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When Obi-Wan pulls away from him, Klaus has to remind himself that it's just so they can get out of the car and get inside. After blowing the driver a kiss, Klaus takes Obi's hand and follows him inside, relieved to find the lobby ended. It's the time of night where boring people are already in for the night and the fun ones haven't come home yet. It's this middle ground that Klaus has come to live in with Obi-Wan, and it makes him feel free and safe at the same time.

Once they're in the elevator, Klaus presses the button for their floor and then grabs Obi-Wan's hands to turn him a bit, pressing him back into the corner that he happens to know doesn't show up on the security camera.

"I've always wanted to do this," he says with a grin, kissing Obi-Wan hungrily as he reaches over to hit the emergency stop on the elevator, sending it grinding to a halt as Klaus drops to his knees, tugging his skirt up over them so he can spread them wider.

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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."

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