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.