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These days, Klaus seems to spend more nights at Obi-Wan's than he does at home. Sometimes he feels a little bad about it, but it's fleeting. It's still hard to leave his room and see Ben's empty across the hall, sitting just as he left it like some shrine.

Same with Allison's. Almost all of them were there, and they were bonding and they were happy, he thinks. As happy as a group of Hargreeves children could be, anyway. Now they're slowly disappearing and when Klaus is home, he just gets this sinking feeling. Who's next?

He doesn't get that at Obi-Wan's. Yes, there is a part of him that's terrified that one day he'll wake up and Obi-Wan will just be gone, like Ben and like Allison, but he tries not to think about it. There are no bad thoughts associated with Obi-Wan's apartment, which was once sparse and a little bland, but now is looking livelier. Obi-Wan lets him bring in pieces that he thinks would look good, even though he doesn't live there. Not officially, anyway. Even though more of his belongings seem to be migrating over, and he just buys two of all of his toiletries and make up now, one for each place.

Some people might find it difficult to migrate back and forth, but not Klaus. Back home, he was always on the move, always heading out on some new adventure. But living out of overnight bags and heading back and forth across the city provides a little satisfaction to the part of him that's unable to give into his wanderlust. He isn't really settled in any one place and, for now at least, that's how he likes it.

Staying over at Obi-Wan's is always a good time, because he gets put to bed with good sex and usually wakes up with more of it, or at least coffee and breakfast. Obi-Wan spoils him, but Klaus likes being spoiled, so he never tries to dissuade him.

This morning, Klaus is asleep on his back, face turned away from the light filtering in from the curtains. His chest is bare even though the room is a little chilly, and the blankets are pushed down to his hips, hair tossed across the pillow.

He wakes up just a little, breathing in deeply before drifting off again, not waking up enough to realize that at some point in the night, his body shifted into something different, one curvier and more feminine, with full breasts and the absence of a cock between his legs.

That will certainly catch his notice later, but for now, he sleeps. it's hard work growing such wonderful tits, after all.

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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.

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