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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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"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.

"No, darling," he answers. "Not today. Today is all about making you feel good."

His hips roll and he slowly, so slowly, begins to press his cock into Klaus's body, trembling at the feel of the heat all around him. Even with the cool water, he feels so warm, so wonderfully warm, as if their bodies are generating enough heat to warm the entire pool. It isn't possible, it can't be, but he still feels like it is.

Kissing Klaus's shoulder, keeping the weight around his throat, Obi-Wan presses his cock into him, inch by inch, taking all the time in the world as if there's no chance they might be caught here. He doesn't care. He buries himself deep inside Klaus's body, holding himself there for a moment, kissing Klaus's shoulder, his throat, any skin he can reach.

Darling. Oh, how Klaus loves to hear that word falling from Obi-Wan's lips, knowing it's meant for him.

When Obi-Wan presses into his body, Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan, digging his fingers into the rock as he bares down against the intrusion. There's a slight pinch, but it almost immediately gives way to blissful pleasure as Obi-Wan bottoms out, filling Klaus up and putting pressure in all the perfect spots.

Obi's cock is so big, so hot inside of him, at odds with the cool water lapping at his skin, and Klaus lets his head tip back against Obi-Wan's shoulder. He reaches back with the hand not covered in muck to touch the side of Obi-Wan's head, panting softly as he wriggles his ass back against Obi-Wan's hips. "Fuck, you feel good. You make me feel so good."

"That's all I want," Obi-Wan answers.

Such words are, of course, a bit of a hyperbole, as he has other desires, other wants. They both do, not even limited to sex, but when it comes to a moment such as this, when he and Klaus are physically, wonderfully close, it rings entirely true. Obi-Wan wants nothing more than to give Klaus pleasure, to make him feel good, to give him everything he needs in order to enjoy every last moment of the time they spend together.

Such intimacy means so much to him, too. Obi-Wan understands Klaus has given him the sort of trust he's given few other people in his life, he knows he's been granted access to parts of Klaus most people will never see. He means to never take that for granted and instead will do all he can to continue to make Klaus feel good.

His hips pull back, then roll forward, thrusting into him gently and slowly. The grip on Klaus's throat releases, then tightens again, releases and tightens in time with his slow thrusts.

"Then you should be very proud," Klaus groans out, because there isn't just pleasure coursing through him. There is also a warmth in his chest that comes from pure joy and gratitude for this man who loves him so very much, who only wants good things for him, who only ever wants to make him feel good.

He has never been loved like this, and he's thankful to be reminded of just how much he's loved every single day, especially here and now, in this peaceful little oasis. Every touch, every kiss, every slow push of his cock into Klaus's body is infused with it, pleasure and love and gratitude all mixed up until Klaus is shaking, and all he can do is moan.

The grip on his throat keeps shifting, keeping Klaus on his toes in every sense, and he lets out another soft cry of pleasure as he tips his head back against Obi-Wan's shoulder, giving himself over entirely as he rocks back to meet every slow thrust.

"All I ever feel is good," he breathes out shakily, palming at the back of Obi-Wan's head, "whenever I'm with you."

There are some, Obi-Wan is sure, who wouldn't like to hear such a thing. It's a tall order, certainly, tasking oneself with making another feel good, with desiring only to bring joy into their life, but Obi-Wan isn't the sort of man to fear such a thing. In fact, tall order or not, he relishes in being able to make Klaus happy. To make him feel good, not only through sex, but through loving him just as he is, seeing the good in him, the great in him, and reminding him of it in whatever way he can.

As Klaus's head tips back against his shoulder, Obi-Wan mouths at his throat, lips sealing around his pulse point where he sucks very gently, then scrapes over his skin with his teeth. He loves feeling that flutter of Klaus's heart, the reminder of how alive they both are.

His thrusts speed up, cock pulling almost entirely out before he pushes back in, and he reaches down in the water, seeking the hard length of Klaus's cock. In the palm of Obi-Wan's hand, Klaus feels impossibly warm, hard and heavy, and it makes him shudder with pleasure as he gives one slow stroke.

Klaus has never been the sort of person to ever put himself entirely at anyone's mercy, but maybe that's because he's never trusted anyone like this. Here, in this position, Obi-Wan could do anything to him, absolutely anything. They're out in the middle of nowhere and Obi-Wan is so powerful, so strong, and has his teeth at Klaus's jugular with an invisible hand made up of energy around his neck, but Klaus has never felt safer in his life.

Knowing that Obi-Wan is more than capable of hurting him but never well only makes all of this feel even better, gives it all a hint of danger while still being safe, like the drop of a rollercoaster. It's exhilarating, and Klaus lets out a pleased moan as Obi-Wan takes his cock in hand. His thrusts pick up in speed enough to send water rippling out away from them, and Klaus whimpers as the pleasure builds and builds, licking up his spine like a flame.

"I'm close," he gasps out, bracing one hand against the edge of the pond as he reaches back with the other to grip Obi-Wan's hip, dragging him in closer. "Harder, Obi. Please."

Though he's the one with the weight of the Force gripping Klaus's throat, it's Klaus who makes the demand, Klaus who reaches for his hip and drags him in harder, faster. It makes Obi-Wan's muscles shiver with pleasure, knowing how much Klaus trusts him, how he believes in the safety of what they are together. There's no feeling in the world like this one, Obi-Wan believes.

And so he does exactly what Klaus asks. He thrusts harder, knowing if they were out of the water, he would be able to hear his skin slapping against Klaus's. His grip on Klaus's cock twist, stroking faster, panting roughly into Klaus's ear as he does.

"Do it," he breathes against Klaus's ear. "Come for me. I need to feel you."

At the same time as he utters his own demand, the Force tightens on Klaus's throat. Never enough to really cut off his air, for Obi-Wan can't imagine truly hurting Klaus, but still enough to be well and truly felt.

His body is screaming for release but Klaus holds back because he wants to feel more of this perfect moment, so he takes a breath and lets Obi-Wan keep fucking him, stroking him, holding onto him while Klaus's toes slip along the rocks at the bottom of the pond.

He's able to hold back until he hears Obi-Wan's voice in his ear, beard scraping against sensitive skin. Need. He needs Klaus. Oh, he loves to be needed. He loves this man, specifically. He loves, loves, loves, and he takes a deep, ragged breath just in time to feel the grip around his throat suddenly tighten, restricting his airflow without cutting it off, and it's all so much that Klaus lets out a strangled cry and comes hard, sagging back against Obi-Wan's body as his own trembles through each wave of pleasure.

It seems to go on and on, prolonged by that grip around his throat and Obi-Wan's mouth against his ear, his thick cock pressed in hard against his prostate, and for one brief moment, Klaus wonders if maybe this time he'll never come back down. But then he does, gasping as he trembles in Obi-Wan's grip.

"Fuck," he breathes out, swallowing hard as he finally opens his eyes to look up at the tops of the trees and the blue sky beyond.

It's so good.

With Klaus, it always is, they always find a source of connection, that thread that lies under everything they do together. Never once has Obi-Wan felt anything besides absolute pleasure when they're being physically intimate, but this, this moment when he can feel Klaus coming, the way his body tightens, it's absolutely incredible. He strokes Klaus through it, careful not to continue when he thinks Klaus is likely too sensitive, then he releases the grip the Force has on his throat.

With his hands both back to Klaus's hips, Obi-Wan continues, thrusting a few more times, growing erratic, almost desperate. His breath hitches, muscles tightening, and then he's coming as well, emptying inside of Klaus, panting harshly against Klaus's ears with another desperate little moan.

His entire body feels wonderfully warm, his muscles trembling, and he wraps his arm around Klaus to keep them close and together, both just barely managing to stand upright in the pond.

Once he has his wits a little more about him, Klaus leans forward to brace himself against the edge of the pond, locking one arm and then crying out softly when Obi-Wan drags their bodies close and pulses inside of him. Klaus can feel each little jerk of his body, every pant against his ear, and he revels in all of it, endlessly pleased at how well they move together.

"Fuck, we're good at this," Klaus rasps out, moving his ass in a slow, easy figure eight sort of motion as his head tips back against Obi-Wan's shoulder. They're both a little unsteady, and Klaus puts his other hand on Obi-Wan's forearm where it's wrapped around him.

"How about we get out and find a nice shady spot to spread that blanket out in, huh?" He kisses Obi-Wan's jaw, feeling the soft rasp of beard against his lips. "Doze a bit, commune with nature."