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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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It’s no surprise that Obi-Wan wants to take his time and be careful. Sometimes this bothers Klaus just a little, only because he’s an impatient, needy little thing who has always gone for instant gratification, regardless of the consequences.

But now, he’s already been brought to orgasm a few times, already been fucked good and hard, so this time he’s fine with drawing it out. This may be the only time that they get to do this particular act, with him in this particular body, so he wants to make it count.

Obi-Wan’s slick finger pushes into him and Klaus’s breath hitches, eyes closed as he focuses on the intrusion. It feels different in this body, and Klaus is reminded that this body is brand new. Obi-Wan is the only one who will ever touch this body like this, the only one to ever be inside of it, and Klaus finds that the realization makes him a little sentimental. If this had happened before Obi-Wan, or even in those early days, he would have been out on the town, fucking anyone and everyone. And while that does sound appealing to a certain extent, there’s something better about having someone who knows him so well that he can translate between one body and another and still make Klaus’s toes curl.

His finger starts to move in and out and it’s a different sort of pleasure, lacking the spark of fingertips dragging over his prostate, but it’s still an exquisite sort of pressure and Klaus rocks back against it, reaching over to pick up the purple vibrator and rest it on his chest in the valley of his breasts. He doesn’t turn it on yet, doesn’t try to use it on himself, but the weight of it reminds him that there’s more to come, and soon he’ll be more full than he’s ever been.

Obi-Wan’s finger drives deeper and Klaus lets out a needy whine, reaching between his legs to spread his cunt open with his fingers to give Obi-Wan an obscenely intimate view of his body, letting him watch as his muscles contract with desire.

While he takes his time, wanting to be sure he doesn’t hurt Klaus at all, Obi-Wan is still enjoying every single moment of this. He watches the way Klaus’s body moves, the tightening of muscles, the sheen of sweat on his skin. Klaus is almost shining in the low light of the room, his body moving in time with each thrust of Obi-Wan’s finger. When he feels like Klaus’s body has adjusted, he carefully adds a second, watching for a reaction.

“How does it feel?” he asks, his breathing heavy. While he can hold himself off for as long as he needs to, there is a beginning sense of impatience he can feel. One he doesn’t want to ignore. One he suspects Klaus doesn’t want him to ignore either.

His cock feels heavy between his legs, aching and warm, but he’ll still wait for Klaus to tell him he’s ready.

Klaus knows that he can't come just from fingers in his ass. In his normal body, maybe, but not this one. Still, it feels like Obi-Wan is working him towards something close, and it only gets better when he adds another finger. He's relaxed enough that it slides in easily, stretching him open, and Klaus lifts his head at the question.

"It feels wonderful, sweetheart," he murmurs, smiling wickedly at how Obi-Wan looks-- chest heaving, forehead beaded with sweat. He looks nearly overcome with lust, and Klaus loves that he can do that to a man usually so composed.

Obi-Wan's cock is straining out toward him, rock hard and dripping, and Klaus shifts his leg until he can teasingly drag his toes along the shaft, because he knows that Obi-Wan likes his feet. "I'm ready, baby. Please let me have it."

Obi-Wan will always take Klaus at his word. This far into the relationship they’ve developed, they trust one another and that trust extends to Obi-Wan expecting that Klaus will be honest with how he feels, both physically and mentally. At the moment, the physical aspect is the one most concerning him, but if Klaus says he’s ready, then Obi-Wan believes him.

Shifting back, he withdraws his fingers carefully, then reaches for the lubricant again. He slicks some over his cock, dragging the skin in a way that makes him groan, then cleans his palm as he shuffles forward on his knees.

“You’ll tell me if anything hurts,” he says, knowing Klaus will. The head of his cock nudges against Klaus’s ass and he stifles another moan before pressing inside of him just slightly. This is different than his fingers, he knows it is, he just needs to be careful and go slow, and they’ll both enjoy it much more that way.

Obi-Wan takes such good care of him, takes his time to make sure it’s good for Klaus even though he’s visibly struggling to hold himself back, and by the time the head of his thick cock is nudging against Klaus’s hole, he finds himself strangely misty eyed. Maybe it’s the lady hormones, or maybe it’s that he still finds himself surprised that it could be like this.

Klaus doesn’t remember the first time that he was fucked in the ass. He doesn’t even really remember who it was. Someone far too old for him, he thinks. Someone who had no business touching him at all back then. He doesn’t remember it, and that’s probably a blessing, because he doubts it was nice.

But this time, it’s nice. It’s a new first time, and Klaus is completely sober. Not only that, he’s in love. It’s cliched and wonderful and Klaus laughs breathlessly as Obi-Wan sinks into him, because he’s so happy.

It’s a stretch for sure, but Obi-Wan worked him open so well and Klaus is so relaxed and wants this so badly that beyond the tiniest pinch, it doesn’t hurt at all. He puts his heels on the back of Obi-Wan’s thighs to pull him in, gasping as his cock seems to just keep on going, filling him until he isn’t sure that there’s room for air in his lungs.

“Oh, it feels so good,” he pants out, because the pleasure isn’t exactly the same as in his usual body, but now he’s so little and Obi-Wan’s cock is so big that the pressure of it is enough to make Klaus feel like he’s being touched everywhere, like Obi-Wan is pressing up against every inch of him. “You know how much I like to be full, sweetheart. It feels like you’re everywhere.”

His voice is low and dreamy, and he clenches down around Obi-Wan experimentally, shivering and moaning as he rocks his hips a little.

“Mm, I’m so tight, aren’t I?” Klaus asks with a grin, lifting his head to look Obi-Wan in the eye. He looks almost dazed, overwhelmed by the feeling of Klaus around his cock, and Klaus continues in a low, seductive tone as he cups one of his tits, squeezing at his nipple and tugging, partly for him and also to put on a show. “Do you want to fuck me hard, darling? I can see it in your face. You can, sweetheart. I want you to do whatever you’d like to do.”

Obi-Wan rather hopes Klaus doesn't expect an answer to such a question, because he's certainly not capable of finding his voice in order to give it. All this, the ways in which they still connect after all the time they've been together, it comes to no surprise to Obi-Wan, who feels things deeply and connects with people in a rather intense manner even at the slightest interaction.

Sometimes, though, he suspects it's a surprise to Klaus. He endeavours to keep surprising Klaus, for as long as he's allowed.

With a faint flicker of a grin beneath his moustache, Obi-Wan lets his hips roll. It isn't quite a snap, still wanting to let Klaus's body adjust, but it's hardly a gentle thrust to test the waters. Klaus's words had been his permission and Obi-Wan takes what he says at face value. His hips roll again, a little harder, and he gasps, a shudder of pleasure running through him.

Obi-Wan doesn't answer, but Klaus hadn't really expected him to. He's usually the more vocal one during sex. He likes being filthy and he likes how Obi-Wan's face looks when he says dirty things, but all words are driven from his mind as Obi-Wan thrusts into him again and again. As familiar as he is with having Obi-Wan inside of him, this feels like something entirely new, and his cunt pulses as that delightful pressure spreads outward/

"Obi-Wan," he gasps out, throwing his arms over his head and arching his back. The vibrator rolls off of his chest to land on the bed next to him, and he twists one hand in the sheets as he reaches down to press the other between his legs. His fingers drag over his clit and he lets out a startled whimper, hips jerking at the sharp jolt of pleasure that goes through him. "Oh, fuck. We really should have set up the camera."

He laughs happily and rocks back against Obi-Wan's thrusts, breath hitching every time his cock bottoms out so deep inside of Klaus's body.

The words about the camera startle a laugh out of Obi-Wan, even as he thrusts into Klaus again, holding one of his thighs as he reaches for the vibrating toy with the other. It’s not an entirely unfamiliar device, though not something he’s used open. He knows well enough what Klaus wants to do with it now.

These things they’re doing together, they’re not things that would have occurred to Obi-Wan when he was in a similar body. He’s left wondering now how it feels.

“Do you want this?” he asks in a rough voice, lifting the vibrator and dragging the tip of it down Klaus’s stomach. At the same time, he manages a particularly well angled thrust and he shivers, breathing harder. Sweat is beaded on his skin, but he holds himself back, waiting for that answer.

“Oh, fuck.” The question makes him quiver, squeezing down hard around Obi-Wan’s cock as he gives him a jerky nod. Klaus has always been something of a size queen, and he finds himself nearly overwhelmed at the thought of being so full.

“Yes, yes. I want it,” Klaus pants out, whimpering and then letting out a sharp cry as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard. “Use your fingers first. I want you to feel yourself. Feel how full you make me.”

Before Obi-Wan can do so, Klaus slides two of his own fingers into his cunt, mewling quietly at the sensation. Obi-Wan keeps fucking and Klaus tips his fingers down against the narrow divide, gasping as he feels Obi-Wan’s cock slide into him from within.

He already feels half out of his mind with lust and he wants to be reduced to rubble, used up and pushed to the limits of what this body can do, because he knows that Obi-Wan will be there to take care of him later, bringing him back to himself with warmth and tenderness.

But that’s later. For now, he wants this— Obi-Wan in every hole, every open space, pinning him down and fucking him so hard that all he can do is take it.

“Are you going to make me beg, master?” Klaus asks with a wicked grin, sliding his fingers free and reaching up to put them in Obi-Wan’s mouth instead, rubbing the taste of himself into his lover’s tongue.

Without hesitation, Obi-Wan’s lips part for Klaus’s fingers, sucking them gently as he tastes Klaus there. He gives a low moan that rumbles in his chest and then presses his fingers inside of Klaus. He’s warm and wet and Obi-Wan can feel himself, just as Klaus had said. He rolls his hips and uses his fingers at the same time, more exploratory than anything as he learns all the different ways he can make Klaus feel amazing in this body.

When he withdraws his fingers and reaches for the vibrating toy with the other hand, he presses his own fingers against Klaus’s lips. It takes a bit of doing, a bit of dexterity, but he’s a Jedi, after all, and Obi-Wan manages to turn on the toy, pressing the vibrating bit against Klaus’s clit at the same time as he pushes his fingers into Klaus’s mouth.

“I’m not sure you can beg with your mouth full,” he teases in a rough voice.

When Obi-Wan’s fingers press into his cunt, Klaus lets out a low, drawn out moan and rocks his hips back against all that pressure, all that wonderful fullness. They’re gone too soon and it’s only the sight of Obi-Wan picking up the toy that keeps him from audibly protesting.

Obi-Wan’s slick fingers touch his mouth and before Klaus can do anything about it, there’s a strong buzz against his clit and Obi-Wan’s fingers are pressing almost roughly between his lips, sliding toward the back of his tongue. That, coupled with the words, makes Klaus’s eyes go wide with slight surprise and he stiffens, moaning around Obi-Wan’s fingers as he’s suddenly swept away by another orgasm. It’s wet and messy, slicking the insides of his thighs as he trembles, and he reaches up to grab at Obi-Wan’s wrist to hold him there, fingers pressed to Klaus’s tongue.

This is exactly what he wanted. This sweet angel of a man is making Klaus feel a little dirty, a little used, and that makes him shiver with delight. He likes that feeling sometimes, especially when he knows that it isn’t real. After this, Obi-Wan will take care of him and make him feel loved, which was something that was always missing when Klaus sought this out before.

Even as his body twitches through aftershocks, Klaus holds Obi-Wan’s wrist tightly, nearly choking himself on the man’s fingers as he rocks his hips. The toy is still there, vibrating against a spot that makes his eyes nearly roll back into his head, and he nods at Obi-Wan to let him know that he’s ready, that he wants it, that he’s perfect, that he’s everything Klaus has ever wanted.

“Please, master,” he murmurs around Obi-Wan’s fingers, chest heaving and glistening with sweat as he stares up at Obi-Wan with dark, pleading eyes.

It still startles him a little, the way Klaus's body responds, how wonderfully reactive he is, and he watches, barely moving at all, as he comes. It's like a work of art and Obi-Wan doesn't want to miss a single moment of it. He lets Klaus take control, despite their positions, lets Klaus do exactly what he wants, take what he needs, and he simply watches in awe, wondering at the beauty of it all.

The galaxy is full of incredible things so many people will never understand and he is truly lucky this is one of the moments he's able to experience.

"Yes," he murmurs, awestruck, pulling his fingers free from Klaus's mouth so he can properly focus below. He shifts the toy back, dragging that buzzing tip along Klaus's skin before he presses it inside of him. A startled sounding gasp slips free from Obi-Wan, because for some reason, he hadn't expected the way he, too, can feel the vibrations from the toy.

"Stars, Klaus," he breathes, coordinating both the toy and his own hips, thrusting deeper inside of him with both.

Obi-Wan’s fingers slide out of his mouth and Klaus nips at the tip of them, tasting himself on his lips, and then the toy is sliding into him with one smooth thrust, filling him so completely. Klaus lets out a startled cry, hips jerking almost violently as his body tries to curl in on itself.

It’s almost too much, the pleasure building up to a fever pitch, but Klaus leans into it instead of shying away, breathing in deep and arching his back as Obi-Wan fucks him. The toy buzzes inside of him, stretching him open, while Obi-Wan’s cock does the same. It’s an obscenely good feeling, being so full, and Klaus grabs at his tits as he lets out another loud cry. The neighbors might be getting an earful, but Klaus can’t stay quiet, not for this.

He presses himself up onto his elbows so he can watch, eyes wide as the toy sinks into him again and again. His hips and thighs are wet with his own come and Klaus draws his knees up, whimpering as the toy drives in deep again. It feels like one long orgasm, each thrust something like euphoria, and Klaus lets his head fall back, chest heaving.

And then Obi-Wan angles the toy just a little, driving it in hard right against that magical spot deep in his cunt, and Klaus thinks he might have screamed. He isn’t thinking much at all, too consumed by the pleasure to do anything but feel it, and that’s exactly what he wanted, that empty-headed buzz. It’s chaotic and peaceful all at once, and Klaus lets out another guttural cry as he falls back against the bed again, trembling all over.

In truth, Obi-Wan hasn't known what to expect, he's thought nothing at all about what might happen, only that he wants to make Klaus feel good. But the sounds Klaus is making are unlike anything else he's heard, even in all their times together, and he feels stunned, deeply aroused, utterly lost in this moment.

Klaus's body clenches around him and it's entirely different than it usually is, enough that Obi-Wan lets out a low, guttural sounding moan. The toy is almost forgotten, still buzzing inside of Klaus, and Obi-Wan's fingers twist in the blanket on one side of Klaus's body.

His head drops, lips dragging across Klaus's stomach as he finally comes, spilling inside of him. He moans, teeth pressing into Klaus's skin, his hips jerking forward one final time.

Obi-Wan curls over him, pinning Klaus down and fucking into him, pressing the toy in deep with every thrust of his hips. He comes, cock pulsing inside of Klaus's body, and then goes still. Klaus is as full as he's ever been, pinned between Obi-Wan's cock and the toy, and the persistent buzz against that spot inside of him overtakes him again, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through him as his legs shake.

It drags on and on and Klaus's eyes roll back a little, chest heaving as he grabs at Obo-Wan's shoulders to try and push him back because now it's too much. He's gone as far as he can go and he whimpers as he reaches behind them to turn off the toy, sliding it out of his body even as his trembling legs tighten to keep Obi-Wan there.

"Holy shit," Klaus pants out, laughing breathlessly as he drops the toy on the bed and puts his hands on his forehead, still twitching a little as aftershocks roll through him. "Consider that record well smashed, Obi."

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