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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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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.

"Hmm," Obi-Wan breathes on a slow exhale, more a sound than an actual word, although into it he tries to pour every bit of what he feels. His love, his affection, his desire. With Klaus, it may have started as a physical connection, one that was undeniably strong, charged with an electricity Obi-Wan hadn't really felt since his last intoxicating fight and flirtation with Ventress. But it's become so much more. It's evolved into this wonderful version of who they are, both apart and together.

He wants to stay here, wrapped up in Klaus, so he tilts his head and kisses Klaus's temple.

"How are you feeling?" he asks with a small, pleased smile. Certainly the sex wasn't meant only as a distraction, but Obi-Wan hopes it served that purpose, too, a little.

The question, along with the kiss, makes Klaus smile, eyes still closed as he relaxes on top of Obi-Wan. He doesn't pull out just yet, instead taking time to enjoy the intimate, sticky feeling of his cock softening slowly inside of Obi-Wan's body.

"I feel great. How could I not feel great?" Klaus drawls out, stretching his arms out to the side before pressing his elbows into the bed on either side of Obi-Wan's shoulders, propping himself up over the man and smiling down at his face, soft and fond.

"I feel good," he says a bit more seriously, leaning in to give him another soft kiss, nudging the tip of his nose up under Obi-Wan's. He hesitates for a moment, lips resting against Obi-Wan's, before continuing quietly. "This is still the happiest that I've ever been."

What they have is more than either of them expected, Obi-Wan knows this. They're both lucky, having been given this second chance, an opportunity to be happy once again, to love someone, to find a way to love again when they thought they wouldn't.

He knows all this and it still does him good to hear the words from Klaus's mouth.

"Good," he murmurs, running his hand down Klaus's damp back, smoothing over his skin. "I want you to be happy."

Happiness isn't something that can be forced, he can't make someone be happy just by his will alone, but he's glad he can have some small part in it regardless. He can bring something to the happiness Klaus feels.

Klaus has to wonder if there's some sort of threshold to just how much he can love someone, because with Obi-Wan, it just keeps climbing and climbing. He falls more each day, with each sweet thing that falls so easily from his mouth. His heart just keeps on growing and growing, and he knows that he loves Obi-Wan more than he loves himself, more than he's ever loved another person.

It feels like a slight discredit to Dave, but Klaus knows it isn't. What he had with Dave was special and real, and a part of his heart will always belong to Dave. Just like he knows the same is true for Obi-Wan and Satine.

But what they have, what they've built together, is incredible. Please, he thinks, let it never end.

"I am, most of the time," Klaus says softly, because to say that he spends every moment happy would be a lie. But overall, especially here in this room, in the arms of this man, he really is. "Thanks in no small part to you."

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