“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?”