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Though Obi-Wan knows better than the refer to what they're doing as hiking out loud, this morning, he and Klaus had left Darrow with comfortable shoes and bags to hold some food and water, and they'd walked out into the woods with the intention of finding a new place to meditate. It had been Obi-Wan's idea, wanting to expose Klaus to different places with different distractions so he could continue to evolve his practice and learn how to focus when other sounds or feelings were doing their best to pull him away.

It makes him smile to himself, the fact that he's convinced Klaus to go on a hike, of all things, to find a new place to meditate, of all things.

But as they walk through the woods, Obi-Wan's smile fades into something more serene. The trees grow closer together out here, the sounds of the city are very far away, and he almost feels as if he's back on Naboo, surrounded by the lush greenery of the planet. The leaves drip occasionally, water having collected on them, and every so often he can hear the sound of an animal moving somewhere off in the bush, possibly a deer at one point, then something smaller, maybe a rabbit or a badger.

"It's lovely out here, isn't it?" he asks as they crest a small rise. The sun has been up for hours, because while they started out in the morning, Obi-Wan had known better than to try and get Klaus out of the apartment too early. It's warm, the air is fresh, and he turns back to look over his shoulder, smiling as Klaus joins him.

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Klaus drifts in the middle of the pond, easily treading water as he finishes watching Obi-Wan undress and then follow the same path Klaus had taken up to the rock, naked and confident. His skin practically glows in the warm light, golden and soft, and Klaus stares at him, taking in his wide broad, freckled shoulders and trim waist, the hair on his chest an the narrow trail of it that leads down to his cock, soft and uncut and perfect where it's nestled in a thatch of curls. Strong thighs, tapered calves, delicate ankles. He is so beautiful, all of him, like he was made for the sun.

The cool water laps around Klaus's shoulders as the sun warms his face and he takes in the excellent view before him, and he wonders if he has ever felt so at peace in his entire life. No, he doesn't think that he has. This is something entirely new.

Obi-Wan dives into the water and Klaus can't help but to smirk at the graceful way he cuts into it, barely making a splash at all before he resurfaces, hair and beard slick with water as he turns to find Klaus waiting for him.

"Yeah, but it's nice after the walk," Klaus tells him, propelling himself forward a bit until they're nearly touching under the water. "God, I do love to look at you."

"Yes, I saw you leering," he teases as he swims toward Klaus, cutting smoothly through the water, slipping one hand along Klaus's shoulder, pushing back his curls as he smiles. "You're lucky I'm such a forgiving man. Some wouldn't like such a gaze upon them."

His smile makes it clear just how much he's only teasing, because he can't imagine anyone not feeling wonderfully warm under Klaus's gaze. While there are plenty of times when Klaus is leering at him, causing Obi-Wan's skin to flush with pleasure and desire, he doesn't do so unless it's clearly welcome. He is respectful and good and so terribly kind.

Obi-Wan leans in for a slow kiss, the water still trickling through his beard, and then he pushes away, gently propelling himself through the water on his back.

"I would have called my gaze more appreciative than leering," Klaus replies, delighted as always by Obi-Wan's teasing. "Are you saying it was unwanted? Should I avert my eyes?"

Obi-Wan leans in for a kiss and Klaus returns it happily, lifting one hand from the water to cup his cheek. When he pulls away, Klaus leans forward to follow, shifting his body in the water to swim after him. He takes a breath and turns onto his back, floating alongside Obi-Wan and reaching out to take his hand.

"Did you know otters hold hands when they float so they don't get separated?" Klaus ask, taking in another slow, easy breath as he squeezes Obi-Wan's hand. "We're like otters."

"Oh, I would like to see that," Obi-Wan says, their fingers linking easily as they float in the cool water, the warm, early afternoon sun pouring through the branches, dappling shade on the surface of the water. Light shifts and refracts and Obi-Wan thinks he could find every reason to stay here for as long as they can manage.

"Otters are the ones with the waterproof fur, aren't they?" he asks. "I've only seen them in books, though I imagine there must be some living wild in Darrow somewhere. There are sea otters and river otters, I believe."

Most of the animals in Darrow are foreign to Obi-Wan, though he's learned about them as well as he can, reading books and articles online. He's been meaning to go to the zoo eventually, although he doesn't know that he'll like seeing the animals in captivity.

As Obi-Wan rambles on about otters, Klaus closes his eyes and wrinkles his nose affectionately, because sometimes Obi-Wan is just so adorable in a way that there is no other word for. He gets excited about the smallest things, and his impossible to quench thirst for knowledge is so charming.

He's the kind of person that would make Klaus want to wander the coast and search for otters, just so he could show them to Obi-Wan.

"There must be sea otters, surely," Klaus tells him, opening one eye as he turns his head to look at Obi-Wan. "There's a big ass sea just over there. We'll find some."

"I can likely ask them to come closer if we find some," Obi-Wan says thoughtfully, looking up at the sun through the trees. The leaves are such a brilliant, vivid green, so like the vegetation on Naboo. If there is anything Obi-Wan misses from his life before Darrow, it would be the ability to see other worlds, other planets, to engage with other cultures, learn their languages and their ways.

Still, there is plenty to learn here. Plenty to explore.

"Thus far my connection to animals doesn't seem at all inhibited in Darrow," he continues. "The animals themselves are different from the ones I know and I do miss seeing varactyls more than I imagined I might, but in general, the animals here still have that same connection to me through the Force. I'm glad for it. I think I'd feel quite lost without that."

When Klaus realizes that he's floating in a whimsical pond holding the hand of his boyfriend while thinking about asking his sister to rumor up some sea otters for them to play with, he can't help but to laugh. It's a warm and happy sound, because while this newest turn his life has taken may be unexpected, he's very pleased with it.

"I'm glad. Maybe we can go to the zoo, and you can talk to all sorts of animals," Klaus tells him. "Zoos are iffy, you know, but hopefully the one here is good. As good as captivity can be, anyway. But it's not like tigers could really roam free here. Mostly because humans suck."

He sighs and looks over at Obi-Wan. "Zoos are complicated, but we'll find some sea otters. I'm sure of it."

Allison would probably do it. She'd laugh at him, sure, but she'd do it.

"Zoos are complicated," Obi-Wan agrees. "Though from what I understand, they've shifted more toward conservation than mere entertainment in recent decades. At least in the worlds that seem to be the equivalent to your own. They provide protection for animals that may be on the verge of extinction or ones that would be incapable of surviving in the wild."

It's disappointing that worlds have reached such a place, where the native animals can't live freely and without intervention, but it isn't as if the same hasn't happened on countless planets in the galaxy where Obi-Wan has come from.

Overhead, a bird calls, then takes flight, spreading an impressive wingspan and soaring through the air. Obi-Wan watches and smiles faintly, then looks over at Klaus. "So I expect we'll be coming back here, won't we?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'd say that's a safe bet," Klaus replies, sighing happily and looking over at Obi-Wan. He purses his lips in a kissing motion and lets go of his hand before sinking under the surface of the water, arcing through it so he can reach up and grab Obi-Wan's ankle to tug him under.

They both come up with a splutter and Klaus tosses his hair back, laughing as he pushes himself backwards towards the edge of the pond. It really is such a beautiful place, a peaceful little oasis in the middle of a city so strange. He's grateful that they've found it.

"I suppose you'll want to meditate," Klaus says in a very put upon voice, managing not to smirk as he does. "I'll need to be kissed very much first. To get me in the mood."

"Wasn't that our entire purpose?" Obi-Wan asks in an innocent tone as he cuts slowly and smoothly through the pond toward Klaus, beads of water dripping from his hair, his beard. Despite his tone, his eyes are alight with mischief and when he reaches Klaus, he cages him in with his arms, hands pressed to either side of the edge, keeping Klaus right where he is.

"Or did you bring me out here with a more nefarious purpose? Perhaps you're trying to seduce me," he accuses. "How fiendish of you, Klaus Hargreeves, I'd had no idea you were capable of such things."

He leans closer and presses a chaste kiss to Klaus's mouth, pulling back before Klaus to deepen it. "I suppose I'll have to let myself be seduced, won't I?"

"Oh, my dearest Obi-Wan. That's the thing," Klaus says in his best supervillain voice, though he's grinning as he's pressed gently back against smooth, slippery rocks. "I am always trying to seduce you."

When Obi-Wan pulls back from the kiss, Klaus smiles with his eyes closed, letting them slowly flutter open as he puts on his flirtiest look. His arms lift from the water to curl around Obi-Wan's shoulders, drawing him in closer as Klaus bites his lip and gives him a coy, pouty sort of look, eyes big and wide, bright green in the afternoon light.

"I do think it would be in your very best interest to do so," Klaus purrs out, drawing his fingertip down the side of Obi-Wan's neck and over one freckled collarbone. "Who knows, you might even enjoy it."

The way Klaus speaks, low and smooth, and his voice of words remind Obi-Wan of Ventress in a way that's more pleasurable than he would like to admit. Their bantering had always possessed an undercurrent of flirtation bordering on desire and though there had never been a time in which they would feasibly explore that any further, Obi-Wan is well aware how things might have gone had they met under other circumstances.

So to hear words like that, so similar, coming from a man he's come to love so much, they send a jolt of pleasure through him, straight to his cock and he inhales sharply, then shivers when Klaus's finger drags along his collarbone.

"Do you think so?" he asks as he lets himself be drawn in. "Then perhaps it's you who ought to have me pinned against the edge of this pool. At the moment, I do seem to have the upper hand, don't I?"

Klaus hadn't expected his words to draw such a reaction out of Obi-Wan, but it certainly does not go unnoticed. He quirks a brow and bites his lip, smiling as he reaches into the water to curl his hands around Obi's hips, drawing them in closer as he lifts one knee to hook his leg around Obi-Wan's thigh.

"Maybe I let you have the upper hand," Klaus purrs out in that same voice, bringing their hips together as his hands slide around to squeeze at Obi-Wan's ass. He sticks his tongue out and uses the tip of it to lick a drop of water from the end of Obi-Wan's nose, and then continues speaking in a quiet, seductive tone, mouths barely an inch apart. "Maybe I like knowing that you could wrap that hand around my neck."

He licks another drop of water from Obi-Wan's lower lip, and then gives it a soft bite. "If you wanted."

Rather than move either of his hands, Obi-Wan trembles a little, then reaches out with the Force. The grip he takes on Klaus is light enough, not near enough to ever be considered a treat, mostly because he doesn't want to take Klaus by surprise.

It's a terribly inappropriate use of the Force, but it's hardly the first time Obi-Wan has done so and he knows for a fact he's not the first Jedi to toy with such things. They've all done it, at least once or twice.

The Force presses down on Klaus's collarbones, as if a hand is there, thumb and fingers framing either side of his throat. The pressure still isn't enough to even really hurt, but it's evident and the corner of Obi-Wan's mouth turns up slightly.

"Is this what you're looking for?" he asks, pressing closer with his entire body. He loves the feel of Klaus's leg wrapped around him, holding him tight.

They don't do this much because despite how much Klaus enjoys it, it isn't something that he feels like he can ask for. Not because he thinks Obi-Wan would judge him or turn him down, but because he respects the connection that Obi-Wan has to his powers, to the Force as he calls it, and doesn't want to take advantage.

That just makes it so much more special when it does happen, and Klaus's breath hitches when he feels that invisible touch against his throat. It's slow and gentle, unmistakably Obi-Wan, and he swallows hard as his fingertips press into Obi-Wan's skin. The touch makes his cock twitch where it's trapped in the cut of Obi-Wan's hip, and his mouth falls open on an exhale at the question.

"You're going easy on me," Klaus breathes out, lifting his chin as he shifts forward a little to press experimentally against the grip. "But yes, something in this neighborhood."

"Of course I am, darling," he answers. "One must always build things slowly."

More than anything, he does like the opportunity to tease Klaus. If all they wanted was something quick and fun, they would both be happy with it and Obi-Wan knows it, but teasing Klaus gives them both an entirely different sensation, one he knows they both enjoy thoroughly. The physical aspects of their relationship are never boring, regardless of what they do, how they touch one another, and Obi-Wan considers it a great gift, experiencing all this with someone as wonderful as Klaus.

He tightens the grip he has at the base of Klaus's throat, pushing against him more than truly squeezing, not lifting the location where he's focused the Force just yet. He doesn't quite have Klaus's throat wrapped in his grip, still a tease more than anything.

"I didn't think you would want me to rush," he says in a low voice and then the grip tightens suddenly, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to restrict Klaus's air flow just a little.

"Ah, to build the anticipation," Klaus breathes out in a casual tone, as if Klaus calling him darling like that doesn't make him shiver all over, even without the touch to his throat. "Of course."

He didn't expect this when they walked out here this morning, but that's the thing about him and Obi-Wan-- it's never boring. It should be absurd that after all this time, Obi-Wan can still make the breath catch in Klaus's throat with just a look, or that a touch of his could make him tremble like he's never been touched by anyone. It should be impossible but it isn't, because they work so well together. Every encounter feels familiar and brand new all at once, and it's exactly what Klaus never knew he needed so much.

"We do have all day," he says, but the last word is a little strangled by the way the grip around his throat tightens. Klaus gasps, eyes rolling back a little as his hips twitch against Obi-Wan's, pleasure jolting through him. He knows that he isn't in any danger here with Obi-Wan, out here in the middle of nowhere, half-submerged in water with an invisible hand around his throat. It flirts with danger while being entirely safe, and maybe that's why he lets out a moan that's can only be described as slutty.

He would let Obi-Wan do anything to him, absolutely anything, because he knows that he'll always be safe.

A large part of what makes this all so appealing, what makes burning pleasure ripple through him, is the knowledge that Klaus is trusting him with something so significant. So special. He could hurt Klaus here if he wanted to and while they both know he would never house such a desire, the possibility to remains, and so the trust remains, which only serves to arouse Obi-Wan further.

His hands finally drop from either side of the pond, slipping beneath the water to grip Klaus by the waist, pulling them closer together, wrapping Klaus's thighs more firmly around him. The hard length of Klaus's cock presses to his belly and Obi-Wan moans, his own cock achingly hard, pressed against the curve of Klaus's ass from below.

"All day?" he asks in a tone that wavers somewhere between overwhelmed with desire and teasing. He's trying to maintain this resolve, knowing how much Klaus likes it, and finding it terribly difficult when all he wants to do is hold Klaus to the wall of this pool and press inside of him. Instead he tightens the grip he has on Klaus's throat for a moment, harder than he has before, and then loosens it a second later, the touch turning almost into a caress.

"I'm sure I could move some things around," Klaus says, as if he has any other plans today. And as if he wouldn't absolutely bail on those plans for more of whatever this is. (He would, for the record.)

Both of Obi-Wan's hand take him by his narrow waist, shifting Klaus where he wants him, and that is enough to make him shiver all over. The manhandling paired with the press of Obi-Wan's thick cock, and the sudden squeeze around his throat, has him moaning outright.

When the grip loosens, Klaus pulls in a breath and lets it out shakily, eyes dark with arousal as he stares at Obi-Wan's face. When he speaks again, his voice is low and husky. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

As always, when he's with Klaus, Obi-Wan finds himself drawn to about a dozen possibilities. He is a man of singular focus when he needs to be, able to do away with all other distractions and while he fully intends on doing so now, focusing entirely on Klaus, there is a moment when he's not sure which part to focus on.

He could lift Klaus from the water, spread him out in the sun, let their bodies dry while he explores Klaus with his mouth, using his lips and his tongue. Or he could turn Klaus around right here, press inside of him with his fingers, then his cock, take him right against the wall of the pond with the grip of the Force still around his throat. He could do any number of things and he knows Klaus would welcome them all, knows they share a connection both intimate and significant, one that makes all manner of things between them especially wonderful.

"Nowhere at all?" he asks in a low voice, smiling at Klaus with a mischievous light in his eye. "Then tell me, what would you like to spend this afternoon doing? Anything at all, darling."

"I think it's more about what I'd like done to me," Klaus replies, eyes bright as he returns Obi-Wan's impish grin, leaning in to playfully nudge their noses together before nipping at his bottom lip.

Klaus has spent his entire life trying to have as much fun as possible. He sought out parties and got himself into all sorts of wild scenarios all in the name of fun, but so much of it was a distraction. Here, with Obi-Wan, he has so much fun. Real, genuine fun. He laughs so much with Obi-Wan, and is so genuinely happy so much of the time. It's astounding.

"You have the upper hand," Klaus reminds him, raising a brow as he slides his hands up to the small of Obi-Wan's back, thumbs pressed into the slight dimples there. "Shouldn't you be the one deciding my fate?"

"Oh, I would be happy do," Obi-Wan answers, still holding Klaus by the hips. With another flash of a smile, he puts his hands on Klaus's thighs instead, unwrapping his legs from around his waist and then, using both his hands and a bit of the Force, Obi-Wan turns Klaus around so he's facing the edge of the pond. The water is still cool around them, but he's grown used to it, finds the cool water lapping around his chest quite pleasurable, especially as he presses himself against the warm length of Klaus's back.

"How's this?" he asks, the grip at the base of Klaus's throat returning. Once more, he doesn't squeeze, just lays a weight there, a sort of pressure, almost like a hand and yet not quite.

His hips roll, the heavy weight of his cock sliding along the cleft of Klaus's ass, and he presses a kiss to Klaus's shoulder, nuzzling against his skin.

"Then let's see what you've got," Klaus says, a challenge that is immediately answered as he is suddenly and swiftly turned around, faster and with more force than any normal man would be able to manage. But then, Obi-Wan is not a normal man.

Klaus lets out a low curse and lifts his hands to press his palms to the rocky silt at the edge of the pond, fingertips pressing into it as he tips his head back with a groan. Then that invisible touch returns to his throat and Klaus lets out a low, breathless chuckle because it's all so fucking good. He's had so much sex with this man and it just keeps getting better and better and better, completely undermining everything Klaus had ever thought to be true about sex.

"Adequate," he says, as if he's not already rocking his hips back eagerly against Obi-Wan's cock. They had sex this morning, lazy morning sex with lots of lube and fingering, so Klaus knows that Obi-Wan could press into him just like this, and it wouldn't hurt, not even a little. Obi-Wan is surely also aware of this, and a shiver of anticipation zips down his spine, making him quiver in the cradle of Obi-Wan's strong arms.

That single word makes Obi-Wan chuckle low in his throat and he rolls his hips again, his cock moving along Klaus's ass, though he still makes no effort to take himself in hand or guide himself inside of Klaus's body. For now, he's content to simply hold him here with both his hands, with the Force, with the weight of his body, feeling the way Klaus's body trembles within the circle of his arms.

"Adequate," he echoes and then licks a line up the length of Klaus's throat, licking the water from his skin. "Let's see what I can do about that."

Pulling back a little, Obi-Wan tightens the grip he has on Klaus's throat, the Force constricting as he presses the head of his cock against Klaus's ass. He thinks he still needs to be gentle at first, thinking about this morning, about all the wonderful time he had taken with Klaus, but he still doesn't want to rush. He doesn't want to risk hurting him even a little.

Even if some part of Klaus is enjoying the bit of pain that comes with the Force tightening at the base of his throat.

If there actually is a heaven, excluding that strange little purgatory he visited, Klaus hopes that it's something like this. Dirty sex with a beautiful man who loves him, who cares about him and wants him to be happy, who Klaus loves just as much in return.

Klaus tips his head when Obi-Wan licks at his throat, feeling the soft scrape of his beard before it's gone and suddenly the grip around his throat is tighter. It sends a little thrill through him, like an electric shock of adrenaline even though he knows that he isn't in danger. His cock twitches in the water, hips jerking as the head of Obi's cock nestles between the cheeks of his ass, making him let out a needy moan.

"Are you going to make me beg, master?" He rasps out, voice quiet and a little strained from the pressure on his throat, and he smiles when Obi's grip on his hip tightens.

Oh yes, Klaus thinks. This is heaven.