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Admittedly, this holiday makes even less sense to Obi-Wan than the others that have been explained to him thus far in Darrow. At least birthdays and Christmas and New Year's Eve have significance in terms of family and the turning over of a new leaf, so to speak, while Valentine's Day seems to be a day based solely in capitalism and commercialism.

He can't even begin to comprehend the winged babies who carry a bow and arrow he's seen depicted in a good number of decorations across the city.

His lack of understanding hasn't prevented him from buying Klaus a box of dark chocolate covered strawberries from a candy shop and bakery near his apartment. Earlier in the day he had stopped there, staring at the treats through the window, then he had gone inside on a whim, knowing Klaus would like them regardless of whether or not they had anything to do with the day itself.

What he's most interested in at this point is the meteor. He's heard a bit of gossip regarding it and it seems that a select group of people believe it's going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything, which Obi-Wan finds extremely unlikely. The chances of an impact event large enough to wipe out life are extremely low, though he supposes it isn't impossible. In either case, he sees little reason to worry. He's doubtful it will happen and if it does, there's nothing to be done about it at this late stage.

However, any sort of meteor may eventually be visible in the night sky and so it's with this plan in mind that he walks to the Hargreeves house, the box of chocolates held in his hands. Klaus had assured him the roof of the house would be the best place to watch him and he can't disagree. The roof of his own building was already filled with people when he set out half an hour earlier.

When he gets close, he sends Klaus a text message to let him know he's near, then heads for the front door to politely knock.

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"Hm, now that you mention it, I suppose there are other upsides," he teases, nudging his nose against Obi-Wan's and cupping his cheeks to give him a soft kiss. "It did feel pretty amazing, didn't it?"

He kisses Obi-Wan again and then pushes him back onto the bed, crawling over him on all fours and reaching out to grab the lube from his nightstand. Holding it in his fist, he plants it into the bed next to Obi-Wan's shoulder and leans down to kiss him again, a little deeper this time.

"Maybe we should try again," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth, nipping lightly at his bottom lip. "Just to be sure."

After another kiss, Klaus sits up on his knees and slicks his fingers, smiling as he reaches down to drag them down the length of Obi-Wan's cock. It's still mostly soft, and Klaus waits for it to start to thicken before giving it a few slow strokes. "What do you think?"

Though Klaus's hands have become familiar over the past several months, Obi-Wan hasn't gotten used to them so much as he's begun to crave them. When he thinks about being intimate with anyone, it's always Klaus who comes to mind. His hands, his mouth, the feel of his skin and the shift of his muscles. Obi-Wan will lay no claim on Klaus and would never expect to, but he doesn't feel any particular to desire for anyone else.

Perhaps with Klaus present, it might be different. But then Klaus would still be there, he would still be the driving influence behind Obi-Wan's desire.

Now isn't the time for such thoughts. Now all he wants is to focus on how Klaus's hands feel as they stroke his cock, slowly bringing it to hardness, and he shivers with pleasure, biting his lip as he tilts his head and looks at Klaus. Beautiful, brilliant Klaus who has done so much for him and so much for himself. Obi-Wan doesn't know if he's ever met someone as determined and resilient as Klaus.

"Yes," he murmurs, his hands gliding up Klaus's thighs as he pushes up onto his elbows so he can kiss Klaus before falling back against the bed once more. "Let's try again. As many times as possible."

The way that Obi-Wan looks at Klaus threatens to undo him sometimes. No one has ever looked at Klaus like Obi does, like he's the only person in the entire world. The love is so clearly visible in his gaze, and Klaus loses himself in it for a moment, unwavering until Obi-Wan leans up to kiss him.

He blinks and then smiles, watching Obi-Wan as he settles back onto the bed. He's just so beautiful in a way that Klaus can never seem to get used to. It strikes him over and over again, taking his breath away. The crystal blue of his eyes, the charming crookedness of his teeth, the distinguished strands of gray at his temples. All of these small things add up to make up the most perfect thing that Klaus has ever seen.

It feels like he can't wait another second to have Obi-Wan inside of him, and he remembers that he doesn't have to. He's still open enough that he doesn't bother fingering himself. Instead, he just positions himself over Obi-Wan's cock and stares down at his face as he lowers himself down onto it, groaning softly as he sinks down all the way, taking Obi-Wan as deeply into his body as possible.

"Yeah, pretty good," he breathes out with a grin, resting one hand on Obi-Wan's stomach as he rocks his hips a bit, adjusting to the size of him. "Fuck, you have the most perfect cock, do you know that? Just absolute top shelf, and it feels even better like this."

"Stars," Obi-Wan breathes as Klaus sinks down onto him. He has to remember they're inside now, with Klaus's siblings not all that far away, some of them just on the other side of the wall. He has to make the effort to not be quite so loud as they had been on the roof, but it just feels so incredibly good, the heat of Klaus's body around his cock, the rocking of his hips, even the press of his palm against Obi-Wan's stomach.

He is so terribly in love with this man. So deeply, utterly in love with him. He hadn't expected it to happen and perhaps this is part of why it feels so all encompassing, so wonderfully overwhelming, having this chance again, one he thought had long ago left his life.

"Look at you," he murmurs, sliding his hands up Klaus's thighs again before he lifts his hips, pressing himself deeper into Klaus's body. "You're incredible. Absolutely stunning."

Though it's quite the sight, seeing Klaus astride him like he is, Obi-Wan wants to touch him, wants to be physically close to him. He rises from the bed once more, the muscles in his abdomen contracting against Klaus's palm, then wraps his arm around Klaus's waist and braces one hand against the bed. "Look at you," he breathes again before pressing his mouth to Klaus's shoulder, his teeth pressing against skin as he uses the support of the bed to push up again, thrusting up into Klaus.

Obi-Wan thrusts up into him and Klaus whimpers, though he isn't sure if it's from the pleasure or the way that Obi is looking at him, eyes wide and so, so blue. Obi looks at him and Klaus feels helpless, swept away by this all-consuming love and desire, but he knows that he's safe all the same. He doesn't have to be afraid of this, not anymore, because it's mutual and strong and nothing that Klaus could protect himself from would make not having these moments worth it.

He needs this, needs Obi-Wan, and he knows that he's not supposed to. He knows that Obi-Wan isn't supposed to need him like Klaus knows that he does, but he can't bring himself to regret messing up the carefully constructed order in Obi-Wan's life. It feels like they were meant to find each other and somehow, in this strange little bubble outside of time and space, they have.

Obi-Wan sits up and Klaus wraps his arms around Obi's shoulders, pressing his mouth against Obi's temple to muffle a whimper as he's fucked so beautifully, each thrust striking a spot within him that makes him see stars behind his eyelids. He pulls back enough to cup Obi-Wan's cheek, staring at him as he bites his lip to stifle another moan.

"You make me feel so good," Klaus pants out quietly, and he doesn't just mean the sex. Obi-Wan makes him feel good in a myriad of ways, makes him feel important and smart and cared for, like he matters not just to Obi-Wan but to the world in general. It's dizzying sometimes, just how good Obi-Wan makes him feel.

"I love you," he gasps out, whimpering at a particularly well placed thrust, just before he catches Obi-Wan's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Those are words he never expected to hear again. Not after losing Satine. The way they sound from Klaus's lips makes Obi-Wan feel all over again as if he's been pulled open with the most delicate touch, as if parts of him have been peeled back layer by layer, each one treated like something special. His life has been good in every possible way, so much of what he wanted had come true, he had been a Jedi Master, trained a brilliant Padawan, he had been happy.

But he would have left it all behind in a second if Satine had asked him to.

And now he's here again, willing to leave it behind for Klaus. Willing to try a new approach to this life he's been so deeply involved with for such a terribly long time. He doesn't regret any of it.

In this position, he can't touch Klaus quite like he wants to, but it feels so good and he can't stop yet. His hand braced against the bed gives him leverage to thrust up into Klaus, into the impossible heat of him, and he moans into the kiss and then his head tips back, his eyes closed as his chest heaves with each breath.

Klaus never thought he would love anyone like this again. He was certain of it, absolutely certain that his heart would remain closed off in that way forever, but then along came Obi-Wan. He wasn't expecting this kind man with his warm eyes and soft smile, was expecting even less that such a man would take a genuine interest in him, let alone fall for him, but that's what happened. He couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted to.

Now they're here, unable to keep their hands off of each other, fucking each other bare, which is another thing that Klaus said he would never do. Obi-Wan is the exception to so many of his rules, blowing past every barrier that he had constructed around himself. And Klaus couldn't be happier for it.

Obi-Wan's head tips back and Klaus stares at him, so obvious and open with his pleasure, and Klaus's thighs tremble as he lifts himself up to meet each thrust. He reaches between their bodies to fist his cock, ducking his head to press his mouth to the juncture of Obi-Wan's neck and shoulder, biting to keep from crying out as pleasure builds at the base of his spine, growing hotter and hotter.

"Obi," he breathes out, biting down again as he shudders in Obi's grasp, coming between them with a muffled whimper.

"Stars, Klaus, yes," Obi-Wan breathes, using the strength of his arm to help, to move together with him. The press of Klaus's teeth against his shoulder makes him moan and he knows he's meant to be keeping his voice down and he's trying, he truly is, but he feels things with Klaus he hasn't felt in such a very long time.

This is much more hurried than earlier, almost rushed, and yet that makes it feel even better, too. Like they can't stop, they can't help but want each other, and Obi-Wan wonders if there had ever been a chance this wasn't going to happen. If some turn of events on one of their first nights together might have changed the outcome.

If so, he's so deeply grateful it didn't happen. Because this is wonderful and important and he will do whatever he want to make Klaus feel just how wonderful and important for as long as he wants Obi-Wan.

"I love you," he breathes, feeling the way Klaus's muscles tense around him as he comes. "Oh, kriff, Klaus, you feel so incredible and I- I love you, I-" His words catch, his breath catches as he buries himself in Klaus, coming with a low moan.

"Shh, shh, I know," Klaus whispers with a fond laugh, catching Obi-Wan's face with a hand on his cheek and pressing their mouths together, smiling against Obi's lips to try and keep him quiet. Obi's cock pulses inside of him, emptying into him, and Klaus lets out a pleased him, biting softly at Obi's bottom lip before pulling back to look at him.

He feels sated and nearly giddy, and he presses Obi-Wan back by the shoulders until he's flat against the bed again. Klaus follows after him, keeping Obi-Wan inside of his body as he settles on top of him, threading his fingers through Obi-Wan's and lifting their joined hands to pin them against the bed above Obi-Wan's head.

"You're quite loud," he teases in a stage whisper, chuckling as he presses soft, fond kisses all over Obi-Wan's face, biting playfully at the tip of his nose.

"I am not," Obi-Wan protests, although he suspects he may have been, if only for a moment. If anyone is to blame, however, it's most certainly Klaus, for being incredible and wonderful, for feeling as good as he does. For having caused Obi-Wan to fall in love with him in the first place.

His arms stretch overhead when Klaus threads their fingers and he laughs softly at the scrape of teeth on his nose, wrinkling it slightly under the pressure. The way they're lying now, he can feel the warmth of where Klaus has come between them, his own cock still pressed inside of Klaus's body, the two of them still connected, still wrapped up in one another.

He turns his head to kiss Klaus properly, his lips soft, his breathing slowly returning to normal, his hands tightening on Klaus's where they lay above his head. He kisses him slowly, thoroughly, then whispers, "I love you," against his mouth.

When their mouths meet again, Klaus lets go of one of Obi's hands to touch his face instead, carding his fingers through the soft hair at Obi's temple. Klaus shivers pleasantly at that soft utterance, pressing his smile to Obi-Wan's mouth.

"I know you do," he whispers back. It's important that Obi-Wan hears that too, he thinks. Sometimes it seems unreal to him, like more than he ever could have dreamed of. Sometimes he doesn't know why, but he believes Obi-Wan when he says that he loves Klaus. He doesn't doubt it for a second. Not only tells he tell Klaus, but he shows him every day.

"I love you too, Obi-Wan Kenobi," he says with a grin, because saying his name never gets old. "I love you, and this cute little beauty mark," he adds, pressing his lips to the dark spot on his cheekbone. "And this very impressive beard."

"Oh, I'm glad you like it," Obi-Wan answers with a laugh, pressing his cheek into Klaus's palm. Though they've just had sex and Obi-Wan knows the day in particular is meant to celebrate romance, he's learned by now that Klaus doesn't mind when he speaks of Satine. Being able to speak of her so freely is actually a wonderful thing, something he'd had no idea he needed the way he does.

Like so much of what he's experienced with Klaus, it's wonderfully freeing.

"Satine hated it," he admits, grinning. "She said she didn't like that it covered my handsome face. And those were her exact words, I would never presume to call myself handsome."

He's aware of how he looks, that people do appreciate it, but it had never been something he had considered for long. It had never really mattered terribly much and it still doesn't. Klaus's opinion is the only one he truly cares about at all.

"Hm, well. Maybe she had a point," Klaus teases, smiling at Obi-Wan as he reaches up to give his beard a playful tug. It truly doesn't bother Klaus to have Satine mentioned, even here in this intimate moment, because she is a part of Obi-Wan. Klaus cannot truly love him without accepting her place in his heart.

"Because of course you're very handsome, and now you're telling me that there is even more handsome underneath all of this?" He traces his fingertip along Obi's bottom lip, and then twists one end of his mustache. "More cute moles? Now I am curious and I want to see all of your face."

He does think that he'd like to see all of Obi-Wan's face, and that he would like good with stubble (because he looks good always), but he would never ask Obi-Wan to change how he looks for Klaus. It wouldn't even occur to him. He's just teasing.

"If I shave entirely, I look like a child," Klaus says with a laugh, rubbing his chin against Obi-Wan's shoulder. "I'm not just shaving off hair, but a whole decade."

"Oh, well, that I would like to see," Obi-Wan says, smiling as Klaus rubs his chin on his shoulder. "You can't simply tease something like that and then not follow through."

He doesn't expect it at all, would never want Klaus to change anything about himself just because Obi-Wan wanted to see something. He would also never presume to expect Klaus would keep himself looking a certain way because Obi-Wan does like it. No matter how many he enjoys Klaus's long hair, for example, he knows he would like him just as much as he woke up tomorrow and decided to cut if off.

Because it's Klaus he likes. Beautiful, brilliant Klaus.

"I'm not even sure why I grew it," he admits. "Qui-Gon had a beard and after he died and I became a Jedi Knight and was able to cut my Padawan braid, I also started to grow a beard and then just never went back."

"Tit for tat, master," Klaus teases, though he wouldn't mind. He can't even really grow a beard, not like Obi-Wan, but his own goatee would grow back fast enough. Maybe he'll shave one of these days and surprise him. Maybe he can pair the look with another set of stockings.

He's planning an entire sexy evening in his head when Obi-Wan says something that snaps his attention back to the present, and he presses his hand into the mattress so he can prop himself up over Obi-Wan and quirk a brow.

"Padawan braid," he says with a skeptical look. "Explain."

"No," Obi-Wan answers, laughing. "You'll judge me."

He doesn't really mind, though, because while he understands there is a certain lack of aesthetic appeal to the Padawan braid, it is still a rather sacred physical representation of the Padawan and their ranking within the Jedi order. Obi-Wan was proud to wear his, prouder still to be able to cut it off once he had reached the rank of Jedi Knight.

"When Jedi are taken on as a Padawan by their Master, they grow a braid," he explains, still smiling. "It doesn't need to be all their hair, just a small portion worn on the right side, but it must be grown until they pass the trials and become a Jedi Knight, at which point it is shorn off. In the case of Jedi who can't grow hair, there are alternatives, beads that are added to each year they're a Padawan."

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"You're telling me that I fell in love with someone who had a rat tail?" Klaus laughs, but it turns into a fond smile. Rat tail or not, it was obviously something very special to Obi-Wan. "I won't judge you, but I will make my strong preference for your current hairstyle known."

Smiling, he runs his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair, messing it up as he leans in for another kiss. He stretches out his legs as best he can with Obi-Wan still inside of him, slowly softening. Klaus isn't prepared to move, not just yet.

"Does this mean you know how to braid?" Klaus makes a show of tossing his hair over one shoulder and batting his eyelashes. "If you ever feel like practicing, I know where you can find some very beautiful hair."

"I considered that, but it seemed a little too familiar, offering to braid your sisters' hair," Obi-Wan answers, failing rather spectacularly at keeping a straight face as he speaks. He lifts his head enough to press a kiss to Klaus's temple, then falls back against the bed once more and pushes his fingers into Klaus's curls.

He does have beautiful hair. Obi-Wan loves to hold onto it, run his fingers through it, feel it against his skin. He loves when Klaus has it loose, falling over his shoulders, and he loves when he pulls it back, showcasing his beautiful bone structure.

Obi-Wan supposes he might as well just admit he loves everything about Klaus.

"I could braid your hair," he agrees. "Although I'm not sure what a braid would do to your curls."

"Mm, you touch Allison's hair, you get smacked," Klaus says with a laugh. "I learned that the hard way. Many times. She knows how to cut hair, though. If you ever need a trim."

Obi's fingers slide into his hair and Klaus lets out a pleased hum, tipping his head into Obi's gentle hand. The way that Obi-Wan looks at him sometimes makes Klaus feel overwhelmed with warmth and affection, cheeks flushing as he leans in for another soft kiss.

"I'm not sure either. But I am sure that it would feel good," Klaus says with a grin, kissing Obi-Wan again as he eases himself forward, letting Obi's cock slip out of him so he can lay at Obi-Wan's side more comfortably. A trickle of fluid leaks out of him and Klaus blushes, biting his lip as he snuggles up against Obi-Wan. "But you always make me feel good."

Obi-Wan makes a soft humming noise, the muscles of his thighs tensing briefly as Klaus shifts and he slips out of him. It is so terribly intimate and even the loss of the tight heat of Klaus's body around him makes Obi-Wan feel deeply warm and content, the knowledge of what had come before shivering through him as almost a physical sensation.

"I do my very best," he answers, turning onto his side so he can face Klaus. He reaches across the minimal space between them and brushes the pad of his thumb against Klaus's lower lip, then the facial hair just below his lip, down toward his chin. His thumb glides under Klaus's jaw, over the throat, just touching. Just because he can.

"Sit up, then," he encourages after a moment, leaning forward to press a firm kiss against Klaus's mouth. He sits up himself, moving back against the headboard, spreading his thighs to Klaus can sit between them. "Back to me. Come on."

Klaus has always thrived on attention, but what he gets from Obi-Wan is something entirely different. It's attention, yes, but it isn't what he's used to. It's something soft and intimate, something precious, and Klaus feels like he can never get enough of it, not ever.

Obi-Wan can keep touching him as long as he wants, because after tonight, he knows more than ever that he isn't giving this up. He would fight for this, if he had to. He'd do whatever it took to keep this.

"What?" He asks with a laugh, watching as Obi-Wan pulls away from him and situates himself against the headboard. "Right now?"

The image of Obi-Wan sitting naked against the headboard, thighs spread enticingly, is undeniably sexy, but Klaus isn't a kid anymore. He's going to need some rest before he can get it up again, so he pushes himself up onto all fours to crawl over to him, leaning in to nip at the beauty mark at the inside of his thigh before twisting around to sit between his legs. Before he settles, he leans over to grab the brush from his nightstand and set it on Obi-Wan's thigh before wriggling excitedly. "I'm all yours."

For a moment, before he picks up the brush, Obi-Wan slips both his arms around Klaus from behind and then presses his lips to his shoulder, holding him there for a moment. With Satine, he had so few moments like this. Their relationship had been hidden, secretive, not because either of them were ashamed but because of the consequences that would have come had they committed to it fully. He wishes he had spent more time with her like this, relishing the beauty of the quiet.

So he does, pressing his cheek to Klaus's shoulder, his eyes closed as he exhales once, long and slow. Then he kisses Klaus's warm skin again and picks up the brush from his thigh, beginning to run it gently through Klaus's hair.

"Why not right now?" he asks in a warm voice, combing his fingers through Klaus's hair after the brush. "I'm not as young as I used to be and you've worn me out utterly this evening. I might as well do something nice that doesn't involve my penis."

When Obi-Wan's arms go around him, Klaus puts his own arms on top of them and smiles, tipping his head as Obi rests against him. It's a perfect moment, and Klaus lets out a content hum, rocking them back and forth a little until Obi pulls away.

"Penis," Klaus repeats with a happy giggle, because Obi-Wan is adorable. "You're right. I'll give your penis and your anus a break for awhile. Maybe even your testicles, too."

Obi-Wan is gentle even when it comes to brushing Klaus's hair, carefully working out tangles before running the bristles through. He reaches over to grab the champagne from the nightstand and takes a long sip before handing it back over his shoulder for Obi-Wan to take. "We'll have to see how you do. Maybe you can do my hair next time I feel like dressing up."

Obi-Wan can tell Klaus is teasing him and as he brushes his hair, he laughs. "Well, what would you have me call body parts?"

There are slang words and he's well aware of them all, but they often sound so unrefined. Not when Klaus says them, he makes them sound salacious in a wonderfully delicious way, but Obi-Wan can't imagine himself using the word cock without sounding absolutely ludicrous. As a Jedi, they hadn't exactly focused on anatomy, but there had been lessons based in science and mathematics, along with combat and use of the Force. He had learned everything with a scientific basis and somehow he can't seem to get out of that mindset.

At least verbally. And not in the more intimate moments they share. Somehow during those moments he has absolutely no problem thinking of words he would otherwise be unlikely to say.

He pauses in his brushing to take the bottle of champagne, taking a long sip before he hands it back to Klaus. Then, brush still in one hand, he raises his other and moves the box of chocolate covered strawberries within reach using the Force. Pushing off the lid, he takes out one of the strawberries and holds it up for Klaus to take a bite.

"I sound utterly ridiculous when I say cock," he murmurs, still holding the strawberry. "Don't I?"

It's incredible how much Klaus smiles now. Really smiles, that is. Genuine smiles that make his cheeks ache, smiles that light up his eyes.

He thinks that it's cute how Obi-Wan uses the proper terms for everything, including anatomy. It's just another little thing that makes up this wonderful person that Klaus loves, someone who is powerful and strong but also funny and utterly adorable.

Klaus takes back the bottle and sips from it, only to lower the bottle and find a strawberry near his mouth. He turns so that he can see Obi's face as he takes a bite, brow lifting as he speaks. He just said that he couldn't get hard again, but Obi-Wan saying cock like that while feeding Klaus what is arguably the most romantic fruit has his body trying valiantly to prove otherwise.

"You really don't," Klaus says once he swallows, licking chocolate from his upper lip before leaning in to give Obi-Wan a kiss, smiling against his mouth. "You sound sexy, but you always sound sexy, even when you say penis." He pauses, looking upward as if deeply considering it, and then nods, kissing him again. "Yeah, even then."

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