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.”
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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.”