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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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“I’m no taller than I was yesterday,” Obi-Wan replied as he reaches up with his free hand to curl his fingers around Klaus’s narrower wrist. Klaus has always been on the thin side, but now he feels delicate, too, even if Obi-Wan is certain he would still be the formidable presence he always is, no matter his size.

“I think,” he says, pausing to take a sip from his tea. “I think you might actually be short.” A grin blooms behind the rim of his mug and he squeezes Klaus’s wrist gently in his amusement.

“It’s just a suspicion I have,” he adds quickly, as if not wanting to offend. “We should perhaps compare in the mirror.”

“Surely you jest!” Klaus’s gaze is drawn to Obi-Wan’s hand where it’s curled around his tiny little wrist. It sends a warm little spark through him, and that feels different, too.

“Perhaps we should.” He looks up at Obi-Wan and then pulls his hand away so he can take Obi-Wan’s instead, holding onto it as he steps forward to lead him into the bathroom. He usually walks with a bit of a sway to his hips, and it looks a little exaggerated on him now. When they step into the bathroom, it’s dark and Klaus closes his eyes, urging Obi-Wan behind him.

He takes Obi-Wan’s hand and lifts it to put it over his eyes, laughing a little as he leans back agaisnt Obi-Wan. They don’t fit together quite the same, but it’s still comfortable.

“I’m nervous,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I don’t know why.”

"I think it makes sense," Obi-Wan answers as he sets his mug of tea aside on the counter, then reaches for the light switch. They're not going to see anything in the dark, although with his hand over Klaus's eyes, he's not going to see anything either way.

"You've woken up in a body you've never spent any time in," he continues. "It's bound to be unsettling, even when you're living in a place like Darrow, where such things aren't surprising. Your entire body has still shifted."

He remembers what it was like. He'd still felt like himself, properly so, within the Force, but the body had been different indeed.

“You’re right,” Klaus murmurs, still holding Obi-Wan’s hand over his eyes. He can tell that Obi-Wan has turned on the light, and it’s cold enough in the bathroom that he gives an almost violent shiver. His nipples stiffen from the chill and his breath hitches a little, because they’re so much more sensitive than before.

It took him longer than people might expect to grow attuned to his body, perhaps due to how long it took him to discover what being non-binary was. That helped him, and he learned to love his body, every piece of it. Now it’s entirely different.

When he leans back against Obi-Wan, he can feel the soft bulge of his cock against the small of his back, because he’s so much shorter now. His presence looms larger and Klaus shivers again, but not from the chill. It’s because he likes that difference in size.

“Okay, okay. Let’s do this before I freeze my new tits off,” Klaus murmurs, breathing in deep and pulling Obi-Wan’s hand away. He blinks against the sudden light and lets his gaze go first to Obi-Wan’s reflection before dipping lower to see his own. It’s startling, and Klaus’s eyes widen a bit as he reaches up to cup his rounder cheeks, pursing his fuller lips. He puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head, watching as his long hair spills over one shoulder.

He lets his hands slide up his soft stomach to cup his breasts, weighing them in his hands for a moment, breath catching as he thumbs at his rosy nipples. He plays with them idly as his gaze drops down between his legs, to the dark thatch of curls at the apex of them.

“I suppose it’ll do,” he says eventually, stepping back against Obi-Wan in hopes of feeling him against back again, perhaps a little harder this time. Still studying himself, he reaches back to find Obi-Wan’s hands and put them on his curved hips, holding them there. “For the time being.”

Obi-Wan can't help but smile at the way Klaus appraises himself. He can't remember if he had done the same, spent the time peering in the mirror, and he's fairly certain he hadn't done so right at the start. Eventually perhaps, maybe when Harley had been helping him find something to wear, he might have looked at himself in the mirror, stared at the nose, the curve of his lips, trying to see the face he was most used to.

But Klaus inspects himself thoroughly and Obi-Wan has to bite his lower lip against his amusement.

"Ah yes," he says as Klaus steps back into him. He ducks his head -- having to duck lower than he usually does -- and presses a kiss to Klaus's soft shoulder. He's wearing a smile, his lips curved against Klaus's skin, his tone teasing. "It'll do. Mediocre, really, at best."

“Mediocre,” Klaus repeats with a smirk, reaching back to curl his narrow arm back around Obi-Wan’s neck when he ducks his head. He watches their reflections as Obi-Wan’s lips touch his skin, and he can see himself in the way he moves, even if the body is different.

Yeah, it’ll work.

“I’m cold,” Klaus says with a pout in his voice, lower lip jutting out slightly as he turns around and presses up onto his toes to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. “Will you take me back to bed and warm me up? Even if I’m hideously average?”

"Hmm, right now?" Obi-Wan asks, pretending to check a watch he never wears. "That you're cold is the reason I brought you coffee, after all."

His words don't match his actions, however, and a moment later he's scooped Klaus up in his arms, holding him against his chest. The body he's in now is smaller, much more feminine in its softness and curves, and while Obi-Wan loves Klaus's regular form very much, he loves this one, too. Because it's Klaus he loves, after all, no matter what he looks like on the outside.

Stepping back into the bedroom, he deposits Klaus on the bed, making sure to pull back the sheets. Then he works in an exaggerated motion to tuck him in on all sides, blinking innocently.

"There," he says. "All warm."

It lasts only a moment, however, before Obi-Wan is crawling into the bed next to him.

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.”

Though he's only been teasing, Obi-Wan can hear that faint tremor of nerves in Klaus's voice and he reaches out beneath the blanket to put his hand over Klaus's. Not to touch him -- not yet -- but to stop him from touching himself.

Yes, their physical intimacy is important to their relationship, Obi-Wan would never say otherwise, but what they have is so much more than that.

"Do you remember what I said when this happened to me?" he asks, looking at Klaus steadily, intently. "I still felt the same. Within the Force, I was still Obi-Wan Kenobi, regardless of my form. It's the same with you now. You may look different in many ways, but if I close my eyes and look for you in the Force, all I feel is Klaus. This changes nothing for how I feel for you."

And then he does kiss Klaus, gently at first, allowing Klaus to adjust to how it feels, the way Obi-Wan's mouth is larger than his now, the brush of his beard against newly smooth skin.

Obi-Wan’s hand covers his own and Klaus turns to look at him, lower lip quivering slightly as he speaks. The words make his eyes sting and gloss over slightly, which he’ll blame on all the new hormones, but really it’s because Obi-Wan is so sweet to him, always. Even when he’s being a brat.

He swallows hard and nods a little, pulling his arms out from under the blanket to wrap them around Obi-Wan’s neck as he leans in. The kiss is soft and Klaus closes his eyes as he adjusts to the differences. Their mouths don’t fit together quite the same, but it still feels natural. Kissing Obi-Wan is still the easiest thing in the world.

And he does feel reassured, and perhaps a little contrite. What Obi-Wan feels for him, what they feel for each other, is so far beyond the physical. Sometimes he just needs to be reminded that he has worth beyond what he looks like, and Obi-Wan has done just that.

He stops thinking about how quickly he can get Obi-Wan between his legs and just enjoys this moment instead, holding onto the man that he loves and indulging in the rare experience of getting used to kissing him all over again, soft and slow and tender.

Even without use of the Force, Obi-Wan can feel when Klaus relaxes, when he opens him up to accepting the ease with which Obi-Wan can still feel him, still sense him, despite the changes to his body. It's a beautiful moment, knowing that Klaus trusts him, and Obi-Wan smiles against his mouth before he pulls back and presses a kiss to his chin, the tip of his nose.

"Hm, no facial hair," he says thoughtfully, lifting one hand to rub his forefinger over Klaus's naked upper lip. He's seen Klaus without facial hair before, though it's never lasted particularly long, and he knows this is different.

"But your tattoos remain," he continues, lifting one of Klaus's hand to peer at the word hello in stark black letters on his palm. Then he ducks his head, pressing his lips to the word, his eyes closed in pleasure.

Klaus feels Obi-Wan’s smile against his mouth and relaxes even further, smiling as his new, more delicate face is peppered with soft kisses. He’s so terribly lucky.

“Not a lot of hair anywhere,” Klaus murmurs against the pad of Obi-Wan’s finger, nipping at it playfully before he moves away. He’d noticed that his legs were smooth and his pubic hair was neatly groomed, which he supposes makes sense. Sometimes he shaves his legs just because he likes the feel of it, and he always does when he’s in drag.

Obi-Wan lifts his hand, causing the blankets to spill down around Klaus’s hips, and he turns his other arm slightly to see the tattoo declaring his troop still there on his bicep. His dog tags are still there, laying neatly between his breasts. The beauty mark on his collarbone is still there, too. So are the little scars that he’s picked up over the years.

Klaus lifts his gaze to Obi-Wan’s face as he presses a kiss to Klaus’s palm, and the look on his face sends a small shiver through him, a rush of affection and pleasure that sends a flush to his cheeks.

“I should get a tattoo for you,” he says suddenly, smiling as he cups Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Maybe I’ll let you pick the spot.”

"What would you get?" Obi-Wan asks. The words are unexpected, meaningful in a way he'd never considered something like a tattoo might be, and something stirs in his chest at the thought. Klaus already wears the tag with the date Obi-Wan had inscribed upon it, a sign of their love, and now here he is, this man who had been wary of a relationship, considering putting a permanent mark upon his body to honour what they are together.

It's a thought Obi-Wan finds he likes very much.

"As for where..." He ducks his head and presses a kiss to Klaus's collarbone, then the top of one breast, the soft curve beneath his lips. "I suppose I would have to explore further before making such a decision."

The thought of getting a tattoo in honor of Obi-Wan doesn’t scare Klaus, just like it didn’t with Dave. Both men have earned a place on Klaus’s body, because no matter what happens, they’ll always have a piece of him.

The look on Obi-Wan’s face seals it, though. Klaus would do anything to make him look like that.

“Hmm, maybe a constellation. Since you’re from the stars,” Klaus drawls out, closing his eyes and smiling as Obi-Wan presses kisses to his skin. It still feels warm and familiar, but also new enough that it feels even better. Exciting and safe all at once.

“That does sound very wise,” Klaus says fondly, opening his eyes as he looks down at the top of Obi-Wan’s head and reaching up to card his slender fingers through his soft hair. “Tattoos are forever, after all. You must be very sure.”

Tattoos are very common in the world Obi-Wan is from, worn by countless people, signs of religion or race, symbols of their status, their wealth. There are Jedi with tattoos, markings to display who they are, where they come from, though Obi-Wan has never considered one for himself. The people he loves most in Darrow, those he's met here, they're both marked with ink under their skin. He finds the concept both fascinating and beautiful.

"There are planets where I'm from," he murmurs as he shifts his body, still dressed in his soft pants and t-shirt, over Klaus's much smaller frame. "Where the people tattoo themselves as a symbol of their family or their religion. I've always found them so beautiful, these markings, pieces of art, that remind someone where they've been."

He kisses Klaus's throat, then slides one palm up the side of his body, marvelling at the new curves, the softness of his skin.

"Some people do that where I'm from, too," Klaus breathes out, humming softly as Obi-Wan presses him down into the bed. He feels so much heavier now, but it's a comfortable weight and he feels warm and relaxed. "You're a little of both those things for me, I think, so I'll get a tattoo for you."

When Obi-Wan touches him, kisses him, brushes his beard against his skin, it all feels familiar but also new enough that it sets his nerves alight, arousal pooling slowly at the core of him.

"I'd get the stars for you," he breathes out, spreading his thighs open wider as he slides his hands down Obi-Wan's back to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He gets his hands on Obi-Wan's muscular back and marvels at how there seems to be so much more of him like this. "Obi, kiss me, please."

Obi-Wan hardly needs to be asked twice -- unless, like earlier, he's enjoying teasing Klaus far too much -- and once he's shed his t-shirt, he leans in for a long kiss, pressing his mouth to Klaus's, nudging his lips apart gently. Even though the kiss feels different, it's marginally so, the sort of kiss that Obi-Wan can still feel and taste Klaus inside of.

It's a wonderful thing, being able to recognize someone so thoroughly.

He settles between Klaus's thighs, the hard line of his cock presses to the core of him, and where he would normally feel Klaus's length in return there's only heat and softness. It makes Obi-Wan tremble slightly as he kisses Klaus again and again, cupping one soft breast in his palm, his thumb gliding across Klaus's nipple.

While Klaus has always been more slender than Obi-Wan, he never felt small when pinned underneath him, not until now. It's not a bad feeling. In fact, it's a very wonderful feeling, because he knows that he's safe. Over the course of his life, Klaus has felt truly safe around very few people. It's not a physical thing. He's never really been worried in that regard, but emotional safety? That's a rare thing for Klaus indeed.

And now, even with this sudden upheaval, he knows that it'll be okay because Obi-Wan is here with him, and as long as that stays true, Klaus is safe.

Klaus watches Obi-Wan's face as he presses their bodies together, and sees the subtle way his eyes seem to widen just as Klaus's lips part on a soft gasp. He can feel the press of Obi-Wan's cock against his cunt, separated by just a thin layer of cotton, and he lets out a low moan as his clit throbs, pleasure spreading outward from the core of him.

They kiss and Obi-Wan thumbs at his nipple and Klaus throbs again, thighs trembling as he wraps his arms tightly around Obi-Wan's shoulders.

"I'm pretty sure I'm ruining your pants," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth, because he can feel how wet he is, and whether intentionally or not, they're grinding together like a couple of horny kids. He grins and nips softly at Obi's bottom lip, drawing his knees up as he slides one hand down to grab at Obi-Wan's ass. "You should probably take them off."

"Oh, you're hardly ruining them," Obi-Wan answers, though he's distracted by Klaus's touch, as is always the case. It feels different now, Klaus's fingers slender, his hands smaller, and Obi-Wan can't help but press back against his touch before his hips roll forward once more.

With another kiss, a soft sigh, he rolls to one side, moving onto his back so he can slip out of his soft pants. He's wearing nothing beneath, had seen no point in it when he had only just gotten out of bed and wanted to remain as comfortable as possible, and he discards the pants off the edge of the bed.

Fully undressed, he rolls back toward Klaus, smiling at him, watching the way the light dances in his eyes.

"As beautiful as ever," he confirms before he leans in for another kiss.

The compliment makes Klaus flush, because sincere praise might just be the only thing that can bring color to his cheeks these days. Eagerly, he returns the kiss, only breaking away to let out a moan when Obi-Wan presses their bodies together again.

The sound he makes his high pitched and feminine, and Klaus wonders if it’s strange to find the sound of his own moan so arousing. Probably not, really. He finds himself hot all the time. That clone of his running around town is hot, and Klaus probably would have fucked him, given the chance.

Not now, though. No, now there’s only this, and it doesn’t feel like he’s trapped. It feels wonderful.

He wants to experience everything while he’s in this body—- wants Obi-Wan to finger him and eat him out and fuck him in every position there is, but right now he can’t think much beyond getting Obi-Wan’s cock inside of him, because he doesn’t want to spend another second in a body that Obi-Wan hasn’t fucked.

“Obi, please,” he gasps out, panting against the side of Obi-Wan’s head as he shifts to reach down between their bodies to take Obi-Wan’s cock in his hand. “Fuck, you really are huge.”

He laughs breathlessly and strokes his hand up and down the length of him once before spreading his thighs shamelessly wide and trying to guide Obi-Wan inside of him. Vaguely, he wonders if it’ll hurt, if it’ll feel like a first time.

Klaus kind of hopes that it does, so he can have a first time that’s special, one he’ll remember. Perhaps it’s sentimental, but that’s what Obi-Wan does to him.

Even without the words, Obi-Wan knows what Klaus wants, can feel it in every movement and sense it in every word. He can't help but laugh at the comment on the size of him, having never thought of himself as any particular thing, just a man, like so many others.

All he cares now is that he satisfies Klaus. Nothing else matters.

"Here," he murmurs, reaching down to take himself in hand. "Let's go slow at first. I don't want to hurt you." He doesn't know what this body will be like, if somehow it might remember all they've done before, though that doesn't seem possible. This is Klaus, but isn't. The body is new, one Obi-Wan has never touched until now.

He doesn't want it to hurt at all.

Carefully, he nudges the head of his cock against the warmth of Klaus's cunt, a shudder going through him at just how good he still feels. He's achingly hard, but he still goes slowly, pressing himself inside just a bit, then a bit more, watching Klaus's face curiously as he does.

Klaus makes a bit of a face when Obi-Wan says that they’ll go slow, but he doesn’t protest. It’s probably wise, given his size and the newness of this body, but Klaus has always been greedy, wanting everything all at once.

It does hurt, a little. Not in a bad way, nowhere near enough to make him want to stop. In fact, he’s a little bit fascinated by it, the pinch and sting, followed by a dull burn. He stares up at Obi-Wan the entirely time, making soft noises and clutching at his shoulders.

He’s well aware that virginity is a social construct and completely meaningless, but he also can’t help but to find the whole thing kind of beautiful. It’s another chance at a first time, and for this one, he’s completely sober. He’ll remember every second of it, because it’s with someone who loves him and yeah, it’s silly and sentimental to get emotional over getting his cherry popped by someone he’s already had sex with hundreds of times by now, but he’s getting all misty-eyed anyway.

When Obi-Wan bottoms out, thick cock as deep inside of Klaus as it can go, his breath hitches and he lets out a soft moan, staring up at Obi-Wan with something like wonder in his expression, eyes glossed over as he smiles.

“You feel so good,” he breathes out, letting his head fall back down to the pillow. He hums as he gives himself a moment to adjust, back arching a little as the burn gives way to pleasure. He clenches his muscles experimentally around Obi-Wan’s cock and lets out a pleased little squeak at how good it feels.

“Okay, big guy,” he teases in a rough voice, clenching his cunt down around Obi-Wan’s cock again and rocking his hips a little. “You can move now.” Klaus presses himself up onto his elbows so he can look down between their bodies, eyes wide as Obi-Wan’s cock slides out of his cunt and sinks back in slowly. “Fuck, that’s beautiful. Look at us, Obi.”

It is beautiful and not because of the changes with Klaus's body, but because of who they are together. It's beautiful because this moment and all the ones they share are filled with love and Obi-Wan knows how lucky he is to have this.

Shifting, he slips one arm around Klaus, behind his shoulders, holding him closer, then he uses his other hand to guide Klaus's thighs up higher, around his waist. It changes the angle of his thrusts and he hopes it's for the better. In the past, women have always seemed to like it, and as he gives his hips a slow roll, pushing deep inside of Klaus, he watches his expression just to see how it feels.

He can feel Klaus adjusting, too. Getting used to this body. Learning how it works. He feels the clench of Klaus's muscles around his cock and lets out a low moan at the heat of it, how tight he is when he does this. A fine tremble works through Obi-Wan and then he leans in for another kiss, parting Klaus's lips with his tongue.

Obi-Wan gathers Klaus up in his arms and for a moment he feels so tiny, delicate in Obi’s strong arms, but that only heightens his arousal. Pleasure flows through him a little differently, seeming to take up the entirety of him, settling just under his skin.

When Obi-Wan changes the angle and plunges into him again, Klaus lets out a surprised cry, eyes flying open as he strikes what must be his g-spot. It makes his hips jerk, thighs trembling as he moans again. It’s absurd how close he feels to an orgasm already, and when Obi-Wan kisses him, Klaus returns it hungrily, clutching tightly at Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he rocks his hips to meet each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck.” He only pulls away to breathe, sucking in deep lungfuls of air and moaning again as his head falls back to the pillow. He stares up at Obi-Wan with a dazed sort of awe, whimpering at a particularly good thrust. A thought occurs to him and he laughs, breathless and open-mouthed. “And to think, we haven’t even touched my clit yet. You’re slacking, Kenobi.”

"Am I?" Obi-Wan asks in return, already breathing heavily, though his focus remains entirely on Klaus. "Maybe this is a very pointed choice on my part."

He knows Klaus is bound to be sensitive, especially during this adjustment period, and Obi-Wan doesn't wish to overwhelm him, though he has plans for the rest of this day. Perhaps even the entire day, if Klaus can hold out for that long. It will be very interesting to experiment and see just what they can do together now.

"Maybe I'm just experimenting," he murmurs, ducking his head, dragging his lips over Klaus's chest, then biting at the place where his shoulder and neck meet. He punctuates the bite with another thrust of his lips, rolling deeper inside of Klaus's body, then nips at him again. "Maybe I want to see what you're capable of before I start racing for the finish line."

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