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!"
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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!"