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terriblymisguided) wrote2022-07-26 05:30 pm
terriblymisguided) wrote2022-07-26 05:30 pm
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lady in red (for obi-wan)
When Obi-Wan leaves without so much as a kiss goodbye, Klaus lets out a delighted cackle and quickly springs into action. He doesn't want to make Obi-Wan wait too long, but he has much to do and besides, the anticipation will be part of it, surely.
After depositing the shopping bags on the bed, he undresses and hops into the shower, where he cleans all his bits and then shaves his legs and his pits, because dealing with the eventual prickle of it all growing back will be worth it, he thinks.
He gets out of the shower and puts his hair up in a towel before shaving his face, too. He looks so much younger without facial hair, he thinks, but also more feminine. That isn't always what he wants, but tonight it is. He isn't doing this just for Obi-Wan, but for himself, too. It's fun to play a part and dress up in something sleek and sexy, especially when he knows that he'll get fantastic sex afterward.
His hair air dries as he puts on makeup-- a dark and dramatic smokey eye with blood red lips, contouring his cheekbones to make his features look sharper. It's what he imagines a wicked seductress from the dark side might look like, and he blows himself a kiss before turning away from the mirror.
Before getting dressed, Klaus slicks his fingers and opens himself up quickly and efficiently, and then pulls out the sleek chrome plug that Obi-Wan bought for him the previous year. The jewel at the end is purple, which doesn't quite match, but purple is what happens when red and blue mix together, so it'll do just fine.
He slips the toy into place and then slicks his hair back into a low bun before tackling the outfit. It's a little complicated, as any article of clothing made out of strips of black leather and vinyl might be, but eventually he gets it on and pulls out the handkerchiefs before stepping in front of the full length mirror.
"Wow," he says to his own reflection, because not to toot his own horn or anything, but he looks sexy as hell, like a dominatrix. Like something from the dark side.
He tucks one of the pieces of red silk into a strap that sits just below his hips, fiddling with it until it resembles something like a loin cloth. Another gets folded and tied around his bicep. The last one gets wrapped and tucked around the length of his riding crop to make it resemble a red lightsaber. The final touch is stepping into a pair of black heels, and then he's ready.
He blows his reflection a kiss and then pulls on a long black coat, the same he arrived in the city wearing, and calls a car to meet him downstairs. The ride is uneventful, spent quietly with Klaus thinking about what's about to happen and ignoring the curiously lustly glances the female driver keeps giving him in the rearview mirror.
Once they get to the school, Klaus thanks her and removes his coat once she's driven away, stashing it somewhere to be retrieved later before he starts walking toward the front door of the school. Obi-Wan may be watching, so he puts a bit of extra sass into his stride, confident and cocky, chin up, shoulders back, hips swaying as he holds the riding crop down at his side like a blade.
"Kenobi, darling," he calls out in a singsongy, challenging sort of voice, finding it quite easy to slip into a sultry, seductive sort of character. "Come out to play."
After depositing the shopping bags on the bed, he undresses and hops into the shower, where he cleans all his bits and then shaves his legs and his pits, because dealing with the eventual prickle of it all growing back will be worth it, he thinks.
He gets out of the shower and puts his hair up in a towel before shaving his face, too. He looks so much younger without facial hair, he thinks, but also more feminine. That isn't always what he wants, but tonight it is. He isn't doing this just for Obi-Wan, but for himself, too. It's fun to play a part and dress up in something sleek and sexy, especially when he knows that he'll get fantastic sex afterward.
His hair air dries as he puts on makeup-- a dark and dramatic smokey eye with blood red lips, contouring his cheekbones to make his features look sharper. It's what he imagines a wicked seductress from the dark side might look like, and he blows himself a kiss before turning away from the mirror.
Before getting dressed, Klaus slicks his fingers and opens himself up quickly and efficiently, and then pulls out the sleek chrome plug that Obi-Wan bought for him the previous year. The jewel at the end is purple, which doesn't quite match, but purple is what happens when red and blue mix together, so it'll do just fine.
He slips the toy into place and then slicks his hair back into a low bun before tackling the outfit. It's a little complicated, as any article of clothing made out of strips of black leather and vinyl might be, but eventually he gets it on and pulls out the handkerchiefs before stepping in front of the full length mirror.
"Wow," he says to his own reflection, because not to toot his own horn or anything, but he looks sexy as hell, like a dominatrix. Like something from the dark side.
He tucks one of the pieces of red silk into a strap that sits just below his hips, fiddling with it until it resembles something like a loin cloth. Another gets folded and tied around his bicep. The last one gets wrapped and tucked around the length of his riding crop to make it resemble a red lightsaber. The final touch is stepping into a pair of black heels, and then he's ready.
He blows his reflection a kiss and then pulls on a long black coat, the same he arrived in the city wearing, and calls a car to meet him downstairs. The ride is uneventful, spent quietly with Klaus thinking about what's about to happen and ignoring the curiously lustly glances the female driver keeps giving him in the rearview mirror.
Once they get to the school, Klaus thanks her and removes his coat once she's driven away, stashing it somewhere to be retrieved later before he starts walking toward the front door of the school. Obi-Wan may be watching, so he puts a bit of extra sass into his stride, confident and cocky, chin up, shoulders back, hips swaying as he holds the riding crop down at his side like a blade.
"Kenobi, darling," he calls out in a singsongy, challenging sort of voice, finding it quite easy to slip into a sultry, seductive sort of character. "Come out to play."