terriblymisguided | (for obi-wan)

Perhaps if not for the Force, Obi-Wan would be more surprised by the appearance of a woman in his bed. Perhaps if such a thing hadn't already happened to him, he might be more surprised, but as it is, when he opens his eyes in the early morning light and finds the beautiful woman lying next to him, he knows it's still Klaus lying there.

It's still early and he knows Klaus will sleep for a little while longer, so Obi-Wan leans over and presses a kiss to the slightly rounder cheek, then rises. He showers, meditates, then puts on coffee, knowing the smell will wake Klaus.

He has to admit, in a playful little part of his heart, he's hoping to hear a yelp of surprise from the bedroom.

When Klaus opens his eyes again, he breathes in the scent of fresh coffee and smiles, turning his head toward the hall. The bed is empty next to him, but that isn’t very surprising. Obi-Wan often gets up before him, because Klaus is a night owl by nature and likes sleeping in.

He sits up and stretches his arms over his head, and it’s only then that he notices the unfamiliar weight at his chest. He looks down to see tits in his immediate field of vision, and it takes a long moment for him to register that they’re attached to him.

It’s a strange sort of dysphoria, because while he’s always had a male-presenting body, he has never really been sure that it represents how he feels inside. He doesn’t feel like a woman, either, though he’s always been curious. Now that he’s here, his suspicions are confirmed. He belongs to neither gender. He is something entirely his own.

Eventually, he snaps out of his initial shock and his eyes widen when he realizes that if he has tits, he’s probably also lacking a certain appendage that he’s become rather fond of over the years.

He rips the blankets away from his lap only to see that yes, his cock is very much gone, and he can’t help the anguished (and much higher pitched) shriek that he lets out because even though he knows that this is only temporary, it’s still quite a shock.

The sound comes eventually and Obi-Wan presses his lips together, chuckling softly as he prepares a mug of coffee for Klaus, mixing it just the way he likes before he picks up the mug of tea he'd made for himself. Then he takes both down the hall to the bedroom and leans against the doorway, looking at Klaus in the bed.

"Well," he says. "Hello there. And who might you be?"

It's clear by the smile he's wearing that he's teasing, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Obi-Wan doesn’t look the slightest bit surprised. Not that Klaus thought that he’d be shocked, not after the same thing happened to him, but there’s no reaction at all. He’s smirking.

“You saw me like this and didn’t wake me up?” Klaus asks as he rolls out of bed and almost immediately topples over. He holds his hands out to the side for balance as he adjusts to this new center of gravity, and then walks over to stand in front of Obi-Wan, resting his hands on his new, shapely hips. They do have a very nice curve to them, he must say.

“You weren’t immediately overcome by the need to ravish me?” Klaus asks, only half teasing as he rolls his eyes and reaches out to take his coffee. The mug looks enormous in his delicate little hand, and he glances over towards the bathroom, where the mirror is.

“I need coffee to deal with this,” he mumbles, glaring mildly at Obi-Wan as he takes a careful sip. It’s so wonderful that he immediately relaxes a bit, humming as that first taste of caffeine hits his bloodstream. He pauses for a moment and then takes another sip before looking up at Obi-Wan, almost shyly.

“Am I pretty?” He asks sincerely, because he’s always put such value on the way he looks. For a long time, it seemed like the only thing that he had going for him. He knows it probably isn’t healthy to look at himself like that, and he’s trying to be better, but how he looks is still so important to him.

"You looked so peaceful, why would I wake you?" Obi-Wan asks, the picture of innocence, blinking wide, blue eyes at Klaus as he passes him the coffee.

As ever, Klaus doesn't seem particularly shy, standing naked in the room without a thought, despite this change in his body. Perhaps it's made easier by the fact that Obi-Wan doesn't feel any unsteadiness with the change either and is, in fact, treating Klaus as he would any other day. Teasing him, pretending to be innocent when he's truly anything but.

The question makes him laugh a little and he says, "Of course you are. You're as beautiful as you've ever been."

As if Klaus could be anything else.

The answer makes Klaus smile, even though he knows it isn't as if Obi-Wan would ever say differently, regardless of how he looked. Because he loves who Klaus is, and not just what he looks like. Sometimes that still stuns him.

He nods a little and takes another fortifying sip of coffee before setting the mug down on the dresser, breathing in deeply before setting about exploring himself. His hair is longer with looser curls that tumble down his back, and he holds out his hands to marvel how delicate they look. His tattoos are still on his palms, and when he looks down, he sees his dog tags and the ink on his softer looking stomach.

Also very nice tits, and still no dick.

Tossing his hair over one shoulder, he reaches out for Obi-Wan's hand but then stops when it finally registers that he's looking up at him. He gasps and then reaches up to cup each side of his face. "You're so tall!"

“I’m no taller than I was yesterday,” Obi-Wan replied as he reaches up with his free hand to curl his fingers around Klaus’s narrower wrist. Klaus has always been on the thin side, but now he feels delicate, too, even if Obi-Wan is certain he would still be the formidable presence he always is, no matter his size.

“I think,” he says, pausing to take a sip from his tea. “I think you might actually be short.” A grin blooms behind the rim of his mug and he squeezes Klaus’s wrist gently in his amusement.

“It’s just a suspicion I have,” he adds quickly, as if not wanting to offend. “We should perhaps compare in the mirror.”

“Surely you jest!” Klaus’s gaze is drawn to Obi-Wan’s hand where it’s curled around his tiny little wrist. It sends a warm little spark through him, and that feels different, too.

“Perhaps we should.” He looks up at Obi-Wan and then pulls his hand away so he can take Obi-Wan’s instead, holding onto it as he steps forward to lead him into the bathroom. He usually walks with a bit of a sway to his hips, and it looks a little exaggerated on him now. When they step into the bathroom, it’s dark and Klaus closes his eyes, urging Obi-Wan behind him.

He takes Obi-Wan’s hand and lifts it to put it over his eyes, laughing a little as he leans back agaisnt Obi-Wan. They don’t fit together quite the same, but it’s still comfortable.

“I’m nervous,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I don’t know why.”

"I think it makes sense," Obi-Wan answers as he sets his mug of tea aside on the counter, then reaches for the light switch. They're not going to see anything in the dark, although with his hand over Klaus's eyes, he's not going to see anything either way.

"You've woken up in a body you've never spent any time in," he continues. "It's bound to be unsettling, even when you're living in a place like Darrow, where such things aren't surprising. Your entire body has still shifted."

He remembers what it was like. He'd still felt like himself, properly so, within the Force, but the body had been different indeed.

“You’re right,” Klaus murmurs, still holding Obi-Wan’s hand over his eyes. He can tell that Obi-Wan has turned on the light, and it’s cold enough in the bathroom that he gives an almost violent shiver. His nipples stiffen from the chill and his breath hitches a little, because they’re so much more sensitive than before.

It took him longer than people might expect to grow attuned to his body, perhaps due to how long it took him to discover what being non-binary was. That helped him, and he learned to love his body, every piece of it. Now it’s entirely different.

When he leans back against Obi-Wan, he can feel the soft bulge of his cock against the small of his back, because he’s so much shorter now. His presence looms larger and Klaus shivers again, but not from the chill. It’s because he likes that difference in size.

“Okay, okay. Let’s do this before I freeze my new tits off,” Klaus murmurs, breathing in deep and pulling Obi-Wan’s hand away. He blinks against the sudden light and lets his gaze go first to Obi-Wan’s reflection before dipping lower to see his own. It’s startling, and Klaus’s eyes widen a bit as he reaches up to cup his rounder cheeks, pursing his fuller lips. He puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head, watching as his long hair spills over one shoulder.

He lets his hands slide up his soft stomach to cup his breasts, weighing them in his hands for a moment, breath catching as he thumbs at his rosy nipples. He plays with them idly as his gaze drops down between his legs, to the dark thatch of curls at the apex of them.

“I suppose it’ll do,” he says eventually, stepping back against Obi-Wan in hopes of feeling him against back again, perhaps a little harder this time. Still studying himself, he reaches back to find Obi-Wan’s hands and put them on his curved hips, holding them there. “For the time being.”

Obi-Wan can't help but smile at the way Klaus appraises himself. He can't remember if he had done the same, spent the time peering in the mirror, and he's fairly certain he hadn't done so right at the start. Eventually perhaps, maybe when Harley had been helping him find something to wear, he might have looked at himself in the mirror, stared at the nose, the curve of his lips, trying to see the face he was most used to.

But Klaus inspects himself thoroughly and Obi-Wan has to bite his lower lip against his amusement.

"Ah yes," he says as Klaus steps back into him. He ducks his head -- having to duck lower than he usually does -- and presses a kiss to Klaus's soft shoulder. He's wearing a smile, his lips curved against Klaus's skin, his tone teasing. "It'll do. Mediocre, really, at best."

“Mediocre,” Klaus repeats with a smirk, reaching back to curl his narrow arm back around Obi-Wan’s neck when he ducks his head. He watches their reflections as Obi-Wan’s lips touch his skin, and he can see himself in the way he moves, even if the body is different.

Yeah, it’ll work.

“I’m cold,” Klaus says with a pout in his voice, lower lip jutting out slightly as he turns around and presses up onto his toes to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. “Will you take me back to bed and warm me up? Even if I’m hideously average?”

"Hmm, right now?" Obi-Wan asks, pretending to check a watch he never wears. "That you're cold is the reason I brought you coffee, after all."

His words don't match his actions, however, and a moment later he's scooped Klaus up in his arms, holding him against his chest. The body he's in now is smaller, much more feminine in its softness and curves, and while Obi-Wan loves Klaus's regular form very much, he loves this one, too. Because it's Klaus he loves, after all, no matter what he looks like on the outside.

Stepping back into the bedroom, he deposits Klaus on the bed, making sure to pull back the sheets. Then he works in an exaggerated motion to tuck him in on all sides, blinking innocently.

"There," he says. "All warm."

It lasts only a moment, however, before Obi-Wan is crawling into the bed next to him.

While Klaus has always been slender, he’s also always been tall, so being picked up by another person isn’t something that he’s used to. But now, Obi-Wan scoops him so easily, like he’s the heroine in a romance novel, and Klaus can’t help but to swoon a little as he’s carried to the bedroom.

He’s less impressed as he’s tucked in, but he goes along with it and raises a brow at Obi-Wan as he climbs onto the bed. He knows that Obi-Wan is only teasing him, but he seems so casual, like he isn’t affected at all by the sight of Klaus like this, and for some reason that makes him want to pout.

“You’re being very sassy this morning,” he says casually, looking at Obi-Wan for a long moment before his attention is drawn back to his new body. He lifts the blankets to look down at himself again, pleased at how perky his tits still are for being almost halfway through his thirties.

“I would have thought that maybe you’d like to kiss me,” he says with the vaguest hint of nerves in his voice, because of course Obi-Wan still wants him. He’s getting better at dealing with his vast insecurities, at least when it comes to being in a relationship, but this dramatic change has him feeling off-kilter and a little needy.

“Or touch me,” he says as he lets the blankets fall back to just under his chin, though the movement of shoulder is pretty obvious as he reaches down between his legs, sliding his fingertips curiously along the outside of his cunt, a small pout of concentration on his face. “But maybe I’ll just have to do it myself.”

Though he's only been teasing, Obi-Wan can hear that faint tremor of nerves in Klaus's voice and he reaches out beneath the blanket to put his hand over Klaus's. Not to touch him -- not yet -- but to stop him from touching himself.

Yes, their physical intimacy is important to their relationship, Obi-Wan would never say otherwise, but what they have is so much more than that.

"Do you remember what I said when this happened to me?" he asks, looking at Klaus steadily, intently. "I still felt the same. Within the Force, I was still Obi-Wan Kenobi, regardless of my form. It's the same with you now. You may look different in many ways, but if I close my eyes and look for you in the Force, all I feel is Klaus. This changes nothing for how I feel for you."

And then he does kiss Klaus, gently at first, allowing Klaus to adjust to how it feels, the way Obi-Wan's mouth is larger than his now, the brush of his beard against newly smooth skin.

Obi-Wan’s hand covers his own and Klaus turns to look at him, lower lip quivering slightly as he speaks. The words make his eyes sting and gloss over slightly, which he’ll blame on all the new hormones, but really it’s because Obi-Wan is so sweet to him, always. Even when he’s being a brat.

He swallows hard and nods a little, pulling his arms out from under the blanket to wrap them around Obi-Wan’s neck as he leans in. The kiss is soft and Klaus closes his eyes as he adjusts to the differences. Their mouths don’t fit together quite the same, but it still feels natural. Kissing Obi-Wan is still the easiest thing in the world.

And he does feel reassured, and perhaps a little contrite. What Obi-Wan feels for him, what they feel for each other, is so far beyond the physical. Sometimes he just needs to be reminded that he has worth beyond what he looks like, and Obi-Wan has done just that.

He stops thinking about how quickly he can get Obi-Wan between his legs and just enjoys this moment instead, holding onto the man that he loves and indulging in the rare experience of getting used to kissing him all over again, soft and slow and tender.

Even without use of the Force, Obi-Wan can feel when Klaus relaxes, when he opens him up to accepting the ease with which Obi-Wan can still feel him, still sense him, despite the changes to his body. It's a beautiful moment, knowing that Klaus trusts him, and Obi-Wan smiles against his mouth before he pulls back and presses a kiss to his chin, the tip of his nose.

"Hm, no facial hair," he says thoughtfully, lifting one hand to rub his forefinger over Klaus's naked upper lip. He's seen Klaus without facial hair before, though it's never lasted particularly long, and he knows this is different.

"But your tattoos remain," he continues, lifting one of Klaus's hand to peer at the word hello in stark black letters on his palm. Then he ducks his head, pressing his lips to the word, his eyes closed in pleasure.

Klaus feels Obi-Wan’s smile against his mouth and relaxes even further, smiling as his new, more delicate face is peppered with soft kisses. He’s so terribly lucky.

“Not a lot of hair anywhere,” Klaus murmurs against the pad of Obi-Wan’s finger, nipping at it playfully before he moves away. He’d noticed that his legs were smooth and his pubic hair was neatly groomed, which he supposes makes sense. Sometimes he shaves his legs just because he likes the feel of it, and he always does when he’s in drag.

Obi-Wan lifts his hand, causing the blankets to spill down around Klaus’s hips, and he turns his other arm slightly to see the tattoo declaring his troop still there on his bicep. His dog tags are still there, laying neatly between his breasts. The beauty mark on his collarbone is still there, too. So are the little scars that he’s picked up over the years.

Klaus lifts his gaze to Obi-Wan’s face as he presses a kiss to Klaus’s palm, and the look on his face sends a small shiver through him, a rush of affection and pleasure that sends a flush to his cheeks.

“I should get a tattoo for you,” he says suddenly, smiling as he cups Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Maybe I’ll let you pick the spot.”

"What would you get?" Obi-Wan asks. The words are unexpected, meaningful in a way he'd never considered something like a tattoo might be, and something stirs in his chest at the thought. Klaus already wears the tag with the date Obi-Wan had inscribed upon it, a sign of their love, and now here he is, this man who had been wary of a relationship, considering putting a permanent mark upon his body to honour what they are together.

It's a thought Obi-Wan finds he likes very much.

"As for where..." He ducks his head and presses a kiss to Klaus's collarbone, then the top of one breast, the soft curve beneath his lips. "I suppose I would have to explore further before making such a decision."

The thought of getting a tattoo in honor of Obi-Wan doesn’t scare Klaus, just like it didn’t with Dave. Both men have earned a place on Klaus’s body, because no matter what happens, they’ll always have a piece of him.

The look on Obi-Wan’s face seals it, though. Klaus would do anything to make him look like that.

“Hmm, maybe a constellation. Since you’re from the stars,” Klaus drawls out, closing his eyes and smiling as Obi-Wan presses kisses to his skin. It still feels warm and familiar, but also new enough that it feels even better. Exciting and safe all at once.

“That does sound very wise,” Klaus says fondly, opening his eyes as he looks down at the top of Obi-Wan’s head and reaching up to card his slender fingers through his soft hair. “Tattoos are forever, after all. You must be very sure.”

Tattoos are very common in the world Obi-Wan is from, worn by countless people, signs of religion or race, symbols of their status, their wealth. There are Jedi with tattoos, markings to display who they are, where they come from, though Obi-Wan has never considered one for himself. The people he loves most in Darrow, those he's met here, they're both marked with ink under their skin. He finds the concept both fascinating and beautiful.

"There are planets where I'm from," he murmurs as he shifts his body, still dressed in his soft pants and t-shirt, over Klaus's much smaller frame. "Where the people tattoo themselves as a symbol of their family or their religion. I've always found them so beautiful, these markings, pieces of art, that remind someone where they've been."

He kisses Klaus's throat, then slides one palm up the side of his body, marvelling at the new curves, the softness of his skin.

"Some people do that where I'm from, too," Klaus breathes out, humming softly as Obi-Wan presses him down into the bed. He feels so much heavier now, but it's a comfortable weight and he feels warm and relaxed. "You're a little of both those things for me, I think, so I'll get a tattoo for you."

When Obi-Wan touches him, kisses him, brushes his beard against his skin, it all feels familiar but also new enough that it sets his nerves alight, arousal pooling slowly at the core of him.

"I'd get the stars for you," he breathes out, spreading his thighs open wider as he slides his hands down Obi-Wan's back to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He gets his hands on Obi-Wan's muscular back and marvels at how there seems to be so much more of him like this. "Obi, kiss me, please."

Obi-Wan hardly needs to be asked twice -- unless, like earlier, he's enjoying teasing Klaus far too much -- and once he's shed his t-shirt, he leans in for a long kiss, pressing his mouth to Klaus's, nudging his lips apart gently. Even though the kiss feels different, it's marginally so, the sort of kiss that Obi-Wan can still feel and taste Klaus inside of.

It's a wonderful thing, being able to recognize someone so thoroughly.

He settles between Klaus's thighs, the hard line of his cock presses to the core of him, and where he would normally feel Klaus's length in return there's only heat and softness. It makes Obi-Wan tremble slightly as he kisses Klaus again and again, cupping one soft breast in his palm, his thumb gliding across Klaus's nipple.

While Klaus has always been more slender than Obi-Wan, he never felt small when pinned underneath him, not until now. It's not a bad feeling. In fact, it's a very wonderful feeling, because he knows that he's safe. Over the course of his life, Klaus has felt truly safe around very few people. It's not a physical thing. He's never really been worried in that regard, but emotional safety? That's a rare thing for Klaus indeed.

And now, even with this sudden upheaval, he knows that it'll be okay because Obi-Wan is here with him, and as long as that stays true, Klaus is safe.

Klaus watches Obi-Wan's face as he presses their bodies together, and sees the subtle way his eyes seem to widen just as Klaus's lips part on a soft gasp. He can feel the press of Obi-Wan's cock against his cunt, separated by just a thin layer of cotton, and he lets out a low moan as his clit throbs, pleasure spreading outward from the core of him.

They kiss and Obi-Wan thumbs at his nipple and Klaus throbs again, thighs trembling as he wraps his arms tightly around Obi-Wan's shoulders.

"I'm pretty sure I'm ruining your pants," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth, because he can feel how wet he is, and whether intentionally or not, they're grinding together like a couple of horny kids. He grins and nips softly at Obi's bottom lip, drawing his knees up as he slides one hand down to grab at Obi-Wan's ass. "You should probably take them off."

"Oh, you're hardly ruining them," Obi-Wan answers, though he's distracted by Klaus's touch, as is always the case. It feels different now, Klaus's fingers slender, his hands smaller, and Obi-Wan can't help but press back against his touch before his hips roll forward once more.

With another kiss, a soft sigh, he rolls to one side, moving onto his back so he can slip out of his soft pants. He's wearing nothing beneath, had seen no point in it when he had only just gotten out of bed and wanted to remain as comfortable as possible, and he discards the pants off the edge of the bed.

Fully undressed, he rolls back toward Klaus, smiling at him, watching the way the light dances in his eyes.

"As beautiful as ever," he confirms before he leans in for another kiss.

The compliment makes Klaus flush, because sincere praise might just be the only thing that can bring color to his cheeks these days. Eagerly, he returns the kiss, only breaking away to let out a moan when Obi-Wan presses their bodies together again.

The sound he makes his high pitched and feminine, and Klaus wonders if it’s strange to find the sound of his own moan so arousing. Probably not, really. He finds himself hot all the time. That clone of his running around town is hot, and Klaus probably would have fucked him, given the chance.

Not now, though. No, now there’s only this, and it doesn’t feel like he’s trapped. It feels wonderful.

He wants to experience everything while he’s in this body—- wants Obi-Wan to finger him and eat him out and fuck him in every position there is, but right now he can’t think much beyond getting Obi-Wan’s cock inside of him, because he doesn’t want to spend another second in a body that Obi-Wan hasn’t fucked.

“Obi, please,” he gasps out, panting against the side of Obi-Wan’s head as he shifts to reach down between their bodies to take Obi-Wan’s cock in his hand. “Fuck, you really are huge.”

He laughs breathlessly and strokes his hand up and down the length of him once before spreading his thighs shamelessly wide and trying to guide Obi-Wan inside of him. Vaguely, he wonders if it’ll hurt, if it’ll feel like a first time.

Klaus kind of hopes that it does, so he can have a first time that’s special, one he’ll remember. Perhaps it’s sentimental, but that’s what Obi-Wan does to him.

Even without the words, Obi-Wan knows what Klaus wants, can feel it in every movement and sense it in every word. He can't help but laugh at the comment on the size of him, having never thought of himself as any particular thing, just a man, like so many others.

All he cares now is that he satisfies Klaus. Nothing else matters.

"Here," he murmurs, reaching down to take himself in hand. "Let's go slow at first. I don't want to hurt you." He doesn't know what this body will be like, if somehow it might remember all they've done before, though that doesn't seem possible. This is Klaus, but isn't. The body is new, one Obi-Wan has never touched until now.

He doesn't want it to hurt at all.

Carefully, he nudges the head of his cock against the warmth of Klaus's cunt, a shudder going through him at just how good he still feels. He's achingly hard, but he still goes slowly, pressing himself inside just a bit, then a bit more, watching Klaus's face curiously as he does.

Klaus makes a bit of a face when Obi-Wan says that they’ll go slow, but he doesn’t protest. It’s probably wise, given his size and the newness of this body, but Klaus has always been greedy, wanting everything all at once.

It does hurt, a little. Not in a bad way, nowhere near enough to make him want to stop. In fact, he’s a little bit fascinated by it, the pinch and sting, followed by a dull burn. He stares up at Obi-Wan the entirely time, making soft noises and clutching at his shoulders.

He’s well aware that virginity is a social construct and completely meaningless, but he also can’t help but to find the whole thing kind of beautiful. It’s another chance at a first time, and for this one, he’s completely sober. He’ll remember every second of it, because it’s with someone who loves him and yeah, it’s silly and sentimental to get emotional over getting his cherry popped by someone he’s already had sex with hundreds of times by now, but he’s getting all misty-eyed anyway.

When Obi-Wan bottoms out, thick cock as deep inside of Klaus as it can go, his breath hitches and he lets out a soft moan, staring up at Obi-Wan with something like wonder in his expression, eyes glossed over as he smiles.

“You feel so good,” he breathes out, letting his head fall back down to the pillow. He hums as he gives himself a moment to adjust, back arching a little as the burn gives way to pleasure. He clenches his muscles experimentally around Obi-Wan’s cock and lets out a pleased little squeak at how good it feels.

“Okay, big guy,” he teases in a rough voice, clenching his cunt down around Obi-Wan’s cock again and rocking his hips a little. “You can move now.” Klaus presses himself up onto his elbows so he can look down between their bodies, eyes wide as Obi-Wan’s cock slides out of his cunt and sinks back in slowly. “Fuck, that’s beautiful. Look at us, Obi.”

It is beautiful and not because of the changes with Klaus's body, but because of who they are together. It's beautiful because this moment and all the ones they share are filled with love and Obi-Wan knows how lucky he is to have this.

Shifting, he slips one arm around Klaus, behind his shoulders, holding him closer, then he uses his other hand to guide Klaus's thighs up higher, around his waist. It changes the angle of his thrusts and he hopes it's for the better. In the past, women have always seemed to like it, and as he gives his hips a slow roll, pushing deep inside of Klaus, he watches his expression just to see how it feels.

He can feel Klaus adjusting, too. Getting used to this body. Learning how it works. He feels the clench of Klaus's muscles around his cock and lets out a low moan at the heat of it, how tight he is when he does this. A fine tremble works through Obi-Wan and then he leans in for another kiss, parting Klaus's lips with his tongue.

Obi-Wan gathers Klaus up in his arms and for a moment he feels so tiny, delicate in Obi’s strong arms, but that only heightens his arousal. Pleasure flows through him a little differently, seeming to take up the entirety of him, settling just under his skin.

When Obi-Wan changes the angle and plunges into him again, Klaus lets out a surprised cry, eyes flying open as he strikes what must be his g-spot. It makes his hips jerk, thighs trembling as he moans again. It’s absurd how close he feels to an orgasm already, and when Obi-Wan kisses him, Klaus returns it hungrily, clutching tightly at Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he rocks his hips to meet each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck.” He only pulls away to breathe, sucking in deep lungfuls of air and moaning again as his head falls back to the pillow. He stares up at Obi-Wan with a dazed sort of awe, whimpering at a particularly good thrust. A thought occurs to him and he laughs, breathless and open-mouthed. “And to think, we haven’t even touched my clit yet. You’re slacking, Kenobi.”

"Am I?" Obi-Wan asks in return, already breathing heavily, though his focus remains entirely on Klaus. "Maybe this is a very pointed choice on my part."

He knows Klaus is bound to be sensitive, especially during this adjustment period, and Obi-Wan doesn't wish to overwhelm him, though he has plans for the rest of this day. Perhaps even the entire day, if Klaus can hold out for that long. It will be very interesting to experiment and see just what they can do together now.

"Maybe I'm just experimenting," he murmurs, ducking his head, dragging his lips over Klaus's chest, then biting at the place where his shoulder and neck meet. He punctuates the bite with another thrust of his lips, rolling deeper inside of Klaus's body, then nips at him again. "Maybe I want to see what you're capable of before I start racing for the finish line."

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Klaus pants out, feeling his eyes roll back in his head as Obi-Wan hits that spot inside of him and bites him at the same time. Obi-Wan is just so fucking hot all the time, with his accent and his way with words and the way he always knows exactly what Klaus needs and how to give it him, even in a body he’s never touched.

“Okay, yeah, whatever you want,” he says with a groan, crying out sharply as Obi’s teeth press into his skin again. He can feel the pressure building at the core of him, spreading outward, and he just takes a breath and leans into it, knowing that Obi-Wan will get him where he needs to be. “Just don’t stop.”

Obi-Wan laughs, unable to help himself, a hot breath against Klaus’s skin as he shifts slightly and changes the angle yet again. This time, despite what he’s just teased, he’s changed the angle to give himself a bit of space between their bodies.

His hand slides between them, down the smooth plane of Klaus’s stomach, over the black lines of his tattoo, then between his legs. His fingers go past Klaus’s clit, touching between them where his cock drives into Klaus with each deep thrust.

And then, only then, he lets his fingers glide over Klaus’s clit. It’s a light touch yet, experimental, wanting to see how Klaus’s body responds before he pushes it too far.

That quiet, rugged laugh only adds to everything that Klaus is feeling, safety and fondness and love on top of pleasure that just keeps building and building until his thighs are trembling. All he can do his arch his back and cling to Obi-Wan, too dazed to really move at all.

When his hand glides down Klaus's body, his stomach tenses and he stares up at Obi-Wan's face in awe, mouth open and brow knitted slightly, whimpering as the pleasure grows to the point that he isn't sure how he could possibly contain it all.

And then those clever fingers drag over his clit. It's a light touch, hardly any pressure at all, and it still makes him cry out. He lifts a hand to grab the back of Obi-Wan's head, fingers twisting in his hair as Klaus's body curls up on his own accord. He presses their foreheads together and pants against Obi-Wan's mouth.

"Oh, oh," he moans, startled, because for a moment it all feels like too much, but then the pleasure crests and then just seems to explode, making him cry out and clutch almost desperately at Obi-Wan as his hips jerk through it, thighs quivering as it just seems to go on and on. "Fuck, Obi. Oh my God."

A smile touches the corners of Obi-Wan’s mouth, even as he breathes heavily against Klaus’s skin, his fingers rubbing against his clit at the same time. He’s careful, doesn’t put too much pressure, especially now that he’s coming, his body bending, his muscles clenching around Obi-Wan’s cock.

But still, for as good as he feels, a little part of him wants to whisper, I told you so. Somehow he manages to refrain, instead focusing all his energy on dragging out Klaus’s orgasm for as long as he can.

And then, with one final thrust, with the sounds Klaus is making, those breathless sort of moans, with the way his body tightens, Obi-Wan comes, too. It rolls through him, snapping his hips forward as he buries himself inside of Klaus, coming in waves.

For a moment, Obi-Wan looks positively smug and that only endears him even further to Klaus, who laughs even as he comes, and it's one of the brightest, happiest moments of his entire life.

He makes himself keep his eyes open, staring up at Obi-Wan's face as the pleasure seems to crest once more, just as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard, cock pulsing as he comes deep inside of Klaus's body. The sensation makes him tremble all over, and he clutches hard at Obi-Wan, cunt clenching down around him over and over as he breathes through it.

"Fuck, baby," he gasps out, fingers curling in Obi-Wan's hair as his head falls back to the pillow. Obi's fingers are still resting against his clit and Klaus slides one hand down to cover Obi's, squeezing as he drags their joined hands back up between their bodies. Obi-Wan's fingertips are glistening in the low light, wet from Klaus's cunt, and he gives them a curious look before opening his mouth and reaching out to touch his tongue the pad of Obi's middle finger. Making eye contact with Obi-Wan, he closes his lips around the slick digit, pulling into his mouth and moaning quietly as he tastes himself against Obi-Wan's skin.

Obi-Wan's body shudders, trembling as he comes, as he empties inside of Klaus and while that isn't necessarily a new sensation between the two of them, somehow it still is. Made different by this body, perhaps, made different by the new situation. It doesn't matter. All he knows is how good he feels, how loved, and that is something that belongs entirely to Klaus.

"Well?" he asks after another soft laugh, his finger still between Klaus's lips. "Do you rise to your own expectations?"

He's teasing gently and then he ducks his head to nuzzle at Klaus's throat, breathing in the scent of him. Like so much else, it's changed and yet not. There's something new about it, something different, and yet there's Klaus there at the base of it all. Familiar and wonderful and Obi-Wan breathes him in deep, then kisses his shoulder gently.

Klaus grins softly around the tip of Obi-Wan's finger, teeth closing gently around the tip of it before letting it go. He lets his thighs fall open on either side of Obi's hips, stretching out his toes and tipping his head back to make room for Obi-Wan's mouth. The scrape of his beard makes Klaus shiver, and he has to smile when Obi-Wan outright sniffs him, because it's such an intimately weird thing, and he loves it so much.

"Sweet as pie," he teases happily, eyes closed as he drags his hands up Obi-Wan's sides. It feels different being pressed down by him now. He's so much smaller, and he can feel the pressure against his breasts, and the absence of his cock against his legs. His arousal is still at a simmer, cunt aching like it wants another round. Klaus has always had a good refractory period, but this is a little insane.

"But I suppose you'll have to taste it for yourself, darling," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's ear, voice pitched breathy and low, clenching down around his cock again to keep him buried inside.

"I suppose I must," Obi-Wan agrees, although his hips are still rolling a little, mostly a lazy gesture, and he doesn't want to pull from Klaus's body just yet. "But are you sure you don't need anything? A glass of water, perhaps?"

His tone is teasing, and even if Klaus can't see his face, he has to be able to feel the smile against his throat. He shifts his weight a little, leaning to one elbow, not wanting to crush Klaus utterly, given the size of him now, but neither is he ready to separate. Although he knows there's more to come, so much more possibility, he feels wonderfully warm and sated in this moment.

There's truly nowhere else he would rather be right now.

"All I know is if you try to leave this bed, I will physically fight you," Klaus says with a breathless laugh, grinning as he tips his head back and reaches up to cup the back of Obi-Wan's head. Pleasure is still humming through him, and he gives another shiver as his thighs tighten around Obi-Wan's hips, keeping him close.

"Oh, wow," he says after a long moment, letting go of Obi-Wan so he can stretch his arms up over his head, thighs falling open as the weight of his breasts shifts upward on his chest. So many differences, some subtle and some not, and Klaus marvels at them all. "I feel great. What do you think?"

He smirks up at Obi-Wan and squeezes the walls of his cunt again, wiggling his hips a little as he lifts Obi's hand to press it against one of his breasts. "Do I feel great to you?"

“You feel as wonderful as ever,” Obi-Wan murmurs, his lips dragging along Klaus’s throat, still enjoying the act of simply breathing him in. He can feel the way Klaus’s body tightens around him again and lets out a long, slow breath.

Then, very carefully, he draws back. He can feel himself still leaking, the moisture against Klaus’s thighs, and he lets out a soft, pleased breath.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, then kisses Klaus again. “And I will love you always.”

When Obi-Wan pulls out of him, Klaus lets out a small whimper of protest, only to gasp softly at how different it feels, and how his insides seem to pulse with the need for more. He grins, soft and happy, and hooks his arms under Obi-Wan's shoulders to keep him from pulling too far away.

"I will love you always," Klaus replies, grinning almost shyly because it's those words that make him feel vulnerable, so much more so than the sex.

"Always," he says again, lifting his head to bump his nose against Obi-Wan's before giving him a long, lingering kiss.

"I really am a lucky man," Obi-Wan says and while his tone is teasing, his eyes are warm, crinkling at the corners as he smiles and then leans into the kiss once again.

He knows Klaus doesn't want him to leave yet and so he doesn't. At least not immediately. After a few more minutes of long, slow kisses, he pushes back, then kisses Klaus's stomach once before rolling off the bed.

"I'll be back," he promises, before walking naked to the kitchen and pouring them both a glass of water. Klaus may be focused on other things -- naturally, of course, the changes are rather huge -- but Obi-Wan is determined to keep him hydrated.

When Obi-Wan pulls away from him, Klaus lets out a groan of protest, grasping playfully at Obi-Wan's hair before letting it slip through his fingers as he rolls away. He presses up onto his elbows just to watch Obi-Wan's naked ass as he walks away, and then looks down at his own breasts, lifting a hand to squeeze one just because he can.

He climbs out of bed as well, stumbling a little from both the change in his center of gravity and Obi-Wan turning his legs into jelly. One of Obi-Wan's shirts, button-down and pale green, is draped over a chair, and he plucks it up as he walks over to the mirror on the back of the door. He looks kind of amazing, naked and glistening with sweat, and Klaus pulls the shirt over his shoulders just to see how it would look.

It falls to his mid-thigh, and he thinks that he looks kind of sexy, turning this way and that to look at his reflection. Smiling to himself, he pulls his long hair out of the collar and rests his hands on his hips, waiting for Obi-Wan to come back and see him.

When Obi-Wan returns and finds Klaus dressed in one of his shirts and posed, just waiting, his mouth twitches beneath his moustache, though he does his best to keep from smiling too widely. Instead, he passes one glass of water toward Klaus and asks, "Getting dressed already? I must not have performed as well as you indicated."

The pale green of the skirt looks rather lovely against Klaus's skin, something that would likely be true regardless of the form he's in. Obi-Wan allows himself to look, still smiling only a little, resisting the urge to break into anything too wide.

"I suppose it does suit you," he allows. "Although I thought for certain if you were going to get dressed and abandon me, you'd do so in your own clothing." Anything will be too big on Klaus, but at least his own clothes will still be in the bold patterns and bright colours he seems to prefer.

"There is always room for improvement," Klaus teases, smiling as he reaches out for the glass. He flips his long hair over one shoulder and takes a few long gulps, throat working as he swallows. "Maybe I just wanted you to tell me I look pretty and to take it off of me."

He takes another sip of water and then sets the glass down on the dresser before moving towards Obi-Wan in a sultry, simpering sort of way, adjusting quickly to doing so with this new body. He was already good at moving as if he had hips to work with, and now he does.

"Maybe I wanted you to wrap me up in your big, strong arms," he says softly, looking up at Obi-Wan from under his eyelashes as he reaches out to touch the tip of his finger just below Obi-Wan's navel. "I have no intention of abandoning you, darling."

"Ah, I think I may be able to fulfill such a wish," Obi-Wan answers before he drinks from his own glass, steadfastly ignoring the finger Klaus has on his abdomen, as if the simplest touch from this wonderful man doesn't affect him deeply. It does, of course. Klaus always affects him and Obi-Wan may tease, but he knows Klaus knows it.

He finishes off his water, then sets the glass aside as well before he mostly swiftly, sweeping Klaus up into his arms. He's significantly lighter in this form, easy for Obi-Wan to lift, and he holds him there in the cradle of his arms for a moment, smiling at him.

"Like this?" he asks.

Klaus keeps his eyes on Obi-Wan's face, marveling over how now he must tip his head back to do so. Now, he's shorter than Obi-Wan, and so much smaller, as evidenced by the ease which which Obi picks him up. Klaus lets out a happy gasp and easily wraps his legs around Obi-Wan's waist, feeling the shirt ride up around his hips as thighs spread open wide.

"It's a good start," he says in a low voice, resting his small hands at the junctures of Obi-Wan's neck and shoulders, dragging his thumbs across familiar freckles and framing his jaw, tossing his hair over one shoulder. "But I'll have to see what else you have up your sleeve."

Klaus gives him a warm, sensual smile, sliding his hands slowly up the sides of Obi-Wan's face and into his hair, tipping his head back so he can lean in and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Having it happen to him already might have been what made this all so easy, but Obi-Wan doesn't think so. He thinks, more than anything, it's that he can still see Klaus in those eyes, hear him in that voice, feel him in every movement. And within the Force. The presence in this apartment is still every bit Klaus, as much as its ever been.

This is, quite simply, Klaus. In any form, there would be no mistaking him.

The touches make him shiver and he smiles beneath Klaus's hands, leaning in to meet the kiss as he walks them back to the bed. He settles Klaus down on the mattress, still wearing that shirt, then presses down as well, using his arms to nudge Klaus back further, above him on the bed so he can get properly comfortable.

When Obi-Wan lays him back on the bed, there’s a moment where Klaus feels nearly overwhelmed with love and affection for this man. He feels more than he ever thought possible, more than he could ever explain.

Obi shifts him upward and Klaus giggles as he’s moved so easily, delighted by the the temporary shift in their sizes. He puts his hands on Obi-Wan’s freckled shoulders, smiling warmly up at him as he parts his thighs to make room for Obi-Wan’s hips.

“I’m still wearing the shirt,” he says with a teasing pout, as if Obi-Wan might have forgotten. “My tits may think you don’t want to see them, Obi. They’ll be sad.”

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“Perhaps I have other destinations in mind at the moment,” Obi-Wan answers, keeping himself lower on the mattress. He pushes aside the shirt just slightly, enough that he can press his lips to Klaus’s belly, to the dark lines of his tattoo. Both his hands slide under the material of the shirt and find Klaus’s hips.

He’s usually quite narrow, strong but slim, and now his hips are curvier. There’s a bit more of a swell to them and Obi-Wan shifts his attention to one, kissing the soft skin that sits over his hipbone.

“Unless you’d rather I not,” he teases, turning his head slightly so he can look up the length of Klaus’s body.

As Obi-Wan kisses his way down Klaus’s body, he grabs a pillow and stuffs it under his head to prop himself up a bit, because he wants to watch every single second of this.

“I think I’ll leave it in your capable hands,” Klaus breathes out, reaching down to touch Obi’s chin, dragging his fingertips through his beard and along his jaw, up into his hair where he fists it playfully at his temple. “You’ve never let me down before, sweetheart.”

Klaus grins and bites his bottom lip, letting go of Obi-Wan’s hair as he parts his thighs wider. His cunt is already clenching with need again, wet and messy from the mess they made. He lets out a soft whimper and unbuttons the shirt himself, pulling open so he can see better, and feel the cool morning air against his skin.

It ought to be a bit more strange than it is, he thinks, how much he can tell this is Klaus without even using the Force. He feels the same, even in a different body, and he smells the same and his skin tastes the same. Obi-Wan drags his lips over Klaus's lower belly now, feeling the wiry hair beneath his lips right where it begins.

Ordinarily, Klaus's cock would be bumping against his chin at this point, but at the moment, there's nothing.

He gives a soft hum of pleasure, then kisses lower, finding the crease of Klaus's thigh, nuzzling into it. He breathes him in deeply, then licks along his skin, tasting him again, keeping his distance for the moment, not quite touching where he imagines Klaus most wants him to.

Even though he’s only just come, Klaus is still so aroused that he shivers with it, feeling that desire pulse at the apex of his thighs. It flows through him, makes his inner thigh tremble as Obi-Wan kisses it, but Klaus takes a breath and forces himself to be patient.

Instead of rushing for a finish line, he relaxes his shoulders a bit and watches Obi’s mouth meet his skin so tenderly, so slowly that he must be doing it on purpose. His legs are open wide and he feels more exposed in this body, split open to the core. He’s so wet that he’s practically messy with it, and he watches with a dazed sort of awe as Obi-Wan’a tongue drags through the crease of his thigh. It makes him let one another quiet whimper, almost plaintive in its neediness.

“Obi,” he gasps out, smiling as he reaches down to slide his fingers into Obi-Wan’s hair and give it a playful tug. “I think you just might kill me.”

“Oh, darling, you know I would never,” he teases before he finally lets his fingers slide along the creases between Klaus’s thighs. He’s warm and still wet and Obi-Wan knows when he lowers his head, he’ll taste himself there as well.

Slowly, though, he uses his fingers to part the lips of Klaus’s cunt, rubbing slowly, exploring, circling the opening with his fingertips before moving back again. And then he lowers his head and presses his lips to Klaus’s clit, a gentle kiss just to start.

“You’re still so familiar,” he murmurs before using the flat of his tongue on Klaus instead, licking slowly, exploring with his mouth and fingers at the same time.

Obi-Wan moves slowly, methodically, taking his time to learn every new inch of his body, and Klaus makes himself keep his eyes open to watch. He doesn't want to miss a second of this, and he continues watching as he pants, hips rocking the slightest bit because he just can't help it. Sweat glistens on his chest and his fingers twist in the sheets because it feels so, so good and he doesn't want it to stop, even though he feels a little like he's going insane.

By the time Obi-Wan's lips brush his clit, he's wound up enough that the touch makes him yelp, hips jerking as he presses his feet against Obi-Wan's flanks.

"Do I still feel the same?" He pants out, finally closing his eyes and arching his back as Obi-Wan licks at him, sending fire through his veins. Obi-Wan will know what he's asking. Obviously he doesn't feel the same physically, but does he feel the same inside, in the Force?

"I want you to feel me." His voice is thin and breathy, and he lets out another low moan, toes flexing and then curling. "Feel what you're doing to me."

"Always," Obi-Wan answers, because the way Klaus feels within the Force is one of the reasons he hadn't been at all surprised by the change. The presence he feels is still so perfectly and distinctly Klaus that he never had any doubt of who was in his bed.

And now there's pleasure and warmth and love. He can feel it all at Klaus's invitation and he hums against Klaus's skin, then sets to the task at hand properly. No more teasing, no more exploration, he presses one finger inside of Klaus, then a second, using his tongue and lips and the slightest hint of teeth on his clit at the same time.

With his fingers, he can feel the way Klaus's muscles clench, how they tighten, and he groans softly, pressing his face more against Klaus, wanting to taste all of him, feel all of him.

While this is the first time that it's ever been done to him, Klaus has eaten more than his fair share of pussy over the years, and he'd like to think of himself rather an expert on the subject. What Obi-Wan is doing now puts him to shame.

It's like a flip has switched with the way he goes from slow and teasing to eager and hungry all at once. He's pressing fingers into him, dragging his tongue over that sensitive little bug, and Klaus feels as if he's been electrified. He lets out a loud cry, back bending as his thighs close around Obi-Wan's head.

"Oh my fucking--" He lets out another loud cry and swallows hard, gasping for air as his fingers twist in Obi-Wan's hair. "Please, please, just like that."

It's an entirely different experience than when Klaus is in his usual body, not better or worse, just different, and knowing it isn't going to last forever makes Obi-Wan all the more enthusiastic about making sure Klaus enjoys the experience. Every last moment of it.

He enjoys it, too, the way Klaus is grasping at his air, the way his thighs are pressing to his ears, making it so all the sounds in the room are muffled. It makes Obi-Wan feel as if they've found themselves in their own little world.

Within Klaus's body, he crooks his fingers, curling them, pressing into that place he knows must be inside of him. This is different, too, but he knows what he's doing, and he almost grins against Klaus's clit, licking and sucking, his fingers working a bit more enthusiastically now, too.

Even though he's only just come, Klaus already feels dangerously on edge again already. Obi-Wan is so good at this, insanely good, and he knows that a large part of that is how well they work together, but there's learned skill there. He has technique, and Klaus can't help but to imagine Obi-Wan's face buried between the legs of women with vibrant skin, the two of them sprawled across a bed in some space pod. It doesn't make him jealous, but instead just turns him on even more, drives him even closer to that tipping point.

The pleasure grows and grows into something almost overwhelming, and his breath hitches as his body seizes up. He whimpers and grabs at Obi-Wan's hair but he doesn't stop, and when his orgasm overtakes him, he lets out a cry that's sure to alert the neighbors.

Even though he's in the throes of orgasm, hips twitching under Obi-Wan's grasp, the thought still makes him smile.

It goes on and on, coaxed out of him by Obi-Wan's tongue, and when it crests again, he moans and shakes and comes in a wet rush. Once he realizes what he's done, he lets out a breathless, happy laugh, because of course he'd be a squirter.

"Okay, okay. Down boy," Klaus laughs, whimpering a little and putting his hand on Obi-Wan's face to push him back. "I need to breathe."

Obi-Wan feels his own body shivering with the pleasure of it all, with knowing what he's done to Klaus, feeling the impact of it on his face, on his beard. He's going to need a kriffing shower after this and he laughs just as Klaus finally pushes his face away. He obeys, knowing not to overstimulate a person who has requested otherwise, and then he lifts one hand to wipe his beard, his face.

"You and I both," he teases when Klaus claims he needs to breath. Obi-Wan tilts his head, laying his temple upon Klaus's inner thigh, content to rest right there, at least for a moment. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the room, the feeling of Klaus so close, so warm, so content.

So very loved.

The joke makes Klaus burst out with breathless laughter, and it's still such a marvel to him that he can feel so good and be so happy all at the same time. He spent so many years chasing more and more pleasure, but this is what gives him an extra rush.

Obi-Wan's head rests on his thigh and Klaus slides one hand back into his hair while throwing his other arm over his head, fingernails raking gently across his scalp as he takes deep breaths. The pleasure settles into a fizzy sensation under his skin, something warm and sated, at least for the moment, and Klaus grins up at the ceiling as he stretches out the leg Obi-Wan isn't laying on.

"That's some skill, Kenobi," he breathes out, warm and fond as he tugs playfully at Obi's hair. "My deepest thanks to all the space ladies who came before me."

"Ah, well, I could hardly be a selfish lover," Obi-Wan answers, smiling up at Klaus before he pushes up onto one arm and drags himself up the bed to properly lie alongside Klaus. He rests his hand upon Klaus's lower belly, palm pressed to soft skin. "That wouldn't be very becoming of a Jedi when we're meant to be selfless and giving."

Once he's settled, he turns his head into Klaus's shoulder, breathing him in and just enjoying the moment.

"Do you feel very strange?" he asks curiously. "It was different for me, I think, I felt still so much myself within the Force, but I know not everything has that connection."

"So selfless," he replies, chuckling happily and adjusting his arm to curl around Obi-Wan's shoulders as he shifts. The question makes him let out a thoughtful hum, brow furrowing as he drags his fingertips lightly up and down Obi-Wan's bicep.

"I wouldn't say very weird," Klaus says after a moment, turning his head to look down at Obi's face. "I never much felt like my body was quite right anyway, you know?"

They haven't talked about this much, because Klaus hasn't spoken about anyone with this much, but he isn't ashamed about it. "It's actually kind of nice, because there was a very small part of me that wonders if I should have been born in a woman's body, but now I know that what I've always thought is true. I'm just somewhere in the middle. I'm both and I'm neither."

Obi-Wan listens and considers, establishes he doesn't entirely understand, but also knows he doesn't need to understand in order to accept what Klaus has told him. It's Klaus who knows himself best and Klaus alone who can determine what is and isn't right for him.

"I'm glad then," he says, brushing his fingertips along Klaus's skin. "That you're having this experience. That you can feel what you've known all along to be true."

He smiles then and presses his lips to Klaus's shoulder. "You feel the same to me. I close my eyes and I know exactly who you are."

Even if Obi-Wan doesn’t entirely understand, he accepts Klaus for all that he is, and all that he isn’t. He loves Klaus for exactly who he is, the good and the mess, and Klaus loves him for that.

Obi-Wan’s words nearly make him tear up in a way that he’ll blame on his new lady hormones, and he smiles as he slides his wrists under Obi-Wan’s armpits to drag him up so that they’re face to face. Well, he tries to, at least.

Except that he’s not quite as strong as he used to be, so he just ends up yanking uselessly at Obi-Wan’s body and laughing.

“Come here,” he whines playfully. “Kiss me.”

"Ah, if only you had use of the Force to help move me," Obi-Wan teases, but he moves willingly, slipping up to Klaus's side so he can properly kiss him. With his eyes closed, he finds it's very much the truth. Klaus's mouth feels different and there are curves and softness where Obi-Wan isn't used to them being, but all the same, this is Klaus.

After a moment, he pulls back, presses his thumb gently to Klaus's lower lip, tugging it down gently.

"Your eyes, too," he says. "Your eyes are the same. I'm willing to bet any of your siblings would see you easily, too."

Their kisses do feel the same. Small physical differences, of course, but they feel the same where it counts.

He smiles up at Obi-Wan as he touches his face, peeking out the tip of his tongue to touch Obi-Wan’s thumb in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He can taste himself there on Obi-Wan’s skin, slick and intimate, and he lets out a soft home.

“Five bucks says Five doesn’t notice,” he jokes, but it’s in that awkward sort of way where he obviously believes that it’s true. His eyes well up slightly when he thinks of how Allison might have reacted, and a tear threatens to spill when his thoughts turn to his other lost sibling.

“Ben would have had a cow,” he says quietly, turning his head to nuzzle into Obi-Wan’s palm.

"Oh, even Five will know it's you," Obi-Wan answers. He knows Five is a bit brusque, an unusual sort of man, but he also has no doubt that Five loves Klaus in his own way. He had grown up under the most awful, unusual circumstances, and Obi-Wan is of the mind he'd never learned how to properly express himself. The feelings are there, he just doesn't seem to know what to do with them.

He laughs softly at the comment about Ben and nods, looking amused. His thumb strokes along Klaus's cheek, warm and comforting.

"He would have found it quite funny, I bet," he says. "And he would have tried to dress you. I can see him behaving as if you're his own personal doll to dress up."

Klaus smiles but doesn’t say anything more. It’s still a fresh ache, and he already feels so vulnerable. He takes a breath and closes his eyes, focusing on the rhythmic swipe of Obi-Wan’s thumb against his smooth cheek, back and forth until he doesn’t feel as if he’s about to be swept away by his emotions.

“We made quite a mess,” he says as he opens his eyes, smile turning sky as he squeezes Obi-Wan’s waist between his thighs. There’s a pleasant ache in them, right up through the core of him, and Klaus lets out a pleased hum and bites his lip, stretching his arms up over his head in a pose that he’s sure must look good (in his own humble opinion). “But I suppose I’ll have to pace myself or I’ll wear you out before nightfall, old man.”

"How dare you suggest I don't have respectable stamina," Obi-Wan answers, though he's smiling as he speaks, watching Klaus stretch. "We ought to eat, however, because otherwise we may both just pass out from exertion."

It would be a lovely way to go, he thinks.

"Come," he says, rolling away with a soft groan and then stretching as well, arms overhead. "Let's find something to eat. Then perhaps we can clean up a little. Or would you prefer the other way around?"

“Mm, I do want coffee,” Klaus breathes out, turning to watch Obi-Wan stretch. He smiles and throws his leg over Obi’s hips, moving to straddle him and sit up.

He tosses his long hair over one shoulder and looks down at Obi-Wan. The view is subtly different in his new body, but he’s distracted by how perfectly his round ass fits into the cradle of Obi-Wan’s hips. He can’t help but to give it a little wiggle.

“After that, I can’t decide if I want you to fuck me bent over the counter, or in the shower,” he says lowly, subtly rocking his hips as he lifts a finger to his chin. “Any thoughts?”

"I imagine both could likely be arranged," Obi-Wan answers, thoughtful and calm as his hands settle on Klaus's hips. Already, he can feel his body trying to grow aroused again, though he knows he does need at least some recovery time before they attempt anything else.

He smiles fondly up at Klaus, then lifts his hand to cup one side of his face. His thumb strokes along Klaus's cheek and then Obi-Wan pushes himself up on his other hand so he can lean into a long kiss.

"Come," he says again. "Coffee and food. It won't do to have you crashing from only having caffeine in your system before we get to explore all our options."

“Both!” Klaus gasps playfully, as if shocked and grateful all at once. “So giving!”

He smiles into the kiss, resting his soft little hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, leaning into the kiss to make it last just a few seconds longer before he pulls away.

“You take such good care of me,” he says quietly, gratitude clear in his tone. After kissing him again, he swings his leg over and hops off of the bed, wobbling only a little as he lands on his feet. Even though there’s a bit of a chill in the air, Klaus walks out of the room unabashedly naked, swaying his hips as he does.

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"Well, you already questioned my stamina, I have to prove myself somehow," Obi-Wan answers off Klaus's put upon shock. He smiles into the kiss, still holding Klaus close, then watches him fondly as he gets off the bed.

"I know you like to show off all the lovely parts you've been blessed with, that's no different than a usual day, but you must be cold," he says as he climbs from the bed himself. He reaches for the robe Klaus had brought over and while it isn't exactly one worn for warmth, it will at least help a little.

"Come back," he says, following Klaus. "Let me put this on you."

It is cold, but he’s having too much fun to just easily accept Obi-Wan’s thoughtful gesture. Instead he waits for Obi-Wan to nearly catch up with him before skipping down the hall with a giggle. The living room is full of sunlight and Klaus dances through it, dragging his fingertips lightly across the curtains to send them billowing out behind him.

I guess you’ll have to catch me,” he says as he loops through the kitchen and then makes his way around the sofa towards the cushions that Obi-Wan uses to meditate. His breasts and thighs jiggle a little with each step, and he reaches up to press his hands over his tits as he hops over to stand on a cushion, panting happily as he turns to look at Obi-Wan.

For a moment, all he does it watch. Yes, the body has undeniably changed, and Klaus is now shorter, his hair is longer, his hips have a curve to them they don't usually, besides the obvious changes, of course. He looks entirely unlike himself and yet, in these moments, laughing and skipping down the hall, then moving through the shafts of sun, he is so clearly Klaus that Obi-Wan can't help but watch, smiling fondly.

"Suit yourself," he says finally, as if he couldn't care less if Klaus is cold, then tosses the robe in his direction. It begins to descend far before it reaches Klaus, too flimsy to really be good to throw, and Obi-Wan uses the Force to send it those last few feet, dropping it over Klaus's head.

He smiles innocently.

Klaus was angling for Obi-Wan to chase him, and of course he does no such thing. His mouth and brows turn down into a pout, and when the robe lands on his head, he lets out a huff and stomps his foot.

“You are infuriating,” he says, mostly playful as he slips into the robe and pulls it closed, tying it only because Obi-Wan has lost the privilege of looking at his spectacular tits.

He lifts his chin and strides by Obi-Wan, striding over to the small table by the kitchen and primly taking a seat, tossing his long hair over one shoulder.

“I’d like to be waited on,” he says, managing to keep a straight face. “Treated like a real lady.”

Obi-Wan can't help but grin at Klaus's reaction, his mouth curling up beneath his moustache as he returns to the bedroom for his own robe. He pulls it over his shoulders, then cinches it around his waist before walking back down the hall to the kitchen.

"Have I ever treated you as if you deserve anything less than the world?" he asks, leaning in to press a kiss to Klaus's cheek before he passes behind him and moves to the refrigerator. He retrieves eggs, some cheese to grate, fresh salsa to make some breakfast wraps. Then he puts on another pot of the coffee Klaus likes so much.

"And would the lady like anything besides breakfast and coffee?" he asks.

“You certainly have not,” Klaus replies with a fondly exasperated laugh, tipping his cheek up for the kiss and watching as Obi-Wan bustles about the kitchen. He could help, and sometimes he does, but right now he thinks that he’s too distracted and would probably get in the way. That, and he does want to be waited on.

The coffee starts to brew and Klaus nearly moans at the smell, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as he breathes in deep. This addiction is a socially acceptable one, a vice that no one has ever looked down on him before. He finds that kind of funny. Most people are addicted to something. The question makes him lift his head and look at Obi-Wan, raising a brow as he taps his nails on the counter.

“The lady would like to sometime not be treated as if she deserves anything less than the world,” Klaus replies, biting his lip out of worry that Obi-Wan might misunderstand him. There are certain things that Klaus are into in bed, and it used to be so easy to go get those itches scratched without trying too hard. But now he’s only sleeping with one person, and he has to use his words.

“Like in a hot way,” he adds, smiling almost awkwardly and gesturing at the pan on the stove. “In bed, I mean. Please always continue to make me eggs. No cheese on mine, though. No telling what it’d do to this body.”

"Cilantro?" Obi-Wan asks, considering what else he has on hand to make proper breakfast wraps. He remembers the sausages a moment later and retrieves them as well, listening intently as Klaus speaks.

No one can ever accuse Obi-Wan of not listening to people, especially those he loves, and he pours Klaus a mug of coffee, then begins to heat a pan on the stove before he crosses to set the mug down in front of him. And then, because Klaus has asked, Obi-Wan tangles his fingers in the long hair tumbling down Klaus's back and pulls just once. It's enough to jerk Klaus's head back a little and Obi-Wan smiles before he presses another kiss to his cheek.

"As you wish, my darling," he promises. "But first breakfast."

As he awaits Obi-Wan’s reaction to what he’s said, Klaus doesn’t feel nervous exactly. He’s never been ashamed of his kinks, and he knows that Obi-Wan would never try to shame him. If Obi didn’t want to do something that Klaus would like, he would never push the issue.

In the past, he would just move on to the next person once he wasn’t getting his needs met, but he isn’t sure that he could do that now. No, they haven’t talked about being exclusive and Klaus would probably still balk if it were suggested, but he wonders if sleeping with someone else would hurt Obi-Wan. He’s said that it wouldn’t, but Klaus thinks that he might be hurt if Obi-Wan didn’t care. Which is stupid.

These are all the dumb feelings that he was always trying to avoid, but they’re worth it for Obi-Wan. He’s worth it.

There’s a long moment after Klaus speaks where Obi-Wan continues along with his breakfast as if he hadn’t heard Klaus at all, but then he sets down a cup of coffee and Klaus looks up at him curiously. He barely registers Obi-Wan’s fingers in his hair before it’s suddenly yanked back, not hard enough to hurt but enough to surprise him and send a jolt of sensation through his body.

The noise that he makes is a gasping sort of whimper, and he stares up at Obi-Wan as heat flares between his legs. It’s enough to make him squeeze his thighs together, and he blinks dazedly as Obi-Wan kisses his cheek.

“Yes, master,” he says, half playful and half hopeful as Obi-Wan sits down next to him. A plate is pushed towards Klaus and for one wild moment that he’d blame on hormones, he almost feels like he could cry because he feels so understood and so taken care of, truly seen. Klaus can’t help but to lean over and press a long kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Thank you.”

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"Oh, they're only eggs," he answers with a small, pleased smile, as if that's what Klaus is truly referring to. They both know it isn't, but Obi-Wan doesn't think he needs any special accolades for simply listening to his partner and trying to match his desires. If it were to be something Obi-Wan felt he couldn't do, he knows he could tell Klaus as much without any sort of fear.

But he is a man very willing to try new things. Besides, it isn't as if he's never slapped Klaus before.

He gets a mug of tea for himself, then begins to eat, thoroughly enjoying the breakfast he's prepared for them, even if it is only eggs as he's said. He likes being able to take care of Klaus, regardless of the circumstances, and keeping him fed is just one of many ways in which he can do so.

“Best eggs I’ve ever had,” Klaus replies. He isn’t sure that’s true. There was this guy in Amsterdam who could perform miracles with an omelet. But they aren’t talking about eggs, are they?

Once he takes a bite of his food, he realizes how ravenous he is and takes a few more in quick succession, washing it down with perfectly roasted coffee. He’s still buzzy and tingly from his orgasms, waking up from the coffee, sated by his eggs, loved by the man next to him. Even with the change in his body, it’s still a perfect morning.

“I like what it feels like to be in love with you,” Klaus says quietly once his eggs are gone, setting his fork down on the plate before turning his head to look at Obi-Wan. “I never knew that I could feel like this.”

The comment makes Obi-Wan smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does, and he takes a sip of his tea as he nods. "I imagine this is how it's meant to feel," he says. "And that, under different circumstances, you and I both would have found it in our former lives."

He hopes he doesn't sound dismissive, because that isn't how he means it at all. Dave and Satine are both incredibly important people and neither will ever be forgotten, but it's no secret that he and Klaus had to be very careful with how they loved those wonderfully special people. They were never allowed something like this. Perhaps they could have had it, had their worlds been different.

"I like it, too," he says, still smiling. "Very much so."

“Maybe,” Klaus replies, feeling his smile go a little wistful. He always thought that if he and Dave were in a different time, in a different place, under different circumstances, they would have been perfect. There was so much against them, almost literally everything, but Klaus still stayed. He supposes the same is true for Obi-Wan and Satine.

“Good.” Klaus smiles and hops off of his stool, wobbling a little after taking longer to hit the floor than usual. He takes his plate and sets it in the sink while draining the last of his coffee, immediately refilling the mug before stepping up next to Obi-Wan, leaning against him where he’s still sitting on his stool. The slippery material of his robe falls over one shoulder as he takes another careful sip of coffee, he looks over at Obi-Wan thoughtfully before twisting to work his way between Obi-Wan and the counter, pushing him back until Klaus’s narrow body is pinned between them and he can look up at Obi-Wan. “Hello.”

"Hello there," Obi-Wan answers, looking at Klaus with another smile. "I guess I'm done my breakfast, aren't I?"

He had mostly been done anyway and he's certainly not opposed to being interrupted in such a manner. Klaus's libido may be stronger than anyone else Obi-Wan has ever been with, but he likes to think he can match it, at least most of the time. Certainly he's not tired.

Setting down his utensils, Obi-Wan takes Klaus's narrow hips in his hands. Even now, with the curves he didn't used to have, he's thin, smaller than Obi-Wan is by quite a bit, and Obi-Wan knows he isn't an overly large man. Klaus has never, until this day, been smaller than he is. His thumbs rub over Klaus's hips, stroking the silky material of the robe across his skin.

“You should eat faster,” Klaus says with a cheeky grin, resting his hands on Obi-Wan’s thighs as he fits so neatly between them. “You know that I have very little patience.”

After pressing up onto his toes to press a quick kiss to Obi-Wan’s mouth, Klaus sinks gracefully down to his knees. The tile is cold and hard under his skin, and Obi-Wan’s inner thigh is a lovely juxtaposition as Klaus tugs open his room and nuzzles against it.

“I can smell me here,” Klaus says dreamily, glancing up at Obi-Wan before pressing his nose in just next to Obi-Wan’s cock. The smell of them together is musky and exhilarating and Klaus inhales before turning to drag his tongue across the base of Obi-Wan’s mostly flaccid cock, smiling as it gives an interested twitch.

“Stars, Klaus,” Obi-Wan murmurs for how good it already feels. His hands curl over the edge of the table and he glances down, looking at Klaus there in the V of his thighs.

“Your knees,” he adds a moment later, knowing it can’t possibly comfortable, not on this floor. And while he remembers quite clearly, Klaus’s earlier request, he can’t convince himself that goes as far as bruising his knees on the cold kitchen floor. But then, perhaps he’s wrong.

One hand comes off the edge of the counter and tangles in the long hair, twisting slightly as he tugs.

“Your knees,” he says again, almost in a warning tone.

"I know, I know," Klaus assures him, because he isn't a teenager anymore and the tile is a little too much for his knees, but he still wants to a moment for this. As he turns his head to press a line of kisses along the side of Obi-Wan's cock, he reaches up to take it in his hand, humming his approval as is stiffens further in his palm.

Obi-Wan pulls at his hair again and Klaus lets out a soft moan, feeling pleasure jolt through his nipples and between his legs. While looking up at Obi-Wan's face, Klaus pulls his cock between his lips, letting it slide along his tongue and holding it there until he's fully erect. He sucks lightly, bobbing his head a few times before letting Obi-Wan's cock slip free of his mouth, grabbing Obi-Wan's thighs as he slowly pulls himself up to his feet.

"I just wanted to thank you properly," he teases, leaning forward to nudge the tip of his nose against Obi-Wan's, hips swaying in a slow, tantalizing sort of way. "I love the taste of us."

"For breakfast?" he asks with a chuckle that sounds slightly hoarse. His arms slip around Klaus as he sways closer, bringing their bodies flush, and although they're still both wearing their robes, at least partly, the warmth of Klaus's body is more than evident even through the material. "I really must make you breakfast more often."

They're both teasing, because Obi-Wan knows he doesn't need to make breakfast in order to have Klaus touch him, and Klaus knows he doesn't need to repay Obi-Wan in any way for anything.

He smiles, then nudges a gentle kiss, knowing that isn't quite what Klaus is looking for, but unable to help himself. He so does love kissing this man and for at least the moment he wants to have this.

"For breakfast," Klaus replies in a playfully sarcastic tone, because they both know that isn't what he's referring to. Or maybe it is, but as one tiny piece of a whole. Just one little thing that makes Obi-Wan so good to him.

Their mouths come together in a soft kiss, and Klaus lifts his arms to curl them loosely around Obi-Wan's back, happily drawing it out. When he finally pulls back for air, he keeps his eyes down and rests their foreheads together, fingers sliding up into his thick hair.

"I didn't mean that it had to be right now," he says quietly, giving him another quick kiss before continuing, confident that he'll know what I mean. "Just-- whenever it might feel right for both of us." After kissing Obi-Wan once more, he pulls back and reaches up to put his palms on either side of Obi-Wan's neck, winking teasingly at him. "Which hopefully happens sometime in the next seven days."

"Don't worry, my darling, I wouldn't leave you wanting," Obi-Wan promises. "I do believe I recall something about a shower, however."

He thinks he can combine both Klaus's request and the shower just fine, especially since he imagines the water might just enhance the sound of his palm on Klaus's skin. And there is a fine line between washing someone's hair and tugging it, something he can put together easily as well. He's a creative man, after all, and Klaus deeply inspiring.

"Come," he says as he rises, then gives the sash of Klaus's robe a firm tug. "Don't make me wait."

Then he's walking down the hall, shedding his robe halfway to the bedroom, leaving it there for Klaus to see, letting Klaus watch as he walks the rest of the way naked and then heads for the attached bathroom where he begins to run the water.

Obi-Wan brings up a shower, and Klaus thinks that his request will wait for another time. That's alright by him, really. He's made his wishes known verbally, with real words, and Obi-Wan responded positively. That's enough for him right now, and it gives him something to look forward to.

But then he tugs on Klaus's robe and gives a simple command in a tone that reminds Klaus that Obi-Wan was once a general. The thought makes him shiver and he gets up eagerly, brows lifting as Obi-Wan drops his robe in the middle of the floor, not even pausing to hang it up neatly, and Klaus nearly trips over himself in his hurry to follow.

"I would never," he assures Obi-Wan, slipping quickly out of his own robe once they're in the bathroom. There's a slight chill coming off of the tiles, and his nipples are hard both from that and the anticipation of what's to come.

Obi-Wan is looking at him, so Klaus playfully stands at attention like he's back in the army, chin lifted and hands crossed at the small of his back. "Ready and waiting, sir."

The warmth of the water is already heating up the bathroom as the shower runs, but Obi-Wan ignores it for the moment. Instead he crosses over to where Klaus is standing, so proper, like a good soldier, and it makes him smile slightly.

"Hm, time for inspection, perhaps," he says in a low voice, circling around Klaus without touching him, appraising his body. When he's in front of him once more, he looks Klaus up and down and then reaches out and puts his hands on his slim shoulders. Then he slides his hands down his body, as if inspecting him for something, though if asked, he couldn't say what.

When he reaches Klaus's hips, he stops, then walks around behind him and does the same to his back.

With a thoughtful hum, as if he's found something, he drops to his knees behind Klaus, hands on his ass. "Bend forward," he orders.

Klaus stays quiet as Obi-Wan circles him, staring at his face and his eyes, cool and bright under the lights. The attention makes heat flare between his legs, and his breath hitches as Obi-Wan's hands rest on his hips. It's almost incredible how such simple touches can still get him so worked up after so long, but they do. Obi-Wan makes feel more alive every single day.

When Obi-Wan sinks down behind him, Klaus resists the urge to twist back and look at him. Instead he takes a shaking breath and nods at the command, squeezing his thighs together to ease the pressure before spreading them a little.

"A thorough inspection then," he purrs out, biting his lip as Obi-Wan's big hands rest on the round curve of his ass. Klaus tosses his hair over one shoulder and locks his knees to bend at the waist as seductively as he can manage. "Yes, sir."

Even though he's playing a part, Obi-Wan can't help but press his lips together in a smile as Klaus responds. He knows Klaus enjoys this and honestly, he wants nothing more than to make him happy, to so know this is bringing Klaus pleasure only serves to make Obi-Wan feel good, too.

"Very thorough," he agrees, schooling his voice into a rough sort of cadence, the one he would most often shout orders using. There's little reason for him to be General Kenobi here in Darrow, but he does know Klaus likes it. And that's a very good reason to become that man every now and again.

"Although..." He trails off and tilts his head, as though he's seen something he needs to investigate further. "I don't think you're quite dressed for duty. Terribly inappropriate."

Then, without any further warning, Obi-Wan draws one hand back and lets his palm slap against the round cheek of Klaus's ass.

Obi-Wan's voice is low and commanding and Klaus can't imagine that he ever would have gotten anything done if Obi-Wan were his commanding officer. He would have been too distracted by trying to get into the general's pants.

He's a little lost in this fantasy, and the sudden slap takes him by surprise. He lets out a quiet yelp, high pitched and feminine, and his eyes widen a bit even has the sting of pain morphs into a fuzzy sort of pleasure. He wasn't expecting to be spanked, and it's such a turn on that Obi-Wan can still take him by surprise after all this time.

Klaus bends at the hip a little more and reaches out to rest one palm on the cool edge of the sink, resisting the urge to turn his head and look behind him.

"It was terribly inappropriate," he says in a simpering tone. "I'll take whatever punishment that you think that I deserve."

"And now you're going to behave like this?" Obi-Wan asks, mock-incredulous. His hand comes down on Klaus's ass again before he presses his fingers into the meat of his muscles, pulling his cheeks apart and kneading them with more pressure than he usually would. It's likely not quite enough to bruise, but it isn't far off either.

"A flatterer?" he asks. "What's the more common term for it? A suckup?"

He almost starts laughing then, the word sounding so utterly strange coming from him, but he manages to keep it to a soft snort of amusement, lips pressed together.

"Sorry," he says. "Some words just ought not to be said by me, I think."

What Obi-Wan is doing with his hands feels very nice, and Klaus’s cunt is wet and nearly throbbing with need, but the things that he’s saying aren’t coming naturally to him. That much is clear when he apologizes, and Klaus rolls his eyes with fond exasperation as he straightens up and turns to face Obi-Wan.

“Darling, I never said that I wanted you to play a character,” he says fondly, obviously not upset by the change of pace. If Obi-Wan isn’t completely into what they’re doing, Klaus doesn’t want to be doing it either.

He lifts his hand to rest it against Obi-Wan’s face, thumbing at the line of his beard. “I just— haven’t you ever wanted to just slam me up against a wall and have your rough, dirty way with me? Hm?”

His smile grows more teasing as he slides his other hand down to squeeze at Obi-Wan’s ass, pulling him in closer and pressing up onto his toes to kiss him. “I hope you know that you’ll never disappoint me, darling. You couldn’t.”

"Usually when you're in public," Obi-Wan admits, though he begins to push Klaus toward the shower, the warm water enticing. And there is a wall in the shower, after all. "That's when you tend to make me most impatient."

As a general rule, Obi-Wan is a patient man. Even in situations like the ones he's speaking of now, he has great control over himself and his desires, but Klaus, much like Satine, can get under his skin in ways no one else has ever been able to. And so, yes, there are times when he wants to shove Klaus against a wall, have something quick and dirty, but when they're in the privacy of their own homes, he always wants to spend as much time as he can touching and kissing and enjoying.

Perhaps because he's so rarely had a chance for such things.

"But get in," he says as he pushes back the shower curtain. "And let'd see what we can do, shall we?"

“Oh yeah? You don’t like the teasing?” Klaus asks happily, thrilled by the information. He grins as he walks backwards toward the shower, grabbing at Obi-Wan’s hips. “Having your perfect composure threatened?”

Obi-Wan keeps pushing until Klaus has no choice but to step back into the tub, feeling warm water hit his shoulders as he slides his hands up to tickle at Obi-Wan’s armpits, beaming as he tries to get a rise out of him.

“I’ll have to make a note to turn you on in public more often,” he says with promise in his voice, tipping his head back to soak his hair, water running down his shoulders and over his breasts, which brush tantalizingly against Obi-Wan’s chest. “Mm, it’d be even easier for you to fuck me somewhere while I’m like this. I could get a cute little dress.”

“You would look very fetching,” Obi-Wan says as he follows Klaus into the shower, pulling the curtain behind them. The water is warm and refreshing as it cascades over them and he reaches for Klaus again, touching his shoulders. How broad palms run down the length of his arms and find his hands.

For a moment he just holds them there, his now larger hands around Klaus’s. Then he lifts Klaus’s hands over his head, pushes back and pins them overhead against the shower wall.

“Something in purple, I think,” he says in an appraising tone, looking down Klaus’s body. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“I always look very fetching,” Klaus teases as Obi-Wan takes his hands. They’re so much smaller than Obi’s now. All of him is so much smaller, and that’s what makes it so much hotter when Obi suddenly presses Klaus’s hands above his head, pinning them to the cool tile.

He gasps and tips his head back against the tile, biting his bottom lip as Obi-Wan looks him over.

“Purple it is,” Klaus breathes out, lifting one foot to slide his toes along the outside of Obi-Wan’s calf. “You can have anything you’d like.”

"Anything at all?" he asks with another smile. He uses one hand to keep Klaus's wrists pinned over head, pushing them together, then glides the other down the wet length of his body. His head drops, lips pressing to Klaus's throat and he kisses him once before biting down, a bit harder than he usually would.

Then he drops both hands, grabs Klaus by the hips to spin him around, pressing him against the wall again. He could order Klaus to put his hands back on the wall, but instead, keeping in mind what Klaus had asked of him, he uses the Force to pulls both Klaus's hands up until his palms are pressed against the tile on either side of his face.

"I think I'd like this," he says, using his knee to knock Klaus's legs further apart.

"Anything," he pants out, feeling his eyes roll back as Obi-Wan's teeth press into his skin. That sharp sting makes him feel a small rush of adrenaline which only makes the pleasure that much stronger, and he lets out a gasp when suddenly he's turned around, tits pressed to the cool tile. This is exactly what he wanted, exactly, and his thighs tremble as his hands move of their own accord, pinned to the tile by an invisible force.

"Fuck." Klaus bites his lip and shifts his hips so that his ass is tilted up, shamelessly wanting, and he turns to try and look at Obi-Wan over his shoulder, blinking water out of his eyes and giving the man a challenging grin. "Are you going to take it, old man?"

"Old?" Obi-Wan asks, laughing. "Perhaps not, if you're going to insult me in such a manner."

He's teasing, though, his eyes alight with want, with humour. Being with Klaus makes him feel lighter than he's had the opportunity for in some time and he grins back, then bites Klaus's shoulder again, leaving behind a small, red mark.

His cock is achingly hard and he nudges it against Klaus's hole, shifting the angle slightly from what they're normally used to. He continues to use the Force to keep Klaus pinned, even going so far as pushing him harder against the tile when he begins to move, and then his own hands run down Klaus's back to his ass, squeezing hard.

He says not another word before he pushes his cock inside of Klaus's body. There's no waiting, no delay, he simply does what Klaus wants of him. He takes what he wants.

It feels like there multiple people holding him down, and maybe that shouldn't make Klaus even more turned on, fantasies running wild, but he's long since given up being conventional. The many hands, the wet tiles and patter of water against his hip, Obi-Wan's beard rough against his shoulder, teeth against his skin. Klaus feels a little like he might burn up with how hot it all is, and that's before Obi-Wan suddenly plunges his cock right into the center of that molten heat.

Klaus cries out loudly, hips jerking as pleasure tears through him. He still isn't used to how Obi-Wan's cock feels in this body, in his wonderful, tight little cunt. He's big and thick and Klaus can't even tell if he's come again or if he's just hanging there at the edge of it, stuck at the heights of pleasure.

He feels weightless, and he just knows that he'd be floating if Obi-Wan wasn't holding him down.

The water is going a bit cool already, Obi-Wan is unaware of how long they've been beneath the spray, how long it had run before they'd even gotten into the shower, but he doesn't care. The cool water feels good against his skin as he presses his teeth against Klaus's shoulder and fucks into him again, a harder thrust this time.

Obi-Wan is prone to taking his time, really enjoying every moment, but this, too, has its appeal. His thrusts are hard and quick, and one hand slips from Klaus's hip to reach around to the front of his body. The water helps slick his way, his palm gliding over Klaus's belly, then lower, between his thighs. With deft fingers, Obi-Wan finds Klaus's clit, rubbing and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, wanting to feel Klaus come again and again.

Already, he's panting harshly against Klaus's skin, but he's a Jedi. He can hold on for as long as he needs.

If pressed, Klaus would say he prefers the usual way that they fuck, something more along the lines of making love. He likes it when it's drawn out and they're face to face, staring at each other as they rock together, intimate and connected.

But there is something to be said for this, too. It scratches a particular itch that Klaus gets sometimes, except now he won't be alone after. Obi-Wan will still be there to hold Klaus, to kiss him and make him feel important and soft and loved. Those moments are so precious to him, and he cherishes each one, but sometimes he just needs to be fucked.

Obi-Wan is doing a bang up job of it now, and it's an entirely new sensation. It's like he can feel Obi-Wan so much deeper in his body, all the way through him, and he lets out another loud cry at a particularly hard thrust. When Obi-Wan's fingers slide down over his clit, Klaus moans again and tries to squirm away on pure instinct because it's too much, too intense, and he feels a little like he might explode.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan keeps him in place as the pleasure crests, and he tosses his head back with a cry that bounces around the tile as his orgasm threatens to take him to his knees. But Obi-Wan is still there, keeps on fucking him through it, and Klaus tips his head back against Obi's shoulder, grinning dazedly and biting his bottom lip.

The way Klaus responds to him is, as ever, utterly spectacular. Obi-Wan hasn’t gone without in his life, but he also knows he’s never had a connection such as this, one both emotional and physical on this level.

He’s breathing hard, but focused entirely on Klaus, on the sounds he makes, the way his body moves. He can feel when Klaus’s muscles threaten to give out and he’s no longer sure if Klaus is trying to float away or simply collapse. Either way, Obi-Wan holds him, he fucks him through his orgasm, finally releasing the hold he has on him with the Force. When he senses it’s become too much, he pulls his hand back, gripping Klaus by the hips once more as he thrusts inside of him.

And then he’s coming as well, spilling inside of Klaus, shuddering with the pleasure and intensity of his, his mouth still pressed to Klaus’s shoulder to muffle his cry.

By the time Obi-Wan comes inside of him, Klaus feels a little as if he's been hollowed out, nerve endings scraped raw. He's panting with one cheek pressed to the warm tile, unable to tell the difference between his sweat and the water and the the fluid that gushed out of him as he came over and over.

His skin feels like it's buzzing, and for a long moment all he can do is try to stay afloat, waiting for the static between his ears to subside.

"Oh my God," he finally croaks out, chest heaving as he stretches his arms up over his head, back arching as he nudges his ass back into the cradle of Obi-Wan's hips. "You are the master."

Obi-Wan laughs, hoarse and sated, and presses another kiss to the side of Klaus’s throat. Gently, he eases Klaus back to his feet before he reaches to the side and turns off the spray of water before it gets too cool.

“You know, I think I might be exhausted enough to climb back into bed,” he says with a smile against Klaus’s skin. “How does that sound?”

For an actual nap, he thinks. Even if just for a little while.

Obi-Wan sounds tired, but in a good way, a satisfied way, and Klaus can relate to that. He hums in agreement, nodding his head a little as Obi-Wan kisses him. Once he’s sure that his feet will be steady under him, Klaus puts his hands on the tile and slowly pushes back, urging Obi-Wan away from him so he can turn around, looking straight ahead before realizing that he needs to look up to see Obi-Wan’s face.

“I would like that very much,” Klaus says, gentler now that the itch has been scratched. Now, he wants to be held in Obi’s arms, and even though he has a limited time in this body, he can think of nothing else he’d rather do than curl up in their bed and sleep.

Obi-Wan smiles and ducks down so he can kiss Klaus before he says, "I love you. Every bit of you, no matter your form."

While he knows Klaus knows this, trusts he believes it, Obi-Wan knows what it is to regret things unsaid. He won't do it again. While it may be easier for him to let go of regret than some, he still doesn't want that experience every again. Even now, there are days when he regrets all the things he never said to Cody, to Ahsoka, to Kit or Shaak Ti.

He has a chance not to be that version of himself again and he's going to take it, starting right here.

Obi-Wan shifts back to his usual self with little effort, and Klaus will never stop being marveled over how Obi-Wan can always tell his mood and roll with it, never making him feel like he's too much to handle.

The words make him light up from within, smile growing wide as his gaze softens with warmth and affection. Never in his life has he ever been so satisfied, or so fulfilled. He loved Dave with all of his heart, but they never got a chance to have something like this, a relationship so open and fully formed. Healthy.

"I know you do," he says softly, because that feels important to acknowledge. He believes that Obi-Wan truly loves him, never doubts it at all. He has never been able to say that about anyone before. "I love you, too."

After pressing up onto his toes, he kisses Obi-Wan again and then steps out of the shower to grab a towel. His legs are still trembling and he stumbles a little, laughing as he catches himself on the edge of the sink. "Oh dear, you've done it. Fucked me so hard I can't walk right. You should be proud."

"Well, I am, of course," Obi-Wan answers with a sly smile over his shoulder as he towels himself off. "I'm proud of us both."

Darrow feels full of possibilities in so many ways, not the least of which is his relationship with Klaus, and Obi-Wan is in a rather good mood as he dries off, then hangs his towel.

"You would like anything?" he asks. "Some water? Something to eat in bed before we take a bit of a rest?"

Klaus grabs a towel of his own and gives himself a quick pat down before curling the towel around his hair, smiling happily over at Obi-Wan as he squeezes the water out of it. He feels so warm and calm, peaceful even. If he were a cat, he'd be purring.

"I would love some water," he replies as he straightens back up and tosses the towel over the sink. He leaves the restroom with his arms stretched up over his head, hips swaying as he walks towards the bed. His thighs burn pleasantly, cunt hot and aching, and he feels so loved, so cared for, utterly spoiled. He could live here in this moment.

"Thank you, darling," he calls out as he falls back onto the bed, stretching out in a beam of warm sunlight. "My love."

Klaus sleeps longer than Obi-Wan does, which isn't unusual, as Obi-Wan tends to use meditation as his most restful moments. He dozes a bit, slipping in and out of sleep, then rises and leaves Klaus resting peacefully. He takes a proper shower, washes his hair and body, then combs his hair and his beard before getting dressed and settling himself in the living room to meditate.

Before long, he's sure Klaus will wake, and perhaps they'll go out for a meal. Perhaps Klaus will want to show his family his current state. Whatever he wishes, Obi-Wan will happily do.

When Klaus wakes up, it takes a moment for the events of the morning to come back to him. He rolls onto his back in the empty bed and reaches up to cup his breasts, holding them as he yawns just to make sure that they're still there. He's tender between his legs in a pleasant, sticky sort of way that makes him think about how glad he is that he'll only have a uterus for a week or so.

Obi-Wan isn't in bed with him, but Klaus isn't surprised by that. He gets up and goes into the bathroom to relieve himself, and makes a face at his reflection in the mirror as he washes his hands. His hair is longer and less curly than it usually is, and it is currently a goddamn mess. After a few minutes of wrestling with his brush and the blowdryer, it looks marginally better.

On his way down the hall, he pulls on a soft pink robed hemmed with lace, and he smiles at how the material drapes over his new curves. He has tried to imagine what he might have looked like in a body like this, and it's almost comforting to know for sure. This body doesn't feel right, but it doesn't exactly feel wrong, either. He still feels like Klaus.

Klaus is unsurprised to find Obi-Wan meditating in the corner, legs crossed and eyes closed. Surely, he knows that Klaus is there even if he isn't acknowledging it, but he doesn't feel ignored. It almost feels like he's waiting for Klaus to set the tone, and he appreciates it.

"You really would making a killing if you taught a yoga class," Klaus murmurs as he looks Obi-Wan over appreciatively. He can just imagine how women (and men) would flock to pay money just to see him like this, to bask in the calming warmth of his energy. It feels almost selfish to have it all for himself, but he certainly isn't complaining.

He strides closer and steps onto the cushions, shifting to stand astride Obi-Wan's thighs and then sinking slowly to his knees, cradling Obi-Wan's face as he settles into the man's lap, feeling small and safe and happy.

"Hi, Mr. Jedi," he says in a low, feminine voice, stroking his fingers along Obi's beard before leaning in until their mouths are nearly touching. "Did you miss me?"

"Perhaps I will, of a sort," Obi-Wan answers, opening his eyes as Klaus sinks into his lap. He slides his hands over Klaus's hips, smiling at him as he leans forward just the slightest bit to press their lips together.

He's been thinking more and more of the school Magnus had, in essence, left to him. Obi-Wan has no interest in starting another Jedi order, not anywhere, but certainly not in Darrow. That said, he's been considering what other options he might have in order to help those with certain powers, like Caleb, that they're still learning to control.

"Oh, yes, terribly," he answers, his smile growing wider. "Despite the fact that I could feel your presence in the Force, it was utter torture, being away from you."

"You'd be a wonderful teacher," Klaus says in a more sincere tone, nudging his nose against Obi-Wan's. The idea of him helping others like he's helped him and his sister, and other people in the city. There are people who need the kind of help that Obi-Wan could give, and it would be fulfilling for Obi-Wan as well. Klaus likes the idea of it, even if it does mean that they'll have a little less time together.

Look at him. Utterly selfless.

"That sounds so intimate," Klaus says as he wraps his arms loosely around Obi-Wan's neck, sliding his fingers into the soft hair at the nape. "You feeling my presence."

He smiles softly and leans in for another lingering kiss, humming as he shifts a little closer. His body is smaller but his hips are rounder, and he fits so comfortably in the cradle of Obi-Wan's lap like this. The soft bulge of Obi-Wan's cock nudges up between Klaus's legs, where he's tender and warm, and he lets out a pleased sigh.

This entire moment feels so intimate and sleepy and warm, and he's in no rush at all to end it.

Obi-Wan can feel the presence of every living thing within the Force, but there is something deeply intimate when those presences are ones he recognizes. Klaus he knows above almost all others, perhaps rivalled only by Anakin, with whom Obi-Wan has spent more time than anyone in his entire life. Their connection is vastly different, however, and he knows he can't compare.

"Of course I feel your presence," he answers with a smile. "I feel all living things within the Force and you, Klaus Hargreeves, are unlike anything or anyone else."

He's quiet for a moment, then says, "You remember Magnus Bane, of course. I haven't done anything with it yet, but he left a school to me upon his departure from Darrow. One for students of a magically inclined nature."

The words bring a smile to Klaus's face along with a flush of warmth, cheeks going pink as he hides his face against Obi-Wan's beard. This is all so big and so important and sometimes Klaus is cripplingly scared that he's going to lose it all, but mostly he's just grateful to have it.

"You're not so bad yourself," Klaus murmurs, pressing a kiss just below Obi-Wan's earlobe, and then one to his neck as he listens. The topic of seems important enough to merit Klaus's full attention, so he pulls back to look at Obi-Wan's face, brows furrowed thoughtfully.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi's School for the Gifted," he jokes, even though Obi-Wan won't understand the reference. The more he thinks about it, the more the idea appeals to him. Klaus smiles fondly and cups Obi-Wan's cheek, stroking the curve of it with his thumb. "I went to a school kind of like that. And I think that if there is anyone who could actually do it right, it would be you."

Obi-Wan resists outwardly reacting to Klaus’s statement about his own schooling, because he is well aware of who was responsible for that and thinks the man rather reprehensible for what he did to those he claimed as his children. The Jedi were far from perfect and Obi-Wan would never claim his own methods may be, but he does know he will never do what Klaus’s father did.

Still, Klaus knows him well enough to know there must be some reaction, and so he lifts his eyebrow slightly, then smiles faintly.

“Perhaps you’d like to help me,” he suggests.

While Klaus doesn't want or expect pity when he brings up his childhood, it means a lot that Obi-Wan cares about what he went through. While he doesn't want Obi-Wan to be angry, the small flicker of it in his eyes makes Klaus feel care for and understood. It makes him feel known, which is scary and comforting all at once.

His eyebrows lift and Klaus smiles, cupping Obi-Wan's cheek and giving the corner of his mouth a lingering, grateful kiss.

"Help you," he repeats, drawing back and giving Obi-Wan a slightly confused look before his expression brightens. "I could write a hell of a testimonial!"

He closes eyes for a moment and concentrates until he's floating a few inches above Obi-Wan's lap, and then opens his eyes and looks down at him with a happy grin.

"More than that," Obi-Wan says, but he's smiling with pleasure at the way Klaus has such control over his powers now, the way he can float himself off the floor as he is now. And with such little effort. Obi-Wan knows Jedi who can levitate, though besides being able to use the Force to enhance his jumps, he's never been quite so skilled with it.

"I mean helping," he continues, emphasizing the word. "You have a special set of skills and while they're not transferable, you do have a unique perspective when it comes to accessing those skills and learning how to control them."

He looks at Klaus in a way that practically dares him to deny it.

When Klaus realizes what Obi-Wan is actually asking of him, his concentration breaks and he drops back into Obi-Wan's lap, eyes wide as he stares at the man. While he thought the school would be a perfect fit for Obi-Wan, it's a little harder to imagine himself there. Not necessarily because he doesn't want to be, but it wasn't something that even occurred to him.

"You really would want me to help?" He asks quietly, almost vulnerably, brows furrowed slightly as he feels himself flush with emotion. "You think that I'd be-- that I could?"

"Oof," Obi-Wan grunts with a laugh when Klaus drops down into his lap once again, as if Klaus is a terrible weight upon him. He's smiling, though it is a bit quizzical, because Klaus has to know by now that Obi-Wan isn't the sort of man to say things just for the sake of it.

"Of course I do," he answers, hands on Klaus's hips. He smiles again, a bit softer this time, and lifts one hand to brush back some hair from Klaus's face. "And I should say, given your experiences, you know very well what does and doesn't work when it comes to teaching people who have skills tied into their emotions. Wouldn't you agree?"

It isn't as if he thought Obi-Wan wouldn't want him involved, if he were asked. It's more his own insecurities that gave him pause, but he has to admit that Obi-Wan has a good point.

"I'm a good example of what not to do," he jokes, smiling a little as he turns his face to nuzzle into Obi-Wan's palm as he thinks about it.

"I'll do what I can," he says after a moment, because he doesn't want to commit fully to something so big, not without thinking about it more. It seems very big, but something that could be good for him, maybe. He just isn't so sure that he would be good for it.

Obi-Wan nods with a smile, then leans in to kiss the side of Klaus's face. "You can think about it," he promises. "And be involved as much or as little as you would like."

At this point, Obi-Wan isn't even sure what he might do with the situation. There are so many options and he doesn't know that trying to teach anyone the Jedi code is a good idea at all. While there are people here who are strong with the Force, he knows there are others with much different talents, and even those who can access the Force may not want the old Jedi training.

It certainly hasn't always been quite the success it wanted to be.

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"I'll be involved. I wouldn't leave you to do it all on your own," Klaus assures him, brow furrowed slightly in a sign that he is giving this actual thought. He appreciates that while Obi-Wan challenges him, he never pressures Klaus to do anything. He trusts him to make his own decisions and then respects those same decisions. "But as for the how, and the scope of it... I'll think about it."

Obi-Wan's mouth presses to his smooth cheek and Klaus smiles, feeling even more warm and content that he already had because Obi-Wan talks about real things with him, includes him in decisions, keeps him involved. Obi-Wan trusts him, and Klaus doesn't think that he will ever quite get over how that feels.

"Thank you," he says quietly, reaching up to cup Obi-Wan's face and kiss him, long and thorough as he wriggles his hips a little to try and get their bodies even closer together, as close as they can be.

Obi-Wan doesn't think there's anything Klaus needs to thank him for, but he accepts it all the same, smiling into the kiss. When they part, he gently lifts Klaus from his lap and then stands.

"I have something for you," he says, delight clear in his voice. "While you were sleeping I went across the hall to see Renee and ask if we could borrow some of her clothes again, which she was more than happy to do."

Renee's style had been a little strange for Obi-Wan, but he thinks it suits Klaus perfectly. Renee clearly had, too, as she'd spent a full half hour considering outfits before settling on what Obi-Wan presents to Klaus now. A pair of black jeans ripped in the knees, with pink and blue star shaped patches sewn on here and there, an off the shoulder sweater in a shimmering blue, and a pair of black combat boots that ought to fit.

When Obi-Wan lifts him up, clearly intending to leave this warm little bubble, Klaus nearly complains. He wants to stay right here with Obi-Wan, fucking the day away, but he probably should get up, eat something, maybe go outside.

As Obi-Wan explains what he's done, Klaus feels a small spread across his face, genuine and warm. It's such a thoughtful thing to do, and it strikes Klaus yet again just how lucky he is. He's about to thank him, but when Obi-Wan pulls out the clothes, Klaus is immediately distracted by them. He makes a happy noise and bounces up and down a few times before darting over to scoop up the clothes, pressing against Obi-Wan as he leans up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"This is fucking fantastic. She's so cool." He hugs the clothes to his chest and beams up at Obi-Wan. "You want to take me out for lunch, handsome? Show off your girl?"

"She was rather excited about the chance to dress you," Obi-Wan admits with a smile. Renee is a wonderful neighbour, warm and kind and open, truly a good presence within the Force, and he knows he is very lucky to have made a friend in her.

"Yes, I think we ought to go out and get something to eat," he agrees. "And if you want, we can pick out some other clothes for you to wear. I know Renee would be happy to dress you all week, but I can't take advantage of her kindness too much."

"I'll have to go thank her later," Klaus says as he scoops up the boots. "I can borrow some things from Harley, too. You know how I love her clothes."

Plus, she'll get a kick out of this, he's sure. After asking Obi-Wan to give him a few minutes, Klaus skips into the bathroom to get changed. There isn't a bra in the pile but hey, he probably wouldn't have worn one anyway.

After he gets dressed, he fluffs up his hair and puts on some black eyeliner, mascara, and tinted lip balm, and blows his reflection a kiss before coming out of the bathroom as if he were walking on a runway, hands on his hips as he sashays past Obi-Wan and then spins around to pose. "What do you think?"

While Klaus readies himself, Obi-Wan tidies the apartment, setting the meditation cushions back in their place, folding the throw from the couch and draping it over the back. He puts away a few dishes he had left in the drying rack, then pulls his robe on over his shoulders just as Klaus walks down the hall as if he's being featured in a fashion show.

Obi-Wan can't help but smile, then applauds as Klaus poses.

"Lovely," he answers with enthusiasm. "I knew Renee would understand your style exactly and you look marvelous."

"Thank you, darling," Klaus says as he slides on his own red heart-shaped sunglasses and grabs his phone. On a whim, he opens it to take a few selfies, making duck lips at the camera and flashing a peace sign.

"Come here, come here. Take a picture with me." He gestures Obi-Wan over and tucks himself under the man's arm, holding the camera out as they pose. "Here, you do it. My arm's too short now."

He hands the camera over and wraps his arm around Obi-Wan's waist, snuggling in close. "I'm definitely taking some naked pictures later, for the record."

Honestly, the only complaint that Klaus has about Darrow sticking him in a female presenting body for a bit is that they didn't do it at a more seasonably appropriate time. This body is pretty great, if he does say so himself, and he'd like to show it off without freezing half to death.

When he and Obi-Wan go out for dinner, Klaus keeps the cute leather jacket that he borrowed from Renee on the whole time because it's freezing in the restaurant. He's almost annoyed by it, because how is anyone supposed to see these delicate shoulders?

After their meal, Klaus feels pleasantly tipsy on wine and suggests that they go for a walk. He takes a hit from his vape pen with one hand while holding Obi-Wan's in the other, turning his head away to exhale as he slips it back into his pocket. Another plus side to this much smaller body: his weed lasts longer.

The combination of wine and weed and the way that the cool night air sweeps up under his dress, not to mention the wonderful man at his side, who seems so much bigger and burlier now, has him feeling a little frisky. He feels a little too chill for a club, but he doesn't want to go home, either.

The solution presents itself as they round a corner and Klaus spots the marquee of the little art house theater that they've spent time in before. A smile spreads across his face and he squeezes Obi-Wan's hand, turning to smile up at him. "How about we catch a movie?"

Obi-Wan has no particular destination in mind. It's quite peaceful, simply walking with Klaus, going wherever it is the night takes them, and they've been wandering in comfortable silence for several minutes when Klaus suggests a movie. Looking to the small theatre with the faded and yet somehow still lovely lights behind their sign, Obi-Wan smiles and nods.

"I'd like that," he says, pleased. In all honesty, he likes spending time with Klaus regardless of what they find themselves doing. All he knows for certain is that this has been a pleasant evening and he's in no hurry for it to end.

"Do you know any of the films playing?" he asks as they move in the direction of the theatre.

Klaus grins at the answer and pulls Obi-Wan along toward the theater, staring up at the marquee. It's usually pretty hit or miss on whether or not he recognizes anything playing, but tonight they're playing The Graduate. Klaus knows of it more through pop culture references than having actually seen it, but hey. He doesn't really plan on watching it now, either.

"This was kind of a classic where I'm from," Klaus says as he points at the poster. He pays for their two tickets and leads Obi-Wan up to the balcony, pleased to find that it's mostly empty saved for a few people right up near the railing. He leads them towards the back and off to the side, and gestures for Obi-Wan to take a seat.

Once he's seated, Klaus smile and unzips his coat in a tantalizing sort of way, biting his bottom lip as he pulls it off of his shoulders to reveal the dress underneath. Obi-Wan hasn't seen this one, and though he knows that Obi-Wan isn't prone to displays of his desire, Klaus hopes to get some sort of reaction. His tits look fantastic in this, after all.

"What do you think?" Klaus asks quietly, tossing his long hair over his shoulders and doing a slow spin, modeling it for him before sitting down gracefully into the velvet seat next to him. "I picked it up today."

“No wonder you’ve been so cold,” he answers, but his tone is teasing and when Klaus sits, Obi-Wan reaches over to touch the material of the skirt, watching it shimmer slightly as it slips between his fingers. His heart is beating a little faster at the mere sight of Klaus, his cheeks faintly flushed.

“You look incredible, as always,” he says. “The colour really suits you.”

Unlike Obi-Wan, Klaus seems to favour colour and somehow he wears them all with ease.

Obi-Wan's reaction doesn't disappoint, and Klaus bites his lower lip, smiling as a pleased flush colors his cheeks. The lights are already low, so the movie must be about to start. Klaus couldn't care less, because all of his attention is on Obi-Wan, and how his eyes are still so blue even in the dark, and how big and warm his hand is on Klaus's thigh.

"Thank you," Klaus says sincerely, because while he isn't lacking confidence in his looks, it's still feels good to see it from Obi-Wan. "I thought you might like it."

It's a little chilly in the theater, especially with so much skin exposed, but he knows that won't last. Instead, he parts his knees a little and settles back in the chair, glancing down to admire the way that the dress clings to his breasts, exposing the valley between them.

The lights go out entirely as the screen flickers to life, and Klaus puts his hand over Obi-Wan's on his thigh, sliding it along the soft inside of it before lifting Obi-Wan's arm and draping it over his shoulders instead. He lifts the arm rest between them and presses closer to Obi-Wan's side, humming happily as Obi-Wan's hand curls around his shoulder.

"Good timing," he whispers, turning his head to look at up at Obi-Wan with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Is it?" Obi-Wan asks, his thumb idly brushing over the soft skin of Klaus's shoulder. He keeps his gaze ahead, looking at the screen as the trailers begin to play, commercials for cars and banks and other things Obi-Wan has no particular interest in. "I would assume the film is starting exactly on time, isn't it?"

Klaus is small and warm against his side and while he still thinks Klaus must be rather chilly in that skimpy dress, he also thinks he'll do his best to keep them both warm. In fact, he's rather certain that is Klaus's entire plan.

He remembers this movie theatre. He remembers it well.

"Unless you have some other plan," he says in an innocent sounding whisper. "Which I suppose is possible."

"I am just going where the night takes us," Klaus replies with a smile, lifting one leg to cross it over his bare knee, resting one hand on the arm rest on the other on Obi-Wan's thigh as he looks ahead at the screen. Obi-Wan's hand is warm on his shoulder, palm slightly calloused form working with his lightsaber, and Klaus would very much like to feel it all over him.

"Just going with the flow," he whispers airily, tipping his head back a little as his hand slides down to up Obi-Wan's knee. "Doing whatever feels good."

His nipples are stiff from the cold, obvious through the thin material of the dress that barely covers his breasts to begin with, and he lets out a content sigh as the opening credits roll across the screen. He's happy just sitting here like this, letting the anticipation simmer, waiting to see what Obi-Wan will do.

"Oh, is that what you're doing?" Obi-Wan asks in return, a low whisper in the dark of the theatre so as not to disturb any other guests. Luckily, they're mostly alone on this balcony, but even still, Obi-Wan doesn't want anyone else to hear them. Not only because of the subject matter.

"Here I thought you were trying to seduce me," he murmurs. "And in public no less."

His gaze remains on the screen, watching the trailers that are finally wrapping up. But his hand, the one on Klaus's shoulder, slips under the strap of the dress. He doesn't do anything with it, simply toys with the thin material, rolling in between his fingers in an almost thoughtful gesture.

"My darling," Klaus whispers quietly, turning his head to let his lips just barely brush the skin just below Obi-Wan's ear. "I am always trying to seduce you."

He looks ahead again, smiling to himself as Obi-Wan's fingers slip under the thin strap of his dress. When he lets go, it slips down off of Klaus's shoulder, exposing just a little bit more of his chest.

The movie starts and Klaus smirks a bit, because it's a movie about seduction, and it seems very fitting to try and get some part of Obi-Wan inside of him while it plays. But there is time for that, and Klaus finds that he is in no rush. Just Obi-Wan's fingers on his bare shoulder send a little shiver of delight through him, and he likes the anticipation that's building between them, wants to feel it build up around them until perhaps they just can't take it any longer.

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"Somehow I'm unsurprised," he teases in return. It isn't that Obi-Wan thinks of himself as being especially irresistible, but that he and Klaus have a physical connection he knows the likes of which would be frowned upon by some other Jedi. There are those a little more liberal than others and it doesn't matter here in Darrow, regardless. It's just that he isn't overly surprised by Klaus's words.

The strap of his dress slips down and Obi-Wan's thumb sweeps big, warm circles against Klaus's skin. He tilts his head slightly, as if paying great attention to the film, but then he turns and his lips brush Klaus's other shoulder. Just a gentle flutter of a kiss and Klaus probably feels his facial hair more than his lips.

"I've become predictable," he replies in a low whisper, smiling as he keeps his eyes on the young Dustin Hoffman on the screen, even though all of his attention is on Obi-Wan's hand high up on his chest. When Obi-Wan's head ducks down, Klaus tips his to the side to give him more room, humming softly at that gentle brush of his mouth. It feels a bit like a tease, the barely there touch of his soft lifts and rasp of his mustache.

It's wild to Klaus that he can still feel so worked up just from this, even in this new body in this semi-public place. With every other person that he's been with (saved for one), the spark fades so quickly. Things become boring and routine and stop feeling good, stop being excited, and Klaus bails because he craves that excitement. He needs it.

And now he has it, somehow after all this time. When Obi-Wan touches him, it still feels new and exciting but it comes with something else, too. With Obi-Wan, he has stability and safety, comfort, all of those things that he convinced himself that he didn't want. He's loved, and he can feel it with every touch of Obi-Wan's fingers dragging so softly across his skin. He feels loved and he feels warm, breathing in deep as he tips his head back against the seat and closes his eyes just to take it all in.

When Klaus's head tips back and his eyes close, Obi-Wan tuts softly, then nips gently at the bare skin of Klaus's shoulder. "I thought we were here to watch a film," he murmurs as his thumb sweeps lower on Klaus's other side, over the swell of his breast.

"You can't watch with your eyes closed," he murmurs, still mouthing slowly at the side of Klaus's throat. "Maybe you shouldn't have paid for these tickets after all."

As if he hadn't known exactly what they were getting into before they'd come inside. As if they both hadn't.

"I'm just taking it all in," Klaus whispers, smiling as Obi-Wan's lips glide along the soft skin of his throat. Obi's hand glides teasingly over the top of his breast, just along the line of thin fabric without quite dipping beneath, and Klaus clenches his thighs together as he lifts his head to look at the movie.

"So far, these tickets are worth every cent," he murmurs, squeezing at the inside of Obi-Wan's thigh and letting his mouth fall open as Obi-Wan's mouth reaches the sensitive spot just under his ear, the one that makes him shiver in delight.

And then, because he can, he lifts Obi-Wan's hand from his chest to his mouth, dragging his tongue over the pads of them to wet them before he returns Obi-Wan's hand to his chest, sliding the tips if his fingers just under the silky fabric of his dress.

Obi-Wan can't help but chuckle at Klaus's comments, even as his breath hitches slightly when Klaus's tongue teases at the pads of his fingers. He knows the invitation for what it is and so, with a bit of help, he slips his hand entirely into the front of Klaus's dress. The material really doesn't leave much to the imagination and Obi-Wan is relieved they're mostly alone in this theatre.

His wet fingertips circle Klaus's nipple before pinching gently, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes, I do believe you're correct," he agrees in an almost absent tone. "Worth every penny."

Klaus’s nipples have always been sensitive, but in this body they seem to be a bit of a hair trigger. Obi-Wan’s fingers pinch at his nipple and Klaus’s breath hitches, thighs clenching again.

Obi’s arm is curled around his shoulders, hand on his breast, and Klaus lets out a content sigh as he tips his head over onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder, still keeping his eyes on the screen as his hand slides slowly up and down the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh.

It’s a perfect moment, warm and playful and sexy, and he bites back a quiet gasp as those clever fingers pinch at the tight bud of his nipple. His hand lifts the fabric enough that he can feel cool air against his spit-slick skin, and he smiles as he uncrosses his legs to rest both feet on the floor.

“I’d pay double,” he says breathily, even though he’s almost forgotten that there is a movie even playing, for all he’s paying attention to it.

That, too, makes Obi-Wan laugh, low and warm, but he says nothing. Instead he fingers continue to tease at Klaus's nipple, stimulating it until he's certain it's almost too much and then he eases off a little. Klaus's smaller hand on the inside of his thigh feels good, warm and intimate, and Obi-Wan's hips shift, unconsciously trying to achieve more of that feeling.

"I'm beginning to suspect you brought me here with the intention of distracting me," he accuses in a teasing voice, as if that hadn't been very clear right from the start. "Shame on you, Klaus Hargreeves."

Then he tips his head to the side again and kisses Klaus's bare shoulder, using his lips to nudge the strap down on this side as well.

Obi-Wan keeps pinching and tugging, rolling Klaus's nipple between his fingers, and Klaus has to bite his lip, turning his head against Obi-Wan's shoulder for a moment to keep from making any noise. His hips shift as heat flares between his legs, cunt tensing around nothing.

When the pressure on his nipple lets up, Klaus lets out the breath he'd been holding, lifting his head to let Obi-Wan see just how aroused he is, his flush obvious even in the low light. Obi-Wan is kissing his shoulder and holding Klaus's breast in his hand in a way that feels unbearably sexy and intimate, almost possessive. No, Klaus is not a thing to be owned and is free to do what he wants, but here in this moment, he is right where he belongs.

"Shame on me? Then I might as well commit," he breathes out quietly, and when the strap of his dress slips, he lifts his hand from Obi-Wan's thigh to smoothly pull his arm out of the strap, letting the material slip down enough to expose his other breast. The cool air hitting his nipple makes his cunt clench again, and he shifts closer to Obi-Wan's side, tucked under his arm and feeling delicate and happy and wet. He returns his hand to Obi-Wan's thigh, tipping his head back as he slides his palm up to cover the bulge between Obi-Wan's legs, fingers curling in underneath. "Are you distracted now?"

"Terribly so," Obi-Wan answers, his voice slightly tight and hoarse as Klaus's slender hand slips over his cock. It's taking nearly all his self control to keep himself from getting hard right now in the middle of this theatre, instead focusing on Klaus and the daring nature with which he goes through life.

Here he sits, bare chested in a movie theatre, and while they're mostly alone, they're not entirely alone. It makes Obi-Wan want to scoop him up in his arms and take him somewhere very private, somewhere they can do anything at all they want. Anything in the world.

Instead, he kisses Klaus's shoulder again, then shifts a little in his seat, moving so he can kiss the top of Klaus's breast, feeling that gentle swell beneath his mouth.

The only other people on the balcony with them are two other couples down near the front, and one of them are two teenagers who are so into making out that there is no way that they’re aware of anything going on around them. The other is an older couple who, bless them, seem to be deeply engrossed in the film. They’re unlikely to be caught, and Obi-Wan could direct anyone away if they were, but the thrill is still there, and it makes Klaus tingle all over.

When Obi-Wan ducks his head, Klaus bites his lip and shifts as well, arching his back to shamelessly give him better access to his tits. The soft press of his lips, the wet tease of his tongue, and drag of his beard all work together to make Klaus let out a shaky breath, hips shifting a little as his arousal builds and builds, a slow burn that just keeps climbing.

Klaus is no stranger to asking for what he wants, so it’s an easy thing to put one hand on the back of Obi-Wan’s head and gently guide him lower until his lips brush Klaus’s stiff nipple. He lets out a quiet squeak of pleasure and swallows hard, tipping his head back as he squeezes at the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh.

"Shhh," Obi-Wan whispers, hushing Klaus with a soft laugh, although the sound he'd made wouldn't have been heard by anyone else. Still, he feels playful and a bit foolish, things he only ever experiences with Klaus, and he can't help himself.

Then his smile slips and he tugs Klaus's nipple between his lips, worrying against it gently with his teeth. He can taste Klaus's skin and he finally allows himself to simply sink into this, his cock thickening in his trousers, pressing against the seam.

They'll have to leave before the film is over, there are certain things Obi-Wan won't do in public, but for now he's simply going to allow himself to enjoy this. Klaus's nipple in his mouth, his tongue and tweet sweeping over the sensitive skin, his cock hard in his pants with Klaus's hand so near.

When Obi-Wan's lips close around his nipple, Klaus has to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep from moaning. It sends a shock of pleasure through him, heat flaring between his legs. He lifts one hand to touch the side of Obi-Wan's face while his other hand shifts to cover Obi-Wan's cock.

It's hard now, thick and hot under his palm, and Klaus wants to sink to his knees and get it in his mouth. He wants to sit right here while Obi-Wan sucks on his nipples, wants Obi-Wan's fingers in his cunt, wants to lift his dress and beg for Obi-Wan's cock. He wants so many things all at once.

His hand falls from Obi-Wan's face to grab his hand instead, placing it against the warm inside of Klaus's thigh, sliding it up until he can feel just how soaked the barely-there panties he's wearing are, fabric wet against his knuckles.

When Klaus pushes his hand between his thighs, Obi-Wan gives a soft gasp of his own, feeling how warm he is there, how wet. He moves slow and careful, touching Klaus through the material of his undergarments, enjoying that heat as his tongue glides around the stiff peak of his nipple.

There is really only so much they can do here, only so many ways he can touch Klaus while remaining at least slightly acceptable, so Obi-Wan knows he must maintain some restraint. It's just terribly difficult. Klaus has always made that terribly difficult, right from the start.

"And how long are we going to stay here?" he murmurs against Klaus's skin, one finger toying with the edge of his undergarment, pulling the elastic away so he can slip one finger beneath.

Klaus has always been easily aroused, for the most part. He's a very sexual person, but he's also a very experienced one. He's seen and done it all, over and over again, so it should be a little ridiculous that he feels so desperately turned on by a mouth on his tits and the hint of a finger between his legs, but he is. He feels like he might burn up right where he's sitting.

"As long as it takes for you to make me come," he says, but even in a quiet whisper, his tone heavily implies that it won't take very long at all. His cunt feels like it's throbbing, and while he knows that Obi-Wan won't fuck him here, he feels desperate for something. He wants to come right here, squirming in this velvet-lined seat, and then he wants to immediately go find a place where Obi-Wan will fuck him until he comes again.

"I'll be quiet," he whispers, thighs trembling as Obi-Wan's finger slides into his panties, resting so close to where he's throbbing with need. "I promise."

The angle may not make this particularly easy, but that doesn't mean Obi-Wan isn't up to the task. He could use the Force to his benefit if he wanted to, but somehow that seems to be almost a cheat, as if he would be admitting to himself and to Klaus that he can't do this on his own.

So he bites down gently on Klaus's soft skin, then shifts his hand until the angle works a little better. His fingers are already wet from Klaus's body and Obi-Wan suppresses his own shiver of pleasure before he slips one finger inside of Klaus. He's warm and so wet and Obi-Wan has to muffle his moan on Klaus's breast as he pulls back and carefully adds a second. At the same time, he twists his hand and uses his thumb to brush over Klaus's clit.

When Obi-Wan's fingers slide into him, Klaus's breath hitches and he curls one and around the arm rest, knuckles white as he tips his head back. His chest heaves and when Obi-Wan touches his clit, he has to turn his head and bite at Obi-Wan's shoulder through his shirt to keep from crying out.

He breathes out hard through his nose, teeth digging into Obi-Wan's skin as his other hand clutches at the man's thigh. Every muscle feels strung taut, and Obi-Wan's teeth are on his nipple, fingers working in and out of his cunt, and he goes tense as his orgasm hits. He lets out a barely audible whimper against Obi-Wan's shoulder as his hips jerk, but he keeps his word and stays quiet, even if all he wants to do is cry out.

Klaus clutches at Obi-Wan, fumbling a hand up to grab his chin and tug his face up so Klaus can kiss him, messy and open-mouthed as he tries to catch his breath.

That Klaus is so open, so responsive, is one of the many things Obi-Wan loves about him, the way he just lets himself experience life. This moment is no exception. His body shakes and he presses a moan into Obi-Wan’s shirt, teeth biting him through the material, and all Obi-Wan can do is go along for the wonderful ride.

He doesn’t pull his hand back, but he does gentle his touch as Klaus pulls him into a kiss.

“You are rather incredible,” he murmurs into Klaus’s mouth before kissing him again, long and deep.

"Right back at you, handsome," Klaus breathes out once the kiss breaks, curling his arms around Obi-Wan as best he can in the position. Obi-Wan's fingers are hooked inside of him, and his bare breast feels cool where the air is hitting Obi-Wan's saliva. He feels like he's buzzing as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, warm and happy and alive.

He kisses Obi-Wan again and reaches down to grab his wrist, slowly pulling Obi's fingers free and lifting them to his mouth. Klaus locks eyes with Obi-Wan as he pulls his fingers into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue. He sucks them clean, bobbing his head a little as if he were sucking cock, and then pulls off of them with a quiet pop, licking his lips as he smiles.

"We need to find somewhere I can take care of this," he whispers as he reaches between Obi-Wan's legs to cup his hard cock, squeezing gently before letting go. Klaus then stands up, top half bare as his dress falls down around his waist, and he lifts his index finger to his lips as he does a little shimmy in Obi-Wan's face. He grabs his coat and pulls it on with his dress as is, and then makes his way down the aisle, hips swaying as he waits for Obi-Wan to follow.

"Are you going to close your coat?" Obi-Wan asks as he stands and follows Klaus, half-scandalized and half-aroused by the thought that he may not. Nothing is fully exposed, but he hasn't zipped it up and so anyone, were they to take a second look, would notice the bare expanse of chest and midriff down the centre.

As he walks, he adjusts himself, then swings his robe over his hips, taking care to make sure he, at least, is covered. But the thrill that someone might notice Klaus's state simply won't leave him.

"Where are we possibly going to go here at the theatre?" he asks, the question mostly rhetorical. He'll go wherever Klaus wants him to.

In response to Obi-Wan's whispered question, Klaus stops at the end of the aisle and turns to open his coat, flashing his tits at Obi-Wan again before closing his coat and tying the belt loosely. He smiles and reaches out to take Obi-Wan's hand, leading him down the stairs.

He stops at the swinging door and opens it enough to peek out, looking back and forth before pulling Obi-Wan out into the empty hall. Klaus looks around and then leads them over to a door marked Maintenance. Thankfully it's unlocked, and Klaus lets out a quiet hiss of victory before pulling Obi-Wan inside and shutting it.

The small room is lit dimly by one overhead bulb and smells like cleaning products and mop water, but most importantly, it's empty.

"This'll do," Klaus says with a laugh, shrugging out of his coat again and tossing it over a shelf of spray bottles as he turns to press his back against the door. The cool wood against his bare skin makes him gasp, and he reaches out to grab the front of Obi-Wan's shirt and pull him in close, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth. "Hurry, sweetheart. Fuck me fast here, and then you can take your time with me at home."

It doesn’t surprise Obi-Wan at all that Klaus finds a place, though he knows, unlike the club, they’ll have to be quiet. There are still people in this establishment, after all, and it isn’t even half as loud as the music in the club. While he can use the Force to make people forget certain things, he would really rather not be interrupted at all.

With a soft sound of pleasure, Obi-Wan presses into the kiss, at the same time as his hands reach for the skirt of Klaus’s dress. He pushes the material out of the way impatiently, reaching for the elastic waist of his undergarment, pulling them down.

“Lift your foot,” he urges, helping Klaus out of the garment, before he shoves them into the pocket of his robe without a thought.

Obi-Wan's body presses against his, holds him there and pulls at his dress, beard scraping against his jaw, and Klaus lets out a quiet whimper. The way he takes charge, dragging Klaus's damp panties down his leg, makes him shudder with arousal, thighs clenching. Obi-Wan puts them into his pocket and Klaus knows that they'll stay there, and he'll walk out of this theater with Obi-Wan's come running down his thigh. Just the thought makes his cunt pulse, making him even wetter.

"Come on," he says impatiently, reaching down between them to tug open the button on Obi-Wan's jeans as he gives him another messy kiss. Urgently, he curls his arms around Obi-Wan's shoulders and grabs the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging at it to spur him on, urging him to be a little rough if he'd like. "I need your cock."

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Ever a man of control, Obi-Wan knows, were he asked to, he could stop all this in a single moment, recover complete calm, and go about his day. But what makes it all so lovely is knowing Klaus wouldn't ask that of him and he pushes Klaus's skirt up higher, then grabs his thigh, urging his legs around Obi-Wan's waist.

With his other hand, he reaches down, takes his cock in his grip, and guides himself forward. Klaus is wet, ready for him, and Obi-Wan wastes no time in teasing or trying to make sure everything is as perfect as it can. They may not be in a bed, they may be in a rush, but it's still all perfect.

Then suddenly he's inside of Klaus, the tight heat of his body making Obi-Wan moan low in his throat. His cock is aching, hot, and he rolls his hips again, fucking into Klaus with an urgency he doesn't often allow himself to display.

It is terribly hard to make Obi-Wan lose his composure. Klaus knows this because he tries to do it on a somewhat regular basis, almost like a game. He never wants to upset Obi-Wan or push too far, but he likes riling him up. He likes what happens when he does, and maybe more than that, he likes knowing that he might be the only person who really could.

Obi-Wan drags his thigh upward and Klaus's feet leave the ground, knees hooked over Obi-Wan's hips as his cock slides into his wet, hot cunt as if it were made to fit there. Klaus slaps one hand over his own mouth to keep from crying out as Obi-Wan starts to fuck him hard and fast, shallow thrusts that hit just the right spot over and over again, tits bouncing in the space between their bodies.

"Fuck, that's perfect," Klaus pants out, letting his hand fall away to grab Obi-Wan's chin between his thumb and forefinger and drag him in for a messy kiss, whimpering into his mouth.

It’s difficult to keep quiet, but they’re doing a good job, he thinks. Obi-Wan muffles his moans against Klaus’s mouth, shaking with pleasure, and he knows he doesn’t need to hold himself back, he knows Klaus isn’t expecting him to last long, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to. Since the second Klaus began to properly flirt with him inside the theatre, he’s felt on edge, wonderfully on edge.

Klaus always does this to him.

He shivers and moans again, then nips at Klaus’s lower lip before kissing him again. His hips snap forward, again and then again, before he comes with a shuddering gasp into Klaus’s mouth. He buries himself inside of Klaus, braces himself against the wall, one hand still holding Klaus’s thigh.

It was obvious from the moment that Obi-Wan pressed him back against the door that this wasn't going to last very long, and that's just fine. This is just a pit stop, after all. After this, they'll go home and do it all over again, because their life is beautiful.

Obi-Wan fucks him so hard that the door rattles with each thrust, and Klaus's eyes roll back as Obi-Wan bites his lip. He drops one hand between them to rub at his clit, moaning quietly into their messy kiss.

He grabs the back of Obi-Wan's head with his other hand as he comes, cock pulsing as he empties himself into Klaus's body, and he kisses him harder to drink up any noise they make. Klaus tumbles over the edge a moment later, toes curling as his hips jerk and a bead of slick rolls down his thigh.

"Oh, darling," he breathes out, fisting his fingers in Obi-Wan's hair and letting out a breathless chuckle as his head tips back against the door. "That really hit the spot."

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh as well, breathless and trembling as he holds Klaus pinned to the door. He had felt the way Klaus's muscles had contracted as he'd come, had felt this body all but clinging to him, and he exhales again, breathing out against Klaus's throat.

"Yes, we are rather good at this, aren't we?" he agrees with another laugh.

Very carefully, very gently, he eases himself out of Klaus and then settles him back down on the floor, taking care not to drop him. He kisses Klaus's neck, then his cheek, then lifts his hands to cup Klaus's face and kisses his mouth gently, lingering for as long as he can.

"Quite good indeed," Klaus replies in a breathless imitation of Obi-Wan's accent, which he thinks he's rather good at. "Impeccable skill."

The way that Obi-Wan eases out of him and sets him down is so at odds with what they just did, and Klaus loves that he gets to have the best of both worlds, hot and rough and then sweet after. For so long, Klaus thought that he couldn't get all that he needed from just one person, but really he just needed to find the right one.

His legs are still trembling but Obi-Wan keeps him standing, and Klaus's eyes close as Obi-Wan's mouth brushes against his skin. The kiss makes Klaus feel so loved, like he's something perfect and precious and nice, even here in a dingy broom closet with come leaking out of him. Only Obi-Wan can do that.

"I love you so much," he murmurs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan in a tight hug. "So much you don't even know, Obi."

"I think I have an idea," Obi-Wan answers as he slips his arms around Klaus in turn. He presses his face into the curve of Klaus's shoulder, breathing him in, then smiles. "Because I love you, too, a rather absurd amount."

When he pulls back, it's to gently pull Klaus's jacket off so he can help him slip the dress back into place. The undergarments remain in the pocket of his robe, however, and he has no intention of handing them over, even as he helps Klaus back into his jacket.

"There," he says, then begins to fasten his trousers. "We're practically presentable."

Klaus feels as if he's floating, and then he realizes that he is. His toes are hovering an inch or so above the ground as Obi-Wan so tenderly helps Klaus's arms through the straps of his dress and helps him into his coat.

He very deliberately doesn't hand his panties back over, and Klaus finds that sexy and sweet at the same time, which is a line that Obi-Wan walks so wonderfully.

"Practically presentable," he repeats as his feet go back to the floor and he ties his jacket shut, tipping his head up to draw Obi-Wan into another fond, lingering kiss. Klaus pulls back and holds a finger to his lips as he turns to crack the door open, peeking out to take a look. The hallway is still empty, movie still going, so he pushes the door open and takes Obi-Wan's hand, leading him out into the hall. "Can you get us a car, darling? I think that I'd like to go home now."

"We're not going to finish the film?" Obi-Wan asks in a faux-wondering voice, though he's already retrieving his phone from the other pocket of his robe and opening the application he needs to order a car. There are still times when he thinks he ought to learn how to drive, given how much it seems like flying, albeit on land instead of the air, but there is so much convenience here in Darrow that he's never needed to.

"Pity, I wanted to see how it ended," he teases, the car ordered. He tucks his phone away once more and leads Klaus to the front of the movie theatre. The lobby is quiet now that the film has started and there are very few people about, with the exception of the bored looking teenager at the concessions stand.

"Good evening," Obi-Wan says pleasantly as they walk by.

“We already had a happier ending than they did,” Klaus quips as he walks alongside Obi-Wan, hanging onto his arm because his knees are still a little weak. Obi-Wan greets the employees in his gentlemanly way, calm and polite like he didn’t just fail someone in their mop closet, and Klaus gazes up at him adoringly.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” Klaus calls out cheerfully, waving as Obi-Wan opens the door and leads him outside. The cold air is a bit of a shock against his heated skin, and he’s reminded that he isn’t wearing any underwear, and that he’s sticky and wet between his legs, and another flush of arousal tips through him. Wow, this body just can’t get enough.

It doesn’t take long for the car to arrive, and Klaus greets the driver as Obi-Wan slides in next to him. As Obi confirms their address, Klaus takes his hand and places it on his knee, tipping his head over almost innocently onto the man’s shoulder.

Less innocent is the way that he slides Obi-Wan’s hand slowly up the inside of his thigh, up under the silky hem of his dress.

“I hope there isn’t traffic,” he says casually to the driver. “I can’t wait to be home.”

"You behave," Obi-Wan chides with a small smile he tries to hide. The driver is the consummate professional, however, and he doesn't even glance in the rearview mirror at them, instead just setting himself along the route.

"We're not far from home," he says to Klaus, squeezing his knee gently, and although Klaus has pushes his hand up a little higher on his thigh, Obi-Wan keeps it where it is. For now.

His fingers drum gently against Klaus's bare skin, though, then sweep back and forth, a light touch meant to tease.

When Obi-Wan shuts him down, Klaus huffs and slumps against Obi-Wan's side, but he doesn't push the issue. Instead he takes a breath and nods a little at Obi-Wan's quiet assurance, because he can wait. For now.

He closes his eyes and focuses on the rumble of the car beneath them, the sounds passing by, and the gentle touch of Obi-Wan's fingers against his skin. A content sigh escapes him and he lets go of Obi-Wan's hand to curl his fingers around the man's wrist instead, thumb swiping across the knob of bone.

"You behave," he murmurs as Obi-Wan's hand glides back and forth, turning his head to press his smile against Obi-Wan's shoulder. Fuck, he's happy. It strikes him over and over again, and he hopes that he never gets used to it.

“I’m very well behaved,” Obi-Wan answers. “A perfect gentleman.”

He’s smiling, though, even as the car pulls up to their apartment, and Obi-Wan ducks his head to press a kiss to Klaus’s cheek.

“We’re here,” he says, even though he knows Klaus can see it well for himself. The payment takes care of itself with the app and Obi-Wan takes Klaus by the hand and pulls him gently from the car. “Home sweet home.”

"You really are, though," Klaus assures him, because Obi-Wan has never made him feel fearful, disrespected, or cast aside. He is always thinking of Klaus's feelings, always making him feel seen and heard, and to Klaus, that's what a gentleman is.

"Home sweet home," he repeats as he squeezes Obi-Wan's hand, and it really does feel like home as they step into the familiar lobby. In that moment, Klaus feels very lucky. He has two homes that he feels safe in, and he feels at home with more than one person. He has family.

The elevator doors slide open and Klaus follows Obi-Wan in, feeling content and relaxed, smiling dreamily as he gently presses Obi-Wan back against the wall of the elevator.

"So, did I tire you out, or do you think that you could go another round?" Klaus teases, smiling up at Obi-Wan and briefly touching the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth. "Because I do have a request now that we're headed someplace private."

“Do you?” Obi-Wan asks, an eyebrow arching as he leans back against the wall, his hands upon Klaus’s waist. “I suppose I might be able to find the motivation for more of our… activities.”

His tone is teasing, along with his smile, because he has absolutely no doubt he’ll be able to ‘go another round’, as Klaus has put it. Klaus does that to him, makes him feel things he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

“What might that request be?” he asks, voice low as he leans to speak against Klaus’s ear. “Or is it too naughty to tell me outside of our place?”

"Mm, well, it is quite naughty," Klaus whispers back in a playful simper, humming as he tips his head to the side to feel Obi-Wan's beard against the sensitive skin of his neck. "I'll tell you inside."

It's not as if he has any problem asking for terribly naughty things in public, but he just wants to be inside faster. They've had to pull apart so many times tonight, and Klaus wants to get where them where they won't have to let go again.

The elevator doors open and Klaus leads him to the apartment and through the front door, where he turns to lock it with a satisfying click. At last.

Klaus steps out of his shoes and pulls off his jacket, dragging the straps his dress down his shoulders so he can pull his arms out of both. His dress falls down around his waist again and he slowly approaches Obi-Wan, pressing his small hands to Obi's chest and sliding them upward.

"As much as I've loved having you in my cunt these past few days," he begins in a low, seductive tone, fingers curling over Obi-Wan's shoulders. "I'm thinking that I want your cock in my ass while I'm still like this, after you open me up real slow."

Klaus has an ease with his body Obi-Wan has rarely seen it anyone else. Even in this body, one he barely knows, there's a sense of simply accepting and belonging, and Obi-Wan watches with a bit of awe in his expression as Klaus moves, partially undressing, and then pressing against him.

His hands slide around his body, pressing to the small of his back, and he smiles at the request, eyes bright.

"Oh, I think that could be arranged," he promises in a low voice before he ducks his head to catch Klaus's mouth in another deep kiss. He walks them back at the same time, feeling his way along the hall with ease, then pushes them into the bedroom. The door creaks open with a wave of his hand, moved by the Force, and then sheets on the bed turn back to welcome them.

There is more to Klaus's request, but he lets himself be kissed, dragged back towards the bedroom. He isn't sure if he's floating or just hanging from Obi-Wan's neck, too focused on sucking on the man's tongue to give it much thought. He pulls back to breathe just in time to see Obi-Wan's outstretched hand, two fingers extended, and then the sheets pull back from the bed. The casual display of power makes Klaus feel a strong pulse of arousal between his legs.

"Mm, one more thing," he says as pulls away, skipping over to the nightstand as he unzips his dress. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving him completely bare aside from the dog tags hanging between his breasts. He extracts a black velvet pouch from the drawer and turns back to Obi-Wan with a sly grin, holding it up in front of his face as he comes to stand next to the bed.

"Once you're inside me," he says as he tosses himself back onto the bed and positions himself seductively, knees drawing up as he opens the velvet bag and extracts a smooth purple vibrator. He touches the tip of it to his chest, slowing dragging it downward as he looks over at Obi-Wan. "I thought maybe you could fuck me with this, too. Maybe see how many times you can make me come. What's the record for a day since I've been like this. Six?"

Despite their rather active and, Obi-Wan would say, adventurous sex life, Klaus still somehow manages to make him blush. The pink rises up under his beard and across his cheeks, then his ears, and he feels suddenly hot beneath his clothing.

"My, my," he says in a hoarse voice. "You are always full of surprises, aren't you?"

He loves it so much. He loves that Klaus puts so much thought into their time together, even if it might not be what he would have done before they met one another. He smiles beneath his moustache and nods, still almost at a loss for words. A hard thing for anyone to accomplish with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Color rises to Obi-Wan's freckled cheeks and Klaus grins, feeling aroused and fond, so deeply in love. He never thought he could want to be railed by someone and find them adorable at the same time, but he does.

"I like to keep things interesting," he says with a pleased giggle, spreading out on the bed and gesturing for Obi-Wan to come closer. "But so do you. Keeping my panties, hm? How naughty."

Obi-Wan is smiling and blushing and staring at Klaus like he's the best thing he's ever seen, and it makes him feel like he's glowing from the inside out, so he lifts his arms out to urge him onto the bed. "Come here, darling."

"Well, it just seemed to make the most sense," Obi-Wan protests, even though he's laughing, too. "Wouldn't it have been much more effort to put them back on?"

As he speaks, he's crawling onto the bed, still dressed, to join Klaus. He settles between Klaus's thighs and leans down, putting most of his weight on one forearm he braces on the mattress beside Klaus. Then he smiles, still just looking at Klaus, at the familiar eyes looking back at him, even though the body has changed.

"What a strange and wonderful life we have here," he says, then ducks his head to kiss Klaus's mouth, his chin, the edge of his jaw.

"I've become something of a fan," Klaus replies, grinning as he tips his head back to make room for Obi-Wan's questing mouth. The weight of him is warm and heavy in a comforting way, and Klaus draws his knees up on either side of Obi-Wan's hips.

"You've spoiled me," he adds as he reaches up to stretch his arms up over his head, offering himself up for more kisses. He's teasing, but it's also kind of true. Klaus is spoiled in so many ways just because he's somehow, against all odds, captured this wonderful man's attention. "I have to be treated like this for the rest of my life."

Again, his tone is light, but there's an admission in it, too. He doesn't ever want this to end. Sometimes it startles him to think it, but he could stay here, just like this, and be happy for all the days he has left.

"Hm, well, I suppose I'll just have to make sure that happens," Obi-Wan murmurs in a distracted tone, although he's anything but. "Nothing to be done about it now. Once a man is spoiled, he always will be."

He doesn't believe Klaus is at all spoiled, doesn't believe his attention is anything overly special, something to be coveted. It just so happens they've found themselves together in a scenario that works wonderfully for them both, a life in which they're content and comfortable. Obi-Wan is grateful for that and he will do everything in his power to make sure he really can do this for as long as Klaus wants.

His lips slide along Klaus's throat, down toward the sharp line of his collarbones. He presses a kiss to the swell of one breast, cupping it in his hand at the same time, his thumb sweeping over the nipple.

“Sounds like we’re on the same page,” Klaus says with a smile, sliding his hands up Obi-Wan’s back and dragging his shirt up. He pauses before pulling it up and off, only because Obi-Wan kisses a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. That, along with Obi-Wan’s thumb on his nipple, which is still a little raw from being toyed with at the theater. It only heightens the sensation now, and Klaus lets out a little whimper as his toes curl.

“Your mouth is insane,” he murmurs, laughing a little as he finally pulls Obi-Wan’s shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Their bodies press together and Klaus hums, wrapping his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist, heels tugging at his jeans. “All of you is so hot.”

He chuckles again and lifts his hands to cup Obi-Wan’s face, pulling him into a firm kiss.

"I do believe you're rather biased," Obi-Wan points out as he helps Klaus undress him, shaking the shirt off and onto the floor, then undoing the belt of his trousers. He shifts his hips and uses one hand to push them down, then kicks them off the rest of the way, leaving him in the undergarments Klaus has given him, the ones he calls boxer-briefs, Obi-Wan thinks.

He doesn't much worry what things are called, just whether or not they're comfortable, and these ones very much are.

"Now you on the other hand," he murmurs, sliding one hand down Klaus's body. "You are spectacular."

“Not biased, just experienced,” Klaus says, because he isn’t going to shy away from how he used to be. He isn’t ashamed of it, and he knows Obi-Wan isn’t jealous. They’ve both been with other people, loved other people, before they found each other. “And no one comes close to you.”

Obi-Wan undresses and Klaus touches parts of him as they’re bared, gliding his small hands across warm skin. His underwear is still on and Klaus nearly complains, but then Obi-Wan slides his hand down the center of Klaus’s body, between his breasts and over his ribs, along the dip of his stomach, and it makes him shiver with delight, thighs clenching around Obi-Wan’s hips.

“Mm, I love the sound of your voice,” he purrs out, giving Obi-Wan a cheeky smile as he reaches up to put his hands on the man’s shoulders. “Especially when you’re complimenting me. Do it some more.”

"Your skin is absurdly soft and smooth," he murmurs, kissing the valley between Klaus's breasts. "And you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Your smile is infectious and your legs, regardless of body, are terribly lovely."

To emphasize his point, Obi-Wan slips his hand under Klaus's knee and lifts his leg, turning his head swiftly to kiss the inside of his thigh.

"The way your tattoos stand out against your skin is truly art," he murmurs, lips still brushing Klaus's thigh. "Eye catching."

Klaus beams through it all, smile wide as he relaxes back against the bed, listening to Obi-Wan's every word. He is no stranger to compliments, but Obi-Wan's are so genuine. He never says anything that he doesn't mean. Hearing them makes him feel a little vulnerable, but he's come to learn that it doesn't always have to be a bad thing.

"So spoiled," he teases again, but there's the slightest tremor in his voice that gives away how affected he is by being seen.

"I want to get one for you," Klaus says suddenly, realizing in the moment just how much he means it. "A tattoo. Mm, something with a constellation," he drawls out dreamily, lifting his feet to rest them on Obi-Wan's shoulders, shivering at the brush of lips and beard against his thighs. "Because when I think of you, I think of the stars."

He lifts his arm to draw an arc in the air above him, still smiling as he rests his palm against the back of Obi-Wan's head. "The sky. Endless possibilities."

Klaus's words are beautiful, like poetry, and Obi-Wan smiles against his skin, then kisses the inside of his thigh once more. He nuzzles his cheek against that soft skin, then bites softly, not hard enough to leave a mark, but because he wants to, he wants to have something of Klaus physically between his teeth for just a moment. It isn't a possessive act, but a reminder of how real he is, how solid and precious and wonderful.

"I think that's a lovely idea," he answers. "May I go with you when you get it done?"

He doesn't think he would care for one himself, not because he doesn't like how they look or because of the pain, just because he isn't even sure what he might get. But he would very much like to be there when Klaus gets his done in order to share the experience with him.

"Of course. I want you there," Klaus murmurs, wrinkling his nose happily as Obi-Wan's teeth press into the meat of his thigh. It sends a zip of pleasure through him and he slides his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair, giving it a playful tug. "Is that where you want it, hm? On my thigh?"

He's wet between his legs, pulsing with arousal, but he doesn't feel in any rush. He enjoys their banter, and the slow burn build up of Obi-Wan's beard against his skin.

"I think I'd like you to pick the spot," he drawls out, and it's not because he wants it to be a mark of ownership. Despite not wanting to be tied down, he likes having evidence of who he loves on his skin, and Obi-Wan is art unlike anything else he's ever known.

For some reason, despite all else Klaus has said and offered him, Obi-Wan hadn't expected that and he's still for a moment, allowing himself to bask in the meaning of such an offer. It's significant, a display of trust, and he means to treat it as the true gift it is.

"I will give it the careful consideration it deserves," he promises just before he licks the crease of Klaus's thigh, pressing his nose to his skin and breathing him in.

"Now," he murmurs, head tilted just enough that his breath slips over Klaus's heated skin. He can smell him, practically taste him, and Obi-Wan's cock gives a twitch of arousal. "How many times was it you wanted me to make you come?"

"I know that you will," Klaus replies, breath stuttering a little at that swipe of tongue. He knows that his time with this body is limited, and while he's eager to get back to normal, he also wants to cherish every second of this. Their bodies fit together perfectly, no matter what shape they're in, and how many couples can find that out? They're lucky.

"No lower back, though," Klaus says, chuckling a little as he spreads his thighs wider. "I'm trashy enough already without a tramp stamp."

Obi-Wan moves again, this time close enough to his cunt that Klaus can feel his warm breath against him like a tease. Klaus sides his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair again, tugging at it, and then lets out another soft, shaky chuckle at the question.

"As many times as you can," he breathes out, pulling Obi-Wan a little closer and trying to resist the urge to grind his cunt into Obi-Wan's face. "But I think four would beat the record. If you're up for it."

"Oh, I think we can manage that," Obi-Wan answers as he slides his hand up Klaus's thigh. With a grin directed up the length of Klaus's body, Obi-Wan uses his fingers, parting Klaus, then ducks his head to press a long, slow kiss to his clit. He's taking his time, building this up, because they'd had their rushed moment earlier. Now he wants to see how long he can drag this out.

Truly, how many times he can make Klaus come.

His tongue flicks out, moving across heated skin, tasting Klaus, and then he sinks one finger inside of him. Pumping slowly, he pulls back and adds a second fingers, then uses his tongue at the same time, teasing at Klaus's clit as his fingers fuck into him.

The grin on Obi-Wan's face is full of promise, and just a little filthy. That alone makes Klaus give another shiver, even before Obi-Wan's lips are pursed around Klaus's clit in a kiss. He gives a little whimper, hips twitching slightly at the contact.

"Oh, I don't know. I might try to make it a challenge," Klaus breathes out, as if he isn't already arching his back at the press of a finger, gasping at the flick of a tongue. Obi-Wan starts to lick at him, fucking him with his fingers, and Klaus moans as he twists his fingers in the sheets, legs open wide.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he groans out, because while he's never gotten his cunt eaten out by anyone else, he can still recognize skill. He knows how to use his tongue, how to crook his fingers, and Klaus smiles as he imagines Obi-Wan's head between the legs of some beautiful exotic alien woman on a spaceship in an outer galaxy somewhere. "Fuck, sweetheart, so good. Can I have another finger?"

Although there had been no practice in this particular skill in some time, Obi-Wan likes to think he still knows what he’s doing. And Klaus’s reaction supports that conviction, a thought that makes him smile, even as he presses his face against Klaus, licking and sucking.

At the request, he draws his fingers back, then adds a third, stretching Klaus gently. When Klaus’s body relaxes, when the tightness of his muscles eases off, he pushes his fingers deeper, fucks him a little harder, his tongue working at the same time.

He thinks he could do this all evening. His eyes close and he hums softly, enjoying every last moment of this.

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There’s the slightest pinch at the stretch of a third finger, but it’s gone almost in an instant and Klaus is left with an exquisite sort of pressure. He likes having Obi-Wan taking up room inside of his body, and for a moment he’s tempted to see how far they could go with this, too.

Instead he’s distracted by the relentless lap of Obi-Wan’s tongue against his clit, and arches his back with a loud, appreciative moan. Obi-Wan settles in as if he would be truly content doing this all night, like he’d keep his face buried between his legs until the sun comes up.

So, Klaus lets him do just that. For a while, at least. He loses track of time as he lets the pleasure build and build until he can feel it everywhere, until he’s panting and whimpering, thighs flexing as he tries to stave off an orgasm. He gets close, dancing right on the edge of it, and his hips jerk as he pulls back from it again.

He lets it build until it’s almost too much, and then Obi-Wan’s clever fingers thrust in hard against that perfect spot inside of him and he’s done, unable to hold back. He comes with a loud, almost startled cry, hips jerking as a hot gush of liquid leaks out against Obi-Wan’s chin.

It goes on and on and it feels so good that he laughs, nearly euphoric as his fingers twist in Obi-Wan’s hair.

“Setting a high bar,” he gasps out, squeezing Obi-Wan’s head playfully between his thighs for a moment before letting go.

The human body -- well, not only human, but in this scenario there's really only one body Obi-Wan is focused on -- is truly incredible. He breathes through Klaus's orgasm, taking the ride with him, making sure not to let up until something in way Klaus moves indicates he ought to and only then does he pull back. His beard is wet and he wipes one hand at his face with a small grin, then kisses Klaus's thigh again with just a hint of teeth.

"Well, wouldn't want to begin with a disappointment," he teases.

He's still partially dressed, something he realizes only now, but he had been much too focused on Klaus to give any thought to what he is or isn't wearing. Now, though, Obi-Wan reaches down and eases himself out of his undergarments with a soft moan.

Obi-Wan’s fingers shine in the low light as he wipes at his wet chin, and the sight is so beautifully obscene that Klaus gives another little tremble, cunt clenching greedily around nothing.

“I don’t think you could disappoint me if you tried,” Klaus breathes out, because not only is Obi-Wan terribly good at this, he is also just good. Too good a man for Klaus, surely, but he’s not going to argue with what Obi-Wan wants. And Obi wants him. Isn’t that something?

Klaus lifts his head to watch as Obi-Wan takes his cock out, feeling his mouth water slightly at the sight of it, big and thick and flushed pink.

“You have the prettiest cock,” Klaus assures him, sliding one hand down between his legs, lifting them with bent knees as he gathers slick on his fingertips and then presses back further, rubbing at his asshole with delicate little fingers. “Mm, I want it in me, right here.”

The sight is undeniably arousing, but Obi-Wan is still a Jedi, and is more than capable of pulling himself back from his arousal so that he might do this properly. Under no circumstances is he willing to hurt Klaus, no matter how badly he might want him.

"And you'll have it," he promises as he reaches for their lubricant. He spreads a generous amount onto his fingers, then nudges Klaus's fingers, replacing them with his own. Klaus's fingers may also be slick, but Obi-Wan is taking no chances at all.

He's careful, easing one finger inside of Klaus's body, the tight muscle almost pulling him in as he goes. It feels different from how Klaus usually does, which somehow both is and isn't a surprise at all.

It’s no surprise that Obi-Wan wants to take his time and be careful. Sometimes this bothers Klaus just a little, only because he’s an impatient, needy little thing who has always gone for instant gratification, regardless of the consequences.

But now, he’s already been brought to orgasm a few times, already been fucked good and hard, so this time he’s fine with drawing it out. This may be the only time that they get to do this particular act, with him in this particular body, so he wants to make it count.

Obi-Wan’s slick finger pushes into him and Klaus’s breath hitches, eyes closed as he focuses on the intrusion. It feels different in this body, and Klaus is reminded that this body is brand new. Obi-Wan is the only one who will ever touch this body like this, the only one to ever be inside of it, and Klaus finds that the realization makes him a little sentimental. If this had happened before Obi-Wan, or even in those early days, he would have been out on the town, fucking anyone and everyone. And while that does sound appealing to a certain extent, there’s something better about having someone who knows him so well that he can translate between one body and another and still make Klaus’s toes curl.

His finger starts to move in and out and it’s a different sort of pleasure, lacking the spark of fingertips dragging over his prostate, but it’s still an exquisite sort of pressure and Klaus rocks back against it, reaching over to pick up the purple vibrator and rest it on his chest in the valley of his breasts. He doesn’t turn it on yet, doesn’t try to use it on himself, but the weight of it reminds him that there’s more to come, and soon he’ll be more full than he’s ever been.

Obi-Wan’s finger drives deeper and Klaus lets out a needy whine, reaching between his legs to spread his cunt open with his fingers to give Obi-Wan an obscenely intimate view of his body, letting him watch as his muscles contract with desire.

While he takes his time, wanting to be sure he doesn’t hurt Klaus at all, Obi-Wan is still enjoying every single moment of this. He watches the way Klaus’s body moves, the tightening of muscles, the sheen of sweat on his skin. Klaus is almost shining in the low light of the room, his body moving in time with each thrust of Obi-Wan’s finger. When he feels like Klaus’s body has adjusted, he carefully adds a second, watching for a reaction.

“How does it feel?” he asks, his breathing heavy. While he can hold himself off for as long as he needs to, there is a beginning sense of impatience he can feel. One he doesn’t want to ignore. One he suspects Klaus doesn’t want him to ignore either.

His cock feels heavy between his legs, aching and warm, but he’ll still wait for Klaus to tell him he’s ready.

Klaus knows that he can't come just from fingers in his ass. In his normal body, maybe, but not this one. Still, it feels like Obi-Wan is working him towards something close, and it only gets better when he adds another finger. He's relaxed enough that it slides in easily, stretching him open, and Klaus lifts his head at the question.

"It feels wonderful, sweetheart," he murmurs, smiling wickedly at how Obi-Wan looks-- chest heaving, forehead beaded with sweat. He looks nearly overcome with lust, and Klaus loves that he can do that to a man usually so composed.

Obi-Wan's cock is straining out toward him, rock hard and dripping, and Klaus shifts his leg until he can teasingly drag his toes along the shaft, because he knows that Obi-Wan likes his feet. "I'm ready, baby. Please let me have it."

Obi-Wan will always take Klaus at his word. This far into the relationship they’ve developed, they trust one another and that trust extends to Obi-Wan expecting that Klaus will be honest with how he feels, both physically and mentally. At the moment, the physical aspect is the one most concerning him, but if Klaus says he’s ready, then Obi-Wan believes him.

Shifting back, he withdraws his fingers carefully, then reaches for the lubricant again. He slicks some over his cock, dragging the skin in a way that makes him groan, then cleans his palm as he shuffles forward on his knees.

“You’ll tell me if anything hurts,” he says, knowing Klaus will. The head of his cock nudges against Klaus’s ass and he stifles another moan before pressing inside of him just slightly. This is different than his fingers, he knows it is, he just needs to be careful and go slow, and they’ll both enjoy it much more that way.

Obi-Wan takes such good care of him, takes his time to make sure it’s good for Klaus even though he’s visibly struggling to hold himself back, and by the time the head of his thick cock is nudging against Klaus’s hole, he finds himself strangely misty eyed. Maybe it’s the lady hormones, or maybe it’s that he still finds himself surprised that it could be like this.

Klaus doesn’t remember the first time that he was fucked in the ass. He doesn’t even really remember who it was. Someone far too old for him, he thinks. Someone who had no business touching him at all back then. He doesn’t remember it, and that’s probably a blessing, because he doubts it was nice.

But this time, it’s nice. It’s a new first time, and Klaus is completely sober. Not only that, he’s in love. It’s cliched and wonderful and Klaus laughs breathlessly as Obi-Wan sinks into him, because he’s so happy.

It’s a stretch for sure, but Obi-Wan worked him open so well and Klaus is so relaxed and wants this so badly that beyond the tiniest pinch, it doesn’t hurt at all. He puts his heels on the back of Obi-Wan’s thighs to pull him in, gasping as his cock seems to just keep on going, filling him until he isn’t sure that there’s room for air in his lungs.

“Oh, it feels so good,” he pants out, because the pleasure isn’t exactly the same as in his usual body, but now he’s so little and Obi-Wan’s cock is so big that the pressure of it is enough to make Klaus feel like he’s being touched everywhere, like Obi-Wan is pressing up against every inch of him. “You know how much I like to be full, sweetheart. It feels like you’re everywhere.”

His voice is low and dreamy, and he clenches down around Obi-Wan experimentally, shivering and moaning as he rocks his hips a little.

“Mm, I’m so tight, aren’t I?” Klaus asks with a grin, lifting his head to look Obi-Wan in the eye. He looks almost dazed, overwhelmed by the feeling of Klaus around his cock, and Klaus continues in a low, seductive tone as he cups one of his tits, squeezing at his nipple and tugging, partly for him and also to put on a show. “Do you want to fuck me hard, darling? I can see it in your face. You can, sweetheart. I want you to do whatever you’d like to do.”

Obi-Wan rather hopes Klaus doesn't expect an answer to such a question, because he's certainly not capable of finding his voice in order to give it. All this, the ways in which they still connect after all the time they've been together, it comes to no surprise to Obi-Wan, who feels things deeply and connects with people in a rather intense manner even at the slightest interaction.

Sometimes, though, he suspects it's a surprise to Klaus. He endeavours to keep surprising Klaus, for as long as he's allowed.

With a faint flicker of a grin beneath his moustache, Obi-Wan lets his hips roll. It isn't quite a snap, still wanting to let Klaus's body adjust, but it's hardly a gentle thrust to test the waters. Klaus's words had been his permission and Obi-Wan takes what he says at face value. His hips roll again, a little harder, and he gasps, a shudder of pleasure running through him.

Obi-Wan doesn't answer, but Klaus hadn't really expected him to. He's usually the more vocal one during sex. He likes being filthy and he likes how Obi-Wan's face looks when he says dirty things, but all words are driven from his mind as Obi-Wan thrusts into him again and again. As familiar as he is with having Obi-Wan inside of him, this feels like something entirely new, and his cunt pulses as that delightful pressure spreads outward/

"Obi-Wan," he gasps out, throwing his arms over his head and arching his back. The vibrator rolls off of his chest to land on the bed next to him, and he twists one hand in the sheets as he reaches down to press the other between his legs. His fingers drag over his clit and he lets out a startled whimper, hips jerking at the sharp jolt of pleasure that goes through him. "Oh, fuck. We really should have set up the camera."

He laughs happily and rocks back against Obi-Wan's thrusts, breath hitching every time his cock bottoms out so deep inside of Klaus's body.

The words about the camera startle a laugh out of Obi-Wan, even as he thrusts into Klaus again, holding one of his thighs as he reaches for the vibrating toy with the other. It’s not an entirely unfamiliar device, though not something he’s used open. He knows well enough what Klaus wants to do with it now.

These things they’re doing together, they’re not things that would have occurred to Obi-Wan when he was in a similar body. He’s left wondering now how it feels.

“Do you want this?” he asks in a rough voice, lifting the vibrator and dragging the tip of it down Klaus’s stomach. At the same time, he manages a particularly well angled thrust and he shivers, breathing harder. Sweat is beaded on his skin, but he holds himself back, waiting for that answer.

“Oh, fuck.” The question makes him quiver, squeezing down hard around Obi-Wan’s cock as he gives him a jerky nod. Klaus has always been something of a size queen, and he finds himself nearly overwhelmed at the thought of being so full.

“Yes, yes. I want it,” Klaus pants out, whimpering and then letting out a sharp cry as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard. “Use your fingers first. I want you to feel yourself. Feel how full you make me.”

Before Obi-Wan can do so, Klaus slides two of his own fingers into his cunt, mewling quietly at the sensation. Obi-Wan keeps fucking and Klaus tips his fingers down against the narrow divide, gasping as he feels Obi-Wan’s cock slide into him from within.

He already feels half out of his mind with lust and he wants to be reduced to rubble, used up and pushed to the limits of what this body can do, because he knows that Obi-Wan will be there to take care of him later, bringing him back to himself with warmth and tenderness.

But that’s later. For now, he wants this— Obi-Wan in every hole, every open space, pinning him down and fucking him so hard that all he can do is take it.

“Are you going to make me beg, master?” Klaus asks with a wicked grin, sliding his fingers free and reaching up to put them in Obi-Wan’s mouth instead, rubbing the taste of himself into his lover’s tongue.

Without hesitation, Obi-Wan’s lips part for Klaus’s fingers, sucking them gently as he tastes Klaus there. He gives a low moan that rumbles in his chest and then presses his fingers inside of Klaus. He’s warm and wet and Obi-Wan can feel himself, just as Klaus had said. He rolls his hips and uses his fingers at the same time, more exploratory than anything as he learns all the different ways he can make Klaus feel amazing in this body.

When he withdraws his fingers and reaches for the vibrating toy with the other hand, he presses his own fingers against Klaus’s lips. It takes a bit of doing, a bit of dexterity, but he’s a Jedi, after all, and Obi-Wan manages to turn on the toy, pressing the vibrating bit against Klaus’s clit at the same time as he pushes his fingers into Klaus’s mouth.

“I’m not sure you can beg with your mouth full,” he teases in a rough voice.

When Obi-Wan’s fingers press into his cunt, Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan and rocks his hips back against all that pressure, all that wonderful fullness. They’re gone too soon and it’s only the sight of Obi-Wan picking up the toy that keeps him from audibly protesting.

Obi-Wan’s slick fingers touch his mouth and before Klaus can do anything about it, there’s a strong buzz against his clit and Obi-Wan’s fingers are pressing almost roughly between his lips, sliding toward the back of his tongue. That, coupled with the words, makes Klaus’s eyes go wide with slight surprise and he stiffens, moaning around Obi-Wan’s fingers as he’s suddenly swept away by another orgasm. It’s wet and messy, slicking the insides of his thighs as he trembles, and he reaches up to grab at Obi-Wan’s wrist to hold him there, fingers pressed to Klaus’s tongue.

This is exactly what he wanted. This sweet angel of a man is making Klaus feel a little dirty, a little used, and that makes him shiver with delight. He likes that feeling sometimes, especially when he knows that it isn’t real. After this, Obi-Wan will take care of him and make him feel loved, which was something that was always missing when Klaus sought this out before.

Even as his body twitches through aftershocks, Klaus holds Obi-Wan’s wrist tightly, nearly choking himself on the man’s fingers as he rocks his hips. The toy is still there, vibrating against a spot that makes his eyes nearly roll back into his head, and he nods at Obi-Wan to let him know that he’s ready, that he wants it, that he’s perfect, that he’s everything Klaus has ever wanted.

“Please, master,” he murmurs around Obi-Wan’s fingers, chest heaving and glistening with sweat as he stares up at Obi-Wan with dark, pleading eyes.

It still startles him a little, the way Klaus's body responds, how wonderfully reactive he is, and he watches, barely moving at all, as he comes. It's like a work of art and Obi-Wan doesn't want to miss a single moment of it. He lets Klaus take control, despite their positions, lets Klaus do exactly what he wants, take what he needs, and he simply watches in awe, wondering at the beauty of it all.

The galaxy is full of incredible things so many people will never understand and he is truly lucky this is one of the moments he's able to experience.

"Yes," he murmurs, awestruck, pulling his fingers free from Klaus's mouth so he can properly focus below. He shifts the toy back, dragging that buzzing tip along Klaus's skin before he presses it inside of him. A startled sounding gasp slips free from Obi-Wan, because for some reason, he hadn't expected the way he, too, can feel the vibrations from the toy.

"Stars, Klaus," he breathes, coordinating both the toy and his own hips, thrusting deeper inside of him with both.

Obi-Wan’s fingers slide out of his mouth and Klaus nips at the tip of them, tasting himself on his lips, and then the toy is sliding into him with one smooth thrust, filling him so completely. Klaus lets out a startled cry, hips jerking almost violently as his body tries to curl in on itself.

It’s almost too much, the pleasure building up to a fever pitch, but Klaus leans into it instead of shying away, breathing in deep and arching his back as Obi-Wan fucks him. The toy buzzes inside of him, stretching him open, while Obi-Wan’s cock does the same. It’s an obscenely good feeling, being so full, and Klaus grabs at his tits as he lets out another loud cry. The neighbors might be getting an earful, but Klaus can’t stay quiet, not for this.

He presses himself up onto his elbows so he can watch, eyes wide as the toy sinks into him again and again. His hips and thighs are wet with his own come and Klaus draws his knees up, whimpering as the toy drives in deep again. It feels like one long orgasm, each thrust something like euphoria, and Klaus lets his head fall back, chest heaving.

And then Obi-Wan angles the toy just a little, driving it in hard right against that magical spot deep in his cunt, and Klaus thinks he might have screamed. He isn’t thinking much at all, too consumed by the pleasure to do anything but feel it, and that’s exactly what he wanted, that empty-headed buzz. It’s chaotic and peaceful all at once, and Klaus lets out another guttural cry as he falls back against the bed again, trembling all over.

In truth, Obi-Wan hasn't known what to expect, he's thought nothing at all about what might happen, only that he wants to make Klaus feel good. But the sounds Klaus is making are unlike anything else he's heard, even in all their times together, and he feels stunned, deeply aroused, utterly lost in this moment.

Klaus's body clenches around him and it's entirely different than it usually is, enough that Obi-Wan lets out a low, guttural sounding moan. The toy is almost forgotten, still buzzing inside of Klaus, and Obi-Wan's fingers twist in the blanket on one side of Klaus's body.

His head drops, lips dragging across Klaus's stomach as he finally comes, spilling inside of him. He moans, teeth pressing into Klaus's skin, his hips jerking forward one final time.

Obi-Wan curls over him, pinning Klaus down and fucking into him, pressing the toy in deep with every thrust of his hips. He comes, cock pulsing inside of Klaus's body, and then goes still. Klaus is as full as he's ever been, pinned between Obi-Wan's cock and the toy, and the persistent buzz against that spot inside of him overtakes him again, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through him as his legs shake.

It drags on and on and Klaus's eyes roll back a little, chest heaving as he grabs at Obo-Wan's shoulders to try and push him back because now it's too much. He's gone as far as he can go and he whimpers as he reaches behind them to turn off the toy, sliding it out of his body even as his trembling legs tighten to keep Obi-Wan there.

"Holy shit," Klaus pants out, laughing breathlessly as he drops the toy on the bed and puts his hands on his forehead, still twitching a little as aftershocks roll through him. "Consider that record well smashed, Obi."

After such a rousing night of passionately intense sex, it’s no wonder that Klaus sleeps like a rock. The sun is high in the sky by the time he finally wakes up, so it isn’t much of a surprise when he flings his arm out to the side and finds the other side of the bed cold.

He sits up with a groan and stretches his arms up over his head, smacking his lips as he looks around the room and waits for his brain to finish booting up. His hands go to his face, rubbing at his eyes and patting his cheeks, and he freezes when he realizes that he feels stubble and facial hair.

Immediately, he tosses the covers off of himself and looks down to see his body, his body, with its flat chest and skinny thighs dusted with hair. And his cock!

“Oh, I missed you, you beautiful bastard,” he says to it, and then scrambles out of bed. He falls down instantly and then hops up to grab Obi-Wan’s robe from the hook behind the door, pulling it on as he trots down the hall. As expected, Obi-Wan is sitting on his meditation cushions, and thankfully he appears to be reading and not lost in thought.

“Obi!” He calls out, jumping onto the cushions in front of him and pulling the robe open to flash him. “Look who’s back!”

That morning, upon waking, Obi-Wan had found himself beside the familiar body of the man he’s come to love. But he knows Klaus prefers sleeping in even at his most rested and so Obi-Wan had let him sleep longer, tucking the blankets around him and going about his morning.

It shouldn’t surprise him at all, the gleeful way Klaus greets his return to his regular body, but it still makes Obi-Wan smile beneath his moustache, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Well, it’s very good to see you,” he says, assessing Klaus’s body, as that is what it seems Klaus wants from him. “Welcome back.”

Obi-Wan smiles but he doesn't seem at all surprised, which means only one thing.

"You already knew?" Klaus asks, laughing as he playfully kicks the book from Obi-Wan's hands and steps closer, feet resting just in front of Obi-Wan's crossed legs as he looks down at the man. It's a very beautiful view, those blue eyes looking up the length of him.

"And you didn't wake me up?" He laughs again and lets go of the robe, letting it fall open, spilling over one shoulder and pooling in the crook of his arm. "I'm not sure whether to find it sweet or be offended."

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"Oh, I thought you needed the rest after last night," Obi-Wan answers and somehow he manages to speak it without looking smug. Instead he follows the arc of his book through the air with a faint look of consternation after Klaus kicks it from his hands.

"But I see now how wrong I was," he continues, looking back up at Klaus. A playful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, though he presses it back. "Clearly you're full of energy this morning."

"Oh, I see. You're very proud of yourself," Klaus says as he straddles Obi-Wan's thighs and sinks down to sit in his lap, pulling the robe back so that it doesn't get stuck underneath him.

Klaus's hands go to either side of Obi-Wan's face and he thumbs at the corners of that beautiful smile, huffing out an amused breath as he stares at the face of the man that he loves.

"Wore me out like that and didn't even bring me breakfast in bed," he admonishes playfully, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as if he's disappointed, as if Obi-Wan could ever disappoint him. "What are we to do about your lack of manners, Kenobi?"

"Lack of manners?" Obi-Wan asks in return, slipping his hands beneath the robe, letting them come to rest on Klaus's hips. "After letting you sleep in? I'm offended."

His smile says otherwise, warm and amused, his eyes crinkled at the corners. Klaus is such a wonderful part of his life, funny and kind, always able to make him smile and feel as if he belongs to something special. He knows he's lucky.

"But I suppose you must do what you must," he continues, heaving a sigh. "And I'll agree to whatever punishment you see fit."

Sometimes Klaus thinks that these lazy mornings might be his favorite part.

It's not as if he and his past lovers were never around each other in the morning. Sometimes it was awkward, but more often it was cordial because he often went after other people who were looking for the same thing. Sometimes there would even be another quick fuck or a shared breakfast before they parted ways, but it was never this.

Klaus knows how Obi-Wan likes his tea. He knows what his bare feet look like against the kitchen floor when they're half-covered by sweats that are too long for him. He knows what Obi-Wan tastes like in the sunlight, happy and warm with sleep. It's intimate in a way he'd never known before this man.

He puts his hands on Obi-Wan's where they're resting on his hips, smiling at the playful tone and the well-acted sigh. Klaus takes Obi-Wan's hands and lifts them over his head before suddenly rocking him back against the cushions, looming over him with a sly grin as he pins Obi-Wan's hands above his head.

"Mm, I've got an idea," Klaus teases, leaning in to kiss him softly, smiling against his mouth. "I'm thinking a little time on your back might set you straight."

When Klaus pushes him back, Obi-Wan goes willingly, letting Klaus move his hands and pin them over his head. He smiles up at him, loving the way Klaus’s eyes light up when he’s being playful, how he smiles, how he teases. He loves the confidence Klaus has, not only in himself, but in their relationship as well. Every day they spend together only confirms this for Obi-Wan and he can see it now in Klaus’s smile.

“Ah, yes, I can see how you might think that would help,” he agrees, flexing his hands within Klaus’s grip before he allows himself to relax again. “I suppose the only thing we can do is test it out.”

As he speaks, he lifts his hips a little, pushing them into Klaus in a suggestive gesture.

"Ah, ah, ah," Klaus tuts, grinning as Obi-Wan rocks up against Klaus. It would be so easy to fuck him just like this, and it would feel so good after what feels like so long, but he thinks that he wants to take his time. "Not so fast, mister."

The robe spills over Klaus's shoulders as he slowly slides forward, shifting until he can press Obi-Wan's biceps down with his knees. He watches Obi-Wan's face the whole time, searching for signs that it hurts or it's too much, and he loves that he rarely has to ask for things anymore. He feels confident reading Obi-Wan's moods and going after what he wants accordingly, and he knows that Obi-Wan will redirect him if he feels the need to, which they both know that Klaus would never fault him for. It's trust and communication and it's healthy, which isn't something he thought he would ever say about a relationship that he was in.

With Obi-Wan's arms pinned under his knees, Klaus lets go of his hands and slowly rolls up, straightening his spine and rocking most of his weight back onto his shins. Obi-Wan looks so lovely sprawled out between Klaus's thighs, blue eyes shining and mouth pink, sunlight catching on the red in his hair and beard, hands over his head.

"You need to get my cock ready if you want me to fuck you," Klaus breathes out, and maybe his fond expression is at odds with the filth of his words, but that's them. They can be everything all at once. His hand curls around the base of his cock, half-hard and flushed at the head, and rocks his hips forward to rest it against the dip just below Obi-Wan's lower lip. "Open up, darling."

It surprises Obi-Wan a little, but it’s also deeply arousing, the way Klaus slides up his body, the way he pins Obi-Wan’s arms under his knees. A surge of want goes through him, straight down his spine to his cock, which begins to thicken within the confines of his sweatpants, and he makes a soft noise low in his throat.

This is a vulnerable position, one Obi-Wan knows many people would rebel against, but he trusts Klaus with his entire being. Klaus would never do something if Obi-Wan didn’t want it, if he asked Klaus to stop, if he simply didn’t feel interested. That’s all it would take. Along with the arousal, he feels a surge of love, too, and his lips part, feeling the silky skin of Klaus’s cock rubbing against his lower lip.

“Stars, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, looking up at Klaus, the way the sun hits his skin as it comes through the window, making him look as if he’s glowing. His lip rubs against Klaus’s cock as he speaks, a purposeful gesture perhaps, which can be seen in the light of his eyes.

Obi-Wan is obviously aroused, pinned down and grunting beneath him, and Klaus feels powerful. It’s even better knowing that it’s power freely given due to a foundation of love and trust, and he knows that he would never take advantage of it.

He’s powerful, yes, but he also understands the responsibility that comes with it, for perhaps the first time in his life.

“Thank you, darling,” Klaus breathes out, biting his lip as arousal pools low in his belly. “But that’s not what I meant when I told you to open your mouth.”

He’s playfully admonishing, smirking happily as he rubs the head of his cock against Obi-Wan’s lips before slowly pressing it between them to urge them open. He can feel the edge of Obi-Wan’s teeth against the oversensitive skin and he hisses, reaching down to slide his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair. Klaus cradles the base of his skull, helping to support his head as his other hand cups Obi-Wan’s chin, coaxing his jaw open wider so that he can sink his cock into his mouth, groaning as it slides across Obi-Wan’d tongue, feeding it to him slowly. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, look at you. You feel so good.”

Both the trust being given to him and that which he's placing in Klaus is immense and yet Obi-Wan doesn't give it a second thought. His lips part, he allows Klaus to guide him, feeling the heat of his skin as Klaus's cock sinks into his mouth. There is a real lack of control in this position, something others might balk at giving over.

Obi-Wan doesn't hesitate for a moment. The trust he has in Klaus runs deep, perhaps deeper than anywhere else.

He can't say anything to tell Klaus how good this feels, how much he likes it, he can only communicate with his eyes. Locking them on Klaus's, he makes a sound low in his throat, one that rumbles in his chest and vibrates over Klaus's skin, telling him this is good.

Klaus has a very long and storied history with sex. He's done things that most people couldn't even imagine with more people than he could ever begin to count, but this right here is one of the hottest things that he's ever seen in his entire life. No question.

He grunts as he rocks his hips slowly, fucking Obi-Wan's mouth with shallow, careful thrusts. His eyes are so blue, dark with arousal and it's so clear that he's shamelessly enjoying himself. Most people would find it hard to give up control like this, especially someone with a history like Obi-Wan's, and that makes it so much hotter that Obi-Wan is not only indulging him, but loving every second of it.

"That's perfect, darling. God, you're so beautiful," Klaus gasps out, fingers tightening in Obi-Wan's hair. It goes on for a long time, until Klaus is about to come, and then he slides back until his cock slips free, reaching down to drag the pad of his thumb across Obi-Wan's swollen lips.

"I can't get enough of your mouth." And that's why he shifts himself forward, pressing his knees into the floor on either side of Obi-Wan's head and keeping his arms pinned down with his shins. Now he's straddling Obi-Wan's face, thighs spread wide to put his hole just over the man's lips. He curls his thumb around the base of his cock and palms at his balls, lifting them out of the way. "I want it here, too, and then I'll fuck you just like you want. I promise."

It takes Obi-Wan mere seconds to understand what Klaus is looking for and he lifts his head even before Klaus is done speaking. His tongue comes out, dragging across the ring of muscle, his nose pressed against the underside of Klaus's balls, and Obi-Wan breathes deep, another shiver going through his body.

He wishes he could touch Klaus. Grasp him by the hips, pull him down against his face, but Klaus still has him pinned and so Obi-Wan merely flexes his hands and then relaxes them again as he uses his tongue and his lips as best he can. Klaus's skin is still hot beneath his mouth and he moans breathlessly, lapping at Klaus's hole, pressing his tongue inside for a moment and then focusing on that first ring of muscle again, paying as much attention to him as he can stand.

He pulls back to take a breath, but it's only a moment before he turns, face pressed against Klaus, his tongue fucking into him with enjoyment.

"Fucking hell," Klaus gasps out, because while he wasn't exactly expecting resistance, the enthusiasm him surprises him a little. Obi-Wan's face is pressed to the most intimate, sensitive part of him, breathing him in and licking like there is nowhere else he'd rather be, and Klaus lets out a strangled groan as he leans forward to brace one hand on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight as Obi-Wan's tongue presses up into the core of him.

He can tell that Obi-Wan wants his arms free and Klaus wants to see what he'll do with them more than he wants to continue any little power games, so he shifts one leg up and then the other, allowing Obi-Wan to move his arms away from where they've been pinned.

"Don't stop," Klaus gasps out, whimpering as Obi-Wan's beard drags against sensitive skin. He tosses his head back and rocks down against Obi-Wan's face, careful not to smother him even as pleasure surges through him, making him feel a little wild. "Fuck, baby, please don't stop. That's perfect, you're perfect."

With his arms released, Obi-Wan lifts them both, curling them around Klaus and gripping his ass. His fingers press into muscle, into skin, and he uses his leverage to drag Klaus tight against his mouth, to the point where he can barely breathe. He doesn't care. He'll breathe when necessary, but right now, he holds Klaus tight against him, licking and sucking whatever skin and muscle he can reach.

There's something about Klaus that can simply undo Obi-Wan, some part of him that he was taught to keep under wraps. Not out of shame, simply because there were more important things to focus on, and yet now, here in Darrow, with Klaus, he can be every part of himself. Including this one.

He groans against Klaus's ass, then pulls back just slightly to take a breath, using the time to drag his nose and then his tongue against the underside of Klaus's balls.

Klaus loves sex. Pretty much everyone he’s every met can tell within moments of meeting him just how much he loves sex. It’s one of his favorite ways to express himself. Favorite way to exercise, to relieve stress, to get to know someone. He thought that he knew everything that there was to know about sex.

He had no idea that it could be like this.

The passion that he and Obi-Wan share never fizzled out like a spent firework like Klaus had thought it might. That’s how it always goes, with very rare exceptions, but not with him. So long they’ve been doing this now. He’s had sex with Obi-Wan more than he’s ever slept with anyone else by a very, very wide margin. And it’s still this good. Not only that, it keeps getting better. He had no idea it was possible.

He’s writhing against Obi-Wan’s face shamelessly, crying out against the onslaught as he clutches at the windowsill. The city stretches out before him, but all that matters is what’s in this room, and who he’s with.

He’s so close to coming, dangerously close, so he slides down Obi-Wan’s body to lean over him on his hands and knees, leaning down to give him a hungry kiss, licking and sucking the taste of himself from Obi-Wan’s mouth. He bites at Obi-Wan’s lips as he feels around under the pillows, fingers closing around the lube that he’d left there.

“Turn around,” Klaus urges, panting as he helps Obi-Wan turn over onto his stomach and then getting lube on his fingers. He feels half-dazed, overwhelmed by the desire he feels, and he bites hard at the top of Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he presses a slick finger inside of him, quickly working to prep him.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he finds himself saying, nipping at Obi-Wan’s freckled skin as he adds another finger. “Maybe I’ll put that plug in you after. Keep you wet and ready for me all day. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

It takes mere moments to get undressed, his t-shirt slipped over his head, the soft sweatpants he likes to wear around the apartment shimmied out of and discarded. Obi-Wan does this all while turning over, seeing little reason to play coy or pretend this isn't something he wants terribly. Being with Klaus is a gift, a chance at a life he thought beyond his grasp.

A life he had almost given up being a Jedi for and would have, had she asked.

But now other choices have been made for him, written in history, and in his appearance in Darrow. And so they all get to have lives they wouldn't have thought. Much of Obi-Wan's is right here, wrapped up in this man.

"You're full of naughty ideas, aren't you?" he asks with a gasp, the last word breaking as Klaus's fingers push inside of him. He can feel Klaus's teeth against his skin, too, and he groans with pleasure, pushing back against his fingers.

"That doesn't sound like a complaint," Klaus says with a low chuckle, sliding one hand down Obi-Wan's bare back as he fingers him with the other, pumping them in and out a few more times before suddenly pressing in against his prostate. He holds them there for a moment and then slides them free so he can shrug out of the robe and toss it aside.

"Get up on your knees for me, darling," he says as he grabs Obi-Wan's hips and urges him up, letting out a shuddering breath as Obi-Wan's ass tips up, thighs parted to reveal the slick curl of muscle between his cheeks. The sight makes him feel an almost desperate rush of desire, so he stops wasting time and grabs his cock, slicking it with one stroke as he positions himself up on his knees behind Obi-Wan.

Klaus puts one hand on Obi-Wan's lower back to hold him in place as he presses the head of his cock against Obi-Wan's hole and presses inside of him with one quick, smooth thrust, bottoming out and grabbing Obi-Wan's hips as he tips his head back with a low moan.

In moments like this, Obi-Wan wishes he could properly see Klaus. Even without looking over his shoulder, he can imagine how beautiful he is, the way his skin glows in the sunlight, sweat lightly sheening his chest. The way his curls fall against his shoulders. It makes him tremble, simply thinking of how beautiful Klaus must look in this moment.

"Klaus," he says on an exhale, his name spoken with reverence. Obi-Wan feels utterly full, Klaus's cock inside of him, and he moans breathlessly and rocks back against him. "Please."

It already feels so good. He feels so utterly connected to Klaus, so loved and so in love. Yet every day it gets better, it feels like something more that builds and builds between them.

Klaus knows that Obi-Wan usually prefers to look at him while they fuck, but there’s something wonderful about doing it like this, pressed close with Klaus’s chest against Obi-Wan’s back, with Klaus’s precious dog tags pressed between their bodies.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Klaus murmurs, sliding his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair to pull it away from the nape of his neck. “I just want you to feel it, my darling. Let me take care of you.”

He positions himself to one side, resting most of his weight on an elbow and knee as he draws his cock out nearly all the way and then plunges it in again, letting Obi-Wan feel the entire length of it each time. Slow pull back, hard punch forward, over and over again as Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan against the side of Obi-Wan’s neck.

In this moment, Klaus surprises himself by feeling a little possessive. It’s a fleeting thing brought on by the passion of the moment, but he can’t help the thought.

Mine, he thinks. This is all mine.

Obi-Wan isn’t sleeping with anyone else but if he wanted to, Klaus wouldn’t really mind. Sex is just sex until it’s this, until it’s lovemaking, two bodies so connected that they might as well be one. Obi-Wan can fuck whoever he wants, but Klaus is the only one that gets to have this.

“You feel so good,” Klaus whispers against Obi-Wan’s ear, pulling back until just the head of his cock remains in Obi’s body. He stays there for a long moment just to tease him, and the thrusts his hips forward again, sinking in deep as he can and grinding his hips against Obi-Wan’s ass. “I love you, Obi. Fuck, I love you so much. I wanna spend all day inside of you.”

Having Klaus pressed so close to him feels amazing, their bodies moving as one, and he lets Klaus have control. He sets the pace, moves their hips, takes over, and Obi-Wan simply moves with him, follows his lead. His hands are braced on the floor, his knees pressed into the cushions, and his head rolls to one side as Klaus's fingers twine in his hair.

A gasp slips from between his lips when Klaus pulls out so slowly, making it last, then snaps forward again. He's doing it on purpose, making sure Obi-Wan knows it, and he can't help but laugh as well, the sound rough and pleased. They know each other so well, better than anyone in this city, he thinks, and all this, that knowledge, it's sacred between them.

"I love you," he breathes, pressing back against Klaus, meeting each thrust. "I love you terribly, Klaus."

It's only after Klaus heard those words that he realized just how desperate he was for them. He was so afraid of getting hurt that he pushed people away, put up walls, but all he ever wanted was this, to be loved and accepted for who he is. Flaws and all. Obi-Wan sees him and that's a terrifying thing, but it's also so wonderful to be known.

Klaus moans and plasters himself against Obi-Wan's back, wrapping an arm around his middle as he rolls them onto their sides without breaking their connection. Their bodies stretch out on their sides along the cushions, legs tangling, and Klaus puts a hand between Obi-Wan's thighs grab under his knee.

"Put your leg up like this," Klaus murmurs as he rests Obi-Wan's thigh on top of his own, opening him up so Klaus can continue to roll his hips, this time with shallower, more steady thrusts. One arm slides Obi-Wan's neck to curl around the front of his shoulders, and his other hand slides down Obi-Wan's chest and stomach to curl around his cock, not stroking but just holding to feet the heat and weight of it in his palm.

"Does that mean that I can stay inside of you all day?" Klaus teases in a low, fond voice, lips brushing Obi-Wan's ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell of it. He's clutching at Obi-Wan as he fucks him, holding tight to the most precious thing that's ever been his. "There's nowhere else I would rather be, sweetheart, than right here with you."

"You don't think you would get bored eventually?" Obi-Wan asks, breathlessly teasing as he tips his head back to allow Klaus better access to his ear, his throat, anywhere he likes. Being held like this is a rare thing, wrapped up in Klaus's arms, not because they don't often spend time wrapped around one another, but at this moment it's entirely Obi-Wan within the circle of Klaus's arms. He has no real control over how they move, how Klaus chooses to hold him, and he feels, in an unfamiliar way, taken care of.

"Or hungry?" he asks, still managing to tease, even though his entire body feels as if it's alight with pleasure. Klaus's long fingers are wrapped around his cock, and it feels delicious, just that pressure, combined with the sensation of being so utterly full.

He, too, could stay here all day, he thinks. Obi-Wan tilts his head again, twists slightly, nuzzles his nose until the curve of Klaus's throat as he moans softly.

“If I ever get bored while inside you, just put me out to pasture because I’m done,” Klaus teases, nuzzling behind Obi-Wan’s ear as he slowly rocks his hips. Klaus isn’t good at being still, but this is an exception. When he’s with Obi-Wan like this, there is nowhere else in the world that he’d rather be.

“I’ll feed you with my fingers,” he continues to tease breathlessly, because he knows that they’ll have to part eventually for essential things, but he loves the thought of staying inside of him for as long as possible, utterly content and whole in the light of this sunbeam.

Obi-Wan seems to enjoy being held like this, tight against Klaus’s chest, so he vows to have more sleepy mornings like this. He’ll try harder to get up before him sometimes, to bring him breakfast and fuck him awake, because Obi-Wan deserves to be taken care of just as much as he takes care of Klaus.

Obi-Wan twists and Klaus lets one hand glide up his chest to loosely cover his throat, holding him there with his palm resting against Obi-Wan’s pulse. His other hand gives Obi-Wan’s cock another squeeze and then lets go only long enough to lift his hand and spit in his palm before returning it, stroking in time with the slow, deep thrusts of his cock.

“Maybe I’ll see how long I can keep you here like this,” he murmurs in Obi-Wan’s ear, nipping playfully at the lobe of it before grunting softly. “Really draw it out.”

"What wonderful torture," Obi-Wan murmurs, still surprised some days by how much they can accomplish together. Klaus can make him feel utterly undone, as if he can't possibly wait another moment to touch him or kiss him, to feel his skin beneath his fingertips. And yet they can have moments like this, too, where Obi-Wan feels as if he's just barely moving, Klaus inside of him, each stroke and thrust slow and measured and wonderfully loving.

It's all loving, he knows. And he is so very lucky.

"You could probably get me to tell you anything like this," he says, his breath hitching with another thrust of Klaus's cock deep inside of him. "You would be able to take down the entire Jedi Council if you were to get me alone in a room and simply touch me."

But Klaus is too good a person to ever want such a thing. He is too good to ever think such a thing and this is why Obi-Wan can say it at all, knowing Klaus would never use what exists between them to take advantage of anything.

"Mm, there's a fun image," he murmurs with a chuckle, because he can easily imagine the two of them playing with such a scenario, but it would be all pretend. Klaus hasn't been a very good person in the past. He's screwed over people he cared about, made selfish and impulsive decisions without taking a moment to think about how they might affect anyone else.

He'd like to think that he's a better person now. Now great, but better, and part of the reason is reconnecting with his siblings but also because of the man currently in his arms. He would never do anything to put Obi-Wan in danger, and he certainly would never use sex with him as a weapon. It's far too precious for that. All that aside, it is fun to pretend.

"You're saying that I could fuck all the secrets out of you, Kenobi?" he says in a low purr of a voice, right against Obi-Wan's ear. The arm under Obi-Wan's head curls up to cross over his chest, pulling him in tighter against Klaus's body as his hips rock backward only to snap forward again. "I must be very powerful indeed."

"I'm saying I'm a bit of a lost cause when it comes to you," Obi-Wan answers with a laugh that's cut short as Klaus's hips snap forward, his cock buried inside of him. He inhales sharply, shuddering into the sensation, more than happy to enjoy every single second of this wonderful time.

While he had thoroughly enjoyed every moment of Klaus in a very different body, he can't deny he missed Klaus just like this.

"But yes," he agrees breathlessly. "You are terribly powerful. Only a fool would deny such a thing." And not only because Klaus is so beautiful, so absolutely desirable. He is a powerful, wonderful person and Obi-Wan is truly lucky.

"You are not alone in that, babe," Klaus assures him, letting out a helpless chuckle as he nuzzles just below Obi-Wan's ear. He tried to resist what this was, tried to convince himself that he didn't want it because he was too afraid to lose it, but Obi-Wan took apart that wall brick by patient brick and buried himself inside of Klaus's heart. He lives there now, and Klaus wouldn't want it any other way.

He kisses Obi-Wan's neck and then the top of his shoulder before slowly pulling out of him, wanting too badly to see his face. After putting a pillow down, he shifts their bodies until Obi-Wan is on his back with Klaus between his legs, leaning over him a fond smile.

"That's better," he sighs out, groaning as he guides his cock back into Obi-Wan's body. He puts one hand on Obi-Wan's thigh and plants the other into the cushion next to his shoulder, hair tumbling down to almost create a curtain around their faces, foreheads nearly touching as he starts to roll his hips again. "Hello there."

"Hello," Obi-Wan answers with a low laugh, slipping his arms around Klaus, his palms sliding along Klaus's back. While there isn't a moment of being with Klaus he doesn't enjoy, he does have to admit these moments are his favourite, the ones when they're connected so completely, when they can look each other in the eye. Klaus is so close, their foreheads nearly touching, his hair sweeping along Obi-Wan's shoulders, and he smiles and presses up away from the cushions to kiss Klaus once, soft and sweet.

One hand moves up, sliding along Klaus's spine and up the back of his neck to hold on. The other roves down, slipping over the curve of his ass to pull him close, and Obi-Wan's calf hooks around the back of Klaus's thigh.

"This is better," he agrees, breath catching in his throat as Klaus's cock sinks deeper inside. "Stars, Klaus, so much better. I love being able to look at you."

"I do love being looked at," he jokes, but his tone is unmistakably fond. Before Obi-Wan, he had sex in pretty much every position there is (and even a few he made up on the spot), but missionary was sort of a rarity. He thought it was too boring, but now he thinks that it was maybe too intimate.

It's eye contact and sharing breath, and Klaus feels like Obi-Wan is not only looking at him but into him, like he can see everything. Which would be terrifying except Obi-Wan likes what he sees, for some unearthly reason, and Klaus is so grateful that he could cry.

"You're so beautiful," Klaus murmurs as he reaches up to cup the side of Obi-Wan's face, mouth falling open on a moan as he rocks his hips a little faster than before. "I can't believe I found you."

"I'm so glad you did," Obi-Wan answers, though his lips part, mouth falling open as Klaus's hips move and he's deeper still, thrusting a bit quicker. Words escape Obi-Wan now, at least for the moment, and he just allows himself to sink into the sensation of the moment.

He's here, wrapped up in this man he loves, in a world without war. Life will never be perfect, Obi-Wan has no such expectations, but as far as his future goes, this is much better than he had ever imagined himself having. There is peace in Darrow. There is family and there is love. More love than he thinks he's ever known before and so much of that is because of this man right here.

"Please," he murmurs without knowing what he's asking for. More, he thinks, just more. Of everything Klaus is willing to give.

Obi-Wan asks, and Klaus is helpless against it, so he plants his palm more securely into the cushion and adjusts the angle of his hips so he can change the pace. He fucks Obi-Wan a little faster, striking his prostate with each thrust, and reaches between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Obi-Wan's cock.

"I want you to come for me, darling," Klaus purrs out, stroking in time with his thrusts. He stares down at Obi-Wan, awed by the open pleasure on his face. Normally, Obi-Wan is so composed. He keeps his cool in nearly any situation, but Klaus has the power to fuck that out of him. His face is as naked as the rest of him, contorted in pleasure, and Klaus is entranced. "You're so beautiful when you come."

"Stars, I love you," Obi-Wan answers on a heavy exhale, although it isn't as if Klaus has asked him a question. It's only that Klaus speaks, he touches Obi-Wan, he merely exists, and Obi-Wan feels his chest expanding to fit more love, more care for a universe that allowed such a man to be born, to flourish, to have found him.

After infinite sadness, this is where he is.

Klaus's thrusts and strokes are both sure and quick and still loving. It doesn't take long before Obi-Wan's breath comes quicker, his muscles grow tighter, he can feel his balls drawing closer, his entire body coiled like a spring about to snap.

When his orgasm rolls over him, Obi-Wan groans, his hands grasping at Klaus, trying to touch, to hold him close. He comes on Klaus's hand, on himself, his stomach and his chest, and he knows he'll need to shower sooner rather than later, get that out of his chest hair, but right now all he can think of is how wonderful he feels.

“I love you, too,” Klaus gasps out just in time for Obi-Wan to come, body trembling through an intense orgasm. He fucks Obi-Wan through it, grunting as he ducks his head down to lick up a salty drop of come from Obi-Wan’s collarbone.

His thrusts go a little more erratic, and he fucks into Obi-Wan a few more times before his own orgasm overtakes him and he comes with a shout, hips jerking as he empties himself deep into Obi-Wan’s body.

He gasps against Obi-Wan’s jaw and grabs his chin, turning his head so he can kiss him again, deep and passionate as he relaxes against Obi-Wan’s body, in no hurry to leave.

Utterly worn out, all Obi-Wan can do is wrap his arms around Klaus and kiss him in return. They'll need to get up at some point, clean themselves, get dressed again, but he doesn't want to move now. At this moment, all he wants is to stay right here with Klaus's weight upon him, their bodies pressed together.

He smiles against Klaus's mouth, then kisses him again, his hands stroking down the length of his back.

"Well, that was a lovely return to normal," he teases with a soft laugh.

"I'll say," he replies with a laugh of his own, kissing Obi-Wan again, on the mouth and his chin and then the side of his neck. He blows a raspberry against his skin just because he can, and then gently eases out of him and rolls over onto his back next to him on the cushions, arms flung out to the side.

"It feels like you just threw my cock a ticker tape parade," he pants out, laughing again as he reaches up to push his sweaty hair back from his face. "Woo hoo, our boys are home from the war!"

(for obi-wan)

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