lips, because how could they not? It's Obi.

Klaus tries to help with Obi-Wan's clothes, tugging at his shirt and pulling at the slacks with his feet to try and drag them down, all while licking into Obi-Wan's mouth and tasting the faintest hint of chocolate on his tongue. He lets go of Obi-Wan only long enough to tug his skirt up over his waist, turning his head to bite at the tip of one of his fingers and tug off one of his gloves.

After spitting out the lace, he grabs the back of Obi-Wan's neck to pull him another hungry kiss, rockling his hips eagerly up against him. "I love you, baby, please."

It takes them a few moments, not entirely frantic but certainly uncoordinated enough, but then Obi-Wan has disrobed completely. Klaus’s skin against his is hot, fiery even, and he moans as they kiss. With one hand, Obi-Wan reaches out, and with a bit of focus, their bottle of lubricant flies into his hand.

Hardly what he was trained for, but he can’t be expected not to use the Force in a moment like this.

He sits back after one more kiss, shifting between Klaus’s thighs so he can open the lubricant, spilling some into his hand. While he’s not an impatient man, Obi-Wan’s hand is shaking slightly as he slicks his cock, then leans over Klaus once more.

“Stars,” he murmurs, lips moving across Klaus’s jaw, his throat, as he nudges the head of his cock against Klaus’s hole.

Every second that Obi-Wan’s cock isn’t inside of him feels longer than the last, and Klaus feels like he’s going a little insane. He needs it, needs it more than anything, and he lets out a needy cry as Obi finally, finally positions his clock exactly where it needs to be.

Klaus throws his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist and rocks down as he drags Obi-Wan’s hips forward, spearing himself on that big, beautiful cock and Klaus lets out a loud, satisfied moan. Being full soothes the madness in his mind, slightly clears the haze of his need, and he swallows hard as he digs his nails into the skin over Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“Fuck, that’s perfect. I love you,” he pants out. “I love this.”

The way Klaus moves makes Obi-Wan feel as if he’s drowning. Lost in this sensation he had been told for so long he must avoid and yet if he would have left the Jedi order for Satine, had she asked, what wouldn’t he do for this man here? This wonderful man he’s been able to have so much more of a life with than he and Satine had ever been able to experience.

“I love you,” he breathes, one hand fisted in the sheets beneath Klaus, the other holding his hip. He ducks his head, pressing their foreheads together. His hips roll, pressing himself deeper into Klaus’s body, the heat of him overwhelming, and Obi-Wan groans low in his throat. He can feel Klaus’s breath against his lips, he can still practically taste him as he begins to thrust in earnest, burying himself inside Klaus over and over.

Klaus spent so long chasing pleasure and distraction, something to free his mind of darkness and pain for even a few minutes. He went from person to person chasing that high, and he had thought that he had stopped being surprised by sex. Sure, it was mostly always good, but he knew it was a temporary thing before he'd go onto the next.

Or at least, that's how he used to be.

Sex with Obi-Wan is always good, and even though Klaus has had sex with this man more times than any other partner by far, he still feels blown away by it. He still wonders how it can be this good.

Klaus hates to admit it, but he's pretty sure it's love. Obi-Wan looks at him not like just another body but a person, like Klaus is his favorite person, and Klaus knows that he can be fucked within an inch of his life and be held after, understood an trusted and cared for. He spends most days feeling like he's won some sort of lottery.

"Yeah, just like that," he gasps out, clutching at Obi-Wan's sides and letting out another loud cry, eyes rolling back a little before he closes them for a moment, breathing out as he gives himself over to the pleasure. "Like that, Obi."

Pleasing Klaus is everything Obi-Wan wants and the sounds he makes, the way he speaks, it only drives Obi-Wan’s own pleasure. Klaus’s voice turns him on as much as his body, the way he’s so open with his words, how readily he expresses himself and expresses his needs.

It makes him feel wanted. Loved. It makes him feel trusted, which somehow turns him on more than anything else.

Obi-Wan slips one hand between them, fingers wrapping around the hard length of Klaus’s cock. He’s burning hot in Obi-Wan’s grip, his skin smooth and hard, and Obi-Wan tightens his grip, stroking as he fucks into Klaus again, deeper and harder.

Usually, Klaus has a pretty good handle on his stamina. He’s had a lot of practice, after all, and doesn’t have much trouble holding himself back to draw things out. Usually.

But sometimes, Obi-Wan makes him feel like a teenager again, like he has no control over his body at all. He’s shiny and new and this is the best thing that will ever happen to him. Nothing has ever felt this good. Over and over again, Obi-Wan makes him feel this way.

His body barely gives him any warning before he’s coming with a wild cry that feels loud enough to shake the walls, back arching as he spurts across Obi’s fist and his own skin, making a mess between them. It feels so good that his vision blurs and his breath catches in his chest, toes curling as his nails dig into Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“Don’t come yet,” Klaus pants out as soon as he can get a breath in, pushing at Obi-Wan until his cock slips free and Klaus can roll them over so that Obi-Wan is the one on his back. Klaus drags his skirt up and climbs astride Obi-Wan’s hips, reaching back to position his cock and sink back onto it. In this position, he feels even more full, and he throws his head back with a moan and he starts to rock a little, wanting to revel in the sensation.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, skirt hooked over his wet cock as he reaches back to brace his hands on Obi-Wan’s thighs. “You fill me up so good, sweetheart.”

It's only Klaus's demand that he not come yet that keeps Obi-Wan from doing exactly that. Pleasure ripples through him, but he focuses, grounds himself, and instead just watches Klaus, watches how amazing he is, how beautiful. And then he lets himself be pushed onto his back, he helps guide Klaus into place and then moans, head back against the mattress when he feels Klaus sink onto him again.

"You feel amazing," he breathes, lifting his head once more so he can properly look. He looks amazing, too, undone and beautiful. It's nearly enough to send Obi-Wan back to the edge, but he can hold off a little longer because it's what Klaus wants.

He curls his hands over Klaus's thighs, holding onto him, and digs his feet into the mattress to help with leverage. Every time Klaus comes down, he thrusts, driving himself in deeper.

Now that Klaus has come, he feels a little more clear-headed, funnily enough. He feels amazing, tinging with pleasure from his head to his toes as Obi-Wan thrusts hard into his sensitive hole, filling him over and over again. It's too much and stunningly perfect all at once, and Klaus lets out another moan as he leans forward to press his hands against Obi-Wan's shoulders.

The sounds their bodies make as they meet is obscene and beautiful all at once, and Klaus thinks that maybe he could come again, or maybe he's jut stuck there at the height of it, letting it go on and on. A part of him wants to see how long he could draw it out, keeping Obi-Wan right there at the edge, but he sees the look on Obi-Wan's face. He's so close, holding back only because Klaus asked him to, and to Klaus, that's romance.

"Do you want to come inside me?" Klaus asks in a sultry voice, flipping his hair over one shoulder as he leans down to press a messy kiss against Obi-Wan's mouth, whimpering quietly against it. "I love that you're the only one who ever has," he admits in the sacred space between their mouths, reaching up to cup the side of Obi-Wan's head in one hand. "Give it to me, sweetheart."

It's exactly what he wants and Obi-Wan isn't at all surprised that he doesn't even need to say it. Klaus knows what he wants, what he needs, and a shudder runs through Obi-Wan when Klaus leans close and says those wonderful words.

He's not a possessive man, he doesn't believe that particular act shared between them means he owns any part of Klaus, and yet it feels special all the same. It feels as if they've shared something together they'll never give to another.

Surging off the bed for another kiss as his orgasm rolls through him, Obi-Wan groans into Klaus's mouth. He shudders with pleasure, spilling inside of Klaus's body, emptying into the tight heat surrounding him.

Klaus knows that he doesn't belong to anybody, but he belongs with this man. Regardless of what they do with their bodies, they have forged such a deep connection. It goes beyond the physical, beyond even the romantic. Obi-Wan is a part of him, and that's why Klaus likes it so much when Obi-Wan comes inside of him. It's something that is only theirs.

Obi-Wan pushes up and Klaus wraps his arms around Obi's shoulders, holding onto him tightly as he comes. It's such a beautiful thing; the way he shakes, the sounds he makes, and Klaus presses his mouth to Obi-Wan's cheek, moaning softly as his cock pulses deep him.

Eventually, Klaus urges Obi-Wan back down against the mattress and settles on top of him, keeping Obi-Wan's cock inside of him as he lifts his head to give the man a long, lingering kiss.

It doesn't take much to convince Obi-Wan to lie back down on the bed and he drops against the mattress, exhaling slowly as his arms spread out to either side. His eyes close, but he still meets Klaus's mouth for that long kiss, smiling into it.

"While I greatly disapprove of someone putting a substance into food or drink without telling anyone else, I can't say I mind the effects of it," he says with a laugh, then opens his eyes. "Although I also must say, I'm never in need of such things when it comes to you."

"Mm, he did tell me they were special aphrodisiac," Klaus murmurs, kissing lazily along Obi-Wan's throat and licking a drop of sweat from just under his ear. The words make him smile and he lifts his head, kissing Obi-Wan's chin before looking into his eyes.

"Neither do I, but that was very fun." He is in no hurry to let Obi-Wan leave his body, and he lets out a pleased hum at the wet, intimate feeling of Obi-Wan's spent cock inside of him.

"There are still two left," Klaus says brightly, wiggling his eyebrows and kissing Obi-Wan's cheek. "We should save them for a special occasion."

Obi-Wan smiles and strokes both his palms down Klaus’s back as he nods. “Yes, alright,” he agrees. With the possibility of the effects having been a surprise taken away, Obi-Wan finds himself more interested in the chocolates.

Not now, of course, he’s rather exhausted in a pleasant, quiet sort of way. But in the future, with a plan, he’s much more interested.

“I think that’s a good idea,” he says. “I think I’m rather keen on that, my darling.”

Obi-Wan's obvious interest in the idea makes Klaus grin, and he hums happily as strong hands glide across his cooling skin. He's also quite thrilled with the plan, excited to eat the chocolates somewhere safe, where it's just the two of them and various different surfaces that they'll have to disinfect after.

"It's a date," he murmurs, kissing Obi-Wan softly and letting the press of their mouths linger. Eventually, he slowly shifts to let Obi-Wan's cock fall from his body, and he takes a deep breath as he adjusts to the loss, feeling warm and sticky and satisfied. He shifts to Obi-Wan's side, draping himself along Obi-Wan's body and resting his hand on the other man's chest.

"I had a lot of fun tonight." His fingers slide along Obi-Wan's chest, through the soft hair there, and he looks up at Obi-Wan's face with a soft, open expression. "I've never spent two Valentine's Days with the one person before," he says quietly. Obi-Wan knows this about him, but he still wants to say it out loud. "Sometimes I can't believe how long I've gotten to have you."

"I am very difficult to hold onto," Obi-Wan teases, rubbing his hand up and down Klaus's back slowly. He drags his fingertips over Klaus's spine, then back down again, bumping over each vertebrae gently as he goes.

He's quiet for a moment, thoughtful, then he says, "I never imagined I would have such a relationship either. With Satine, it was impossible, as I've told you. And then there was so much else going on in my life, not the least of which was my responsibilities to Anakin. There was a war and for three years, all I thought of was trying to defend the Republic."

But Darrow has changed everything. Everything.

"I believe that I'm the squirmy one," Klaus volleys back, feeling so at peace as he lies there in Obi-Wan's arms. Every single day, he's astounded that he's found this.

"We don't have to fight anymore," he says quietly, looking up and resting his chin on Obi-Wan's chest. He reaches up to touch Obi-Wan's jaw, combing through his beard with the tips of his fingers. "We get to have this. Yeah, maybe we're stuck here, but--"

He laughs a little and shrugs, leaning in to press a kiss to Obi-Wan's mouth. "I'll take it if it means that I get to be with you."