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(october 1)

Today is Klaus's birthday.

Technically, it's the birthday for all the Hargreeves siblings, and while Obi-Wan thinks they might usually want to have a party, he suspects Ben's recent disappearance is likely still weighing too heavily on all of them for such a thing. Still, he wants to acknowledge the day, so he sends flowers to the others, a big bouquet for them to display in their home, accompanied by a nice box of chocolates the woman at the flower shop had kindly suggested.

Klaus, though, he has something else for. Knowing how he's been feeling lately about being in the house without Ben, Obi-Wan takes care to invite Klaus over this evening, making it a special invitation. The apartment is, of course, always open to him and they both know it, but he makes a greater effort this evening so that Klaus knows the day is still special.

He has arranged for a pleasant dinner to be brought to them, has purchased a nice bottle of wine, and has a small package for Klaus, a box sitting wrapped and tied with a bow on the living room table. Inside is a dog tag, just like the ones he already wears for Dave, and Obi-Wan deeply hopes it isn't too presumptuous a gift. Upon the tag, he'd had a date engraved. 01-02-2021. The first time he had ever told Klaus he loves him.

Satisfied with the entire set up, Obi-Wan takes one final look at himself in the mirror and fixes his hair as he waits for Klaus to arrive.

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Klaus makes a happy sound as he's tossed back onto the bed, and he scoots himself back into the center of it. Obi-Wan follows after him and Klaus grins as he lets himself fall back against the pillows, hair fanned out behind him as he tosses his arms out to the side.

"God, I hope so," he says with a giggle, reaching up to curl his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders and drag him down on top of him, smiling against Obi-Wan's chin and biting playfully just below his ear. "You know how I like to be ravished."

Before Klaus can pull him forward, Obi-Wan resists for only a moment, locking his arms so he can't be pulled down, because he wants to simply look. Here is this man, lying in the middle of this bed Obi-Wan has long stopped thinking of his own and instead thinks of as theirs, his arms spread wide, his hair fanned around him, smiling and laughing. Utterly breathtaking.

With a smile, he bends his elbows and lets Klaus tug him down, tilting his head to nip back, catching the lobe of Klaus's ear gently between his teeth.

"Oh, I think between the two of us we can manage some ravishing," he answers sweetly before he finds Klaus's mouth again with his own, pulling him into a deep kiss.

The way that Obi-Wan looks at him makes Klaus look a little overwhelmed, but perhaps not in a bad way. He likes how it feels to be looked at like that, to have Obi look at him like that.

He smiles as Obi-Wan kisses him, throwing his arms around the man's neck and opening his mouth to kiss him back. His fingers slide into Obi-Wan's hair and the other slides down into his pants, gripping at his ass as he lets his thighs fall open to make room for him.

God, he missed this. Now that he's here, he doesn't know how he can ever go a day without it. Being in this bed, tucked safely under Obi-Wan while they kiss, is the safest he's ever been, the best he's ever felt.

"I can't be ravished with pants on," he says once they break the kiss, laughing breathlessly, as he drags his fingertips up the center of Obi-Wan's back.

"Oh, you know, I have a distinct feeling we would manage just fine," Obi-Wan answers with a rough chuckle, though he sits back after planting another firm kiss to Klaus's mouth, wriggling away from the groping hand on his backside, and begins to undo Klaus's trousers. They're as tight as ever, but as always, they accentuate Klaus's leanly muscular frame and Obi-Wan enjoys every moment of drawing them down.

The briefs Klaus is wearing are brightly coloured, splashes of neon against a black background, as if someone had thrown paint on his undergarments. They're everything Obi-Wan expects of Klaus and he smiles brightly at the sight.

"You are truly a gift to this world," he says with a laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to Klaus's belly, just above the low line of his briefs. Klaus's jeans slip down his thighs, down his legs, and then Obi-Wan tosses them aside to the floor.

Funny thing is, Klaus has heard those words before. More than once, actually. But all the other times they had been sarcastic and cutting. They said gift when they meant blight.

Not Obi-Wan, though. There is nothing but sincerity in his tone. He is so sincere and kind that in the beginning, Klaus thought that it might have been an act. It didn’t take him very long to realize no, there was no act. No games. So subterfuge. Just sincerity.

“A gift, huh? Am I just what you wished for?” Klaus says, because he can’t be as sincere as Obi-Wan, and some things he has to say as a joke or he won’t say them at all.

Once his pants fall to the floor, Klaus slides his heels along the sheets as he draws up his knees, planting his feet into the mattress. His thighs fall open and Klaus looks down at Obi-Wan framed between them. He looks so beautiful, eyes bright and blue, and Klaus smiles like he couldn’t help it if he tried.

"No," Obi-Wan answers. "Not what I wished for. A surprise gift, though, something I didn't even know I needed in my life until it was suddenly right here."

Because all he had wished for was peace. A way to help Anakin. A galaxy at rest rather than in chaos. He had never considered his own life, what he might look for in a partner, in someone he could love, not only because he had never imagined loving anyone after Satine but because it simply hadn't occurred to him to do so.

So he hadn't wished for anything like Klaus, but how he had needed him all the same.

"What do you want?" he murmurs as he ducks to kiss Klaus's stomach again, tucking his fingers into the elastic of his briefs, tugging them down his hips. "Tell me what you want."

The words make him smile, flushed with warmth and happiness as he drags his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair, sighing happily at the feeling of Obi-Wan's beard against his sensitive skin.

"I want you to ride me," he says softly, lifting his hips so that Obi-Wan can drag his underwear off. He kicks them aside and hooks his hands under Obi's arms, pulling the man up between his legs. "I want to watch you."

Cupping Obi-Wan's cheek, Klaus drags him in for another hungry kiss, holding onto the back of his neck as he tightens his thighs around Obi-Wan's hips. "Does that sound fun?"

"Everything with you always sounds fun," Obi-Wan answers easily, reaching down to undo his own trousers, to push them down and away as best he can with one hand, bracing his weight on the mattress with the other. He kisses Klaus all the while, kisses him thoroughly, his tongue sliding into Klaus's mouth, taking his time to explore and enjoy every last moment of it.

There is nothing about these moments with Klaus that aren't wonderful. He could spend all evening here, skin pressed against skin, kissing and touching. There's so much more they can do and yet Obi-Wan knows he will always be satisfied with anything Klaus is willing to give him.

Somehow, at some point, he manages to get off his own undergarments, too, and then he takes Klaus's cock in his hand, stroking slowly between their bodies, simply enjoying the warmth of him, the weight of his cock.

Klaus loses himself in the kiss, so much so that it’s a surprise when Obi-Wan’s hand wraps around his cock. He breaks off from the kiss with a gasp, clutching at Obi’s shoulders.

“Everything?” He pants out, smiling as he kisses Obi-Wan again, sliding his hand down his back to grab at his ass, tilting his hips up as he lets his head fall back to the pillow, staring up at him. “That’s a big list.”

"Yes, well, it appears I have all the time in the world," Obi-Wan answers with a smile directly down at Klaus. He pushes back into Klaus's hands on him, enjoying that sensation, the grip Klaus has on him, how it makes him feel wanted and cared for.

He is a lucky man in many ways, a man who has been given countless second chances.

"So I think we can manage to make our way through such a list," he says before he bites gently at Klaus's lower lip, tugging it into his mouth and sucking on it softly before he releases Klaus again.

"And I know just how to spend it," Klaus replies, closing his eyes and humming happily as Obi-Wan's teeth sink into his lower lip. It sends a pleasing spark of pleasure tumble down his spine, and he opens his eyes to look up at Obi-Wan, feeling them crinkle at the corners with fondness.

"Can I open you up?" He asks, kissing him again before leaning over to fumble open the bedside drawer to grab the lube. The only reason that it ever makes it back into the drawer is because Obi-Wan puts it away. If Klaus had his way, he'd cut out the step entirely. "I love how you feel around my fingers."

Obi-Wan nods, unable to look away from Klaus, as taken as ever by not only his beauty, but his kindness and his love. "Please," he says, his voice already rough, thick with want. "I'd like that very much."

Were he to be pressed, Obi-Wan might be able to come up with something they do together as his favourite, but it would take time and a great deal of thought. Because just being here with Klaus, being able to touch him, finding new ways in which to pleasure one another, it's everything Obi-Wan likes. It would be unlikely that he would be able to find one thing he likes more than anything else.

Just being with Klaus is everything he wants.

"I had a feeling that you might," Klaus teases fondly, lifting his head for another soft, lingering kiss. Obi-Wan seems to love being fingered. He seems to love everything that Klaus ever wants to do to him. He would doubt such a thing could be true, but he doesn't, only because he feels the same way about him.

After getting some lube on his fingers, he knocks the tube away and reaches down between their bodies, pressing his fingers back behind Obi-Wan's balls and against his hole. It's an awkward angle, and his arm traps their cocks against their bellies, but he doesn't want to stop kissing Obi-Wan, or stop being able to look him so closely in the eye.

"No one takes care of you like I do, huh?" Klaus asks with a smile, nipping softly at Obi-Wan's bottom lip. He doesn't say it to be possessive or lay claim, but because he's so happy to be that person. Not just happy, but proud, too. He wants to make this man feel good, to take care of him, for a very long time.

Obi-Wan has never had anyone like this. He has loved before and he's had sexual, intimate relationships before, but never quite like this. With Satine, they had been hidden and rushed, forced to spend any intimate moments together in the shadows, always glancing over their shoulders. With others, he'd enjoyed friendship and sex, but he hadn't loved them. Not like this.

So he can only nod at Klaus's statement, knowing it to be true. No one does take care of him like Klaus does. No one else ever will.

He exhales sharply at the first press of Klaus's fingers, his hips jerking forward almost in surprise, even though he had known the touch was coming. Then, with a needy sounding moan, he pushes back against them, pressing himself against Klaus, indicating he wants more as he leans in for another long kiss.

"I've got you," Klaus breathes out, enthralled by Obi-Wan's face and how he reacts to Klaus's touch. Their mouths meet as Klaus's fingers press in deep, twisting a little every time that he moves them in and out. He lasts for as long it takes for Obi-Wan to let out another one of those pleading moans, and then slides his fingers out to grab his cock. He slicks it with one quick stroke and positions himself at Obi-Wan's hole, grabbing onto his hip to try and tug him down.

"Rock back for me," he says quietly, gasping as he presses his cock into the tight grip of Obi-Wan's body, grunting as sinks in slowly. He feels so fucking good, better than anything has ever felt, and Klaus doesn't think that he'll ever get over how it feels to fuck him bare, how wet and hot and intimate.

"Like that," he groans out once Obi-Wan is settled back against his hips, cock as deep inside of him as it can go. "Fuck, you're incredible, so tight."

Obi-Wan's breath is already quick, already heavy, his skin sheened with sweat as he sits up a little, letting Klaus move and position his cock. Then he's sinking back, feeling himself being filled, a sensation he's still not entirely used to in the most wonderful way possible.

Nothing between them, no barriers. Just the warmth of Klaus inside of him, feeling impossibly huge, making his cock ache with just how it's grown in response.

"Stars, Klaus," he breathes, his hands resting on Klaus's hips, merely holding onto him for the moment. He doesn't move, not yet, just allows himself to adjust to the stretch of muscles and luxuriate in the feeling of Klaus buried so deep inside of him.

Klaus's breath hitches and he reaches up the grip the back of Obi-Wan's neck, pulling him in for another kiss. He draws his knees up to take some of Obi's weight against his thighs. For a long moment, they both just revel in the moment, adjusting to each other as they swap slow, breathless kisses.

When he asked Obi-Wan to ride him, he had imagined staring up at Obi while he straddled him, sat up and showing off, but now he can't imagine letting Obi-Wan's face get that far from his own. Now, he grips Obi-Wan's hip and smoothly rolls them over, pressing Obi-Wan back against the bed as he rolls his hips, fucking into him slowly as he ducks his head for another kiss.

"I changed my mind," he pants out, shifting down onto his elbow and smiling, opening his mouth against Obi-Wan's as he rocks into him again. "I want it like this."

Truly, Obi-Wan would never dream of protesting, and he sinks back against the mattress, letting himself be moved, be treated with such care. Klaus's hips roll and Obi-Wan moans softly in response, reached up slightly to bring Klaus closer, their mouths meeting in another kiss.

He shifts slightly, tilting his hips to give Klaus better access, to help him sink deeper inside, and then he kisses him again, deep, breathless, before his head drops back against the pillow behind him. Between their bodies, his cock is leaking against his belly, leaving behind wet smears on his skin, in his hair, but he isn't even thinking of himself. He's only thinking of Klaus, of how good it feels to be with him.

"Kiss me again," he murmurs, reaching up, winding his fingers through Klaus's hair.

"As you wish," Klaus groans out, humming as Obi-Wan's hand curls into his hair, tugging at it in a way that sends sparks of pleasure tumbling down his spine. His mouth presses to Obi-Wan's again and he presses his hand into the bed next to Obi-Wan's shoulder, grabbing at his hip with the other as he starts to fuck him with slow, rolling thrusts.

Even though it's been quite some time (for him) since he's had an orgasm, he feels in no real rush. He just wants to revel in the sensation of being with Obi-Wan, bodies pressed together as sweat forms on their skin, making them shine like they're covered in morning dew in the low light.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he pants out, kissing along Obi-Wan's cheek and then down over his jaw, biting softly at his neck. "So good."

Beauty is not something Obi-Wan is often complimented on and while he’s aware he may be objectively handsome, it’s rarely something he considers. But Klaus makes him feel as if he is, as if it matters to be beautiful, and he supposes maybe it does in some way. He knows he likes it when Klaus compliments him. It makes him feel special and seen.

All he wants to do in return is make Klaus feel the same. Special and cared for and important.

“I love you,” he murmurs, grasping as Klaus, feeling sweat slick his palms. He can feel Klaus’s muscles moving beneath his skin, the shift and flex, and then he gasps as Klaus’s cock moves deeper inside of him.

The words make his breath hitch, because while he's heard them so many times now, he never feels fully prepared. They still take him off guard, still move him, every single time. He'll never get used to it, he doesn't think. Even if he gets to hear them for the rest of his life.

"I love you, too," he breathes out, leaning in for another kiss as he thrusts into Obi-Wan again and again, hard enough to elicit gorgeous little sounds from him, hitched breaths and quiet whimpers that Klaus kisses out of his mouth.

"Can I come inside of you?" He asks quietly, even though he knows the answer, that Obi-Wan wouldn't deny him that. Still, he just likes to hear it because that, too, is something that he'll never quite get used to.

The sound Obi-Wan makes is an exasperated little sputter, caught somewhere in the midst of a moan. He's never going to tell Klaus no, never ask him not to, and not only because it feels good, but because it's terribly, wonderfully intimate. It's something only they do together and with no one else.

Although, Obi-Wan has begun to suspect there isn't much either of them do with anyone else. Not anymore.

"Yes, please," he murmurs in response, his breath hitching again as Klaus hits that wonderful little spot inside of him. "Stars, Klaus, please. If you don't, I'll be terribly disappointed."

"I will, but you first," he replies, shifting his weight enough to be able to reach down between their bodies, taking Obi-Wan's cock in his fist and stroking in time with his thrusts. He presses his thumb up against the sensitive spot at the head of Obi-Wan's cock at the same time that he thrusts in hard again at that same angle, the one that makes Obi-Wan let out those delicious little sounds.

"You certainly don't look disappointed," Klaus teases breathlessly, leaning down to kiss him again, biting softly at his bottom lip. Tossing his hair back, he rolls his hips a little faster, dragging his fist up at the same time. "Come on, baby. Let me see."

Obi-Wan could never be disappointed. Klaus may have his insecurities, but Obi-Wan knows he has never been disappointed in Klaus and how could he be? This is a man who throws himself into the world over and over, despite the way it has hurt him. Constantly giving of himself, still smiling, still loving. Obi-Wan is in awe of Klaus so much of the time.

There is so much they can still teach one another.

"Yes," he breathes when Klaus squeezes his cock, his head falling back against the pillows. He's exposed, utterly laid bare, and entirely trusting in it. "Yes, Klaus, that's it."

Every thrust brings him closer to that edge, every moment, every touch of Klaus's hand around his cock. Obi-Wan is panting, every breath ragged and hot, and then he feels his balls draw up, his body tighten before he's coming over Klaus's hand, across his own belly, his cries of pleasure wordless.

As Obi-Wan urges him on, Klaus’s thrusts get a little harder, a little deeper, until he’s rewarded with the sight of Obi-Wan’s face as he comes, beautiful and sweet and sexy all at once. His body tightens around Klaus’s cock like it wants to keep him there, and Klaus fucks him through it, drawing out the pleasure for as long as he can.

He’s so focused on Obi-Wan that his own orgasm comes as a bit of a surprise, and he cries out softly as he spills into Obi-Wan’s body, fucking erratically through the mess of it for as long as he can before collapsing onto Obi-Wan’s body, panting against the curve of his throat.

“I love you,” he murmurs breathlessly against Obi-Wan’s skin, just because he means it, and he can.

(october 1)

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