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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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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."

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Klaus pants out, feeling his eyes roll back in his head as Obi-Wan hits that spot inside of him and bites him at the same time. Obi-Wan is just so fucking hot all the time, with his accent and his way with words and the way he always knows exactly what Klaus needs and how to give it him, even in a body he’s never touched.

“Okay, yeah, whatever you want,” he says with a groan, crying out sharply as Obi’s teeth press into his skin again. He can feel the pressure building at the core of him, spreading outward, and he just takes a breath and leans into it, knowing that Obi-Wan will get him where he needs to be. “Just don’t stop.”

Obi-Wan laughs, unable to help himself, a hot breath against Klaus’s skin as he shifts slightly and changes the angle yet again. This time, despite what he’s just teased, he’s changed the angle to give himself a bit of space between their bodies.

His hand slides between them, down the smooth plane of Klaus’s stomach, over the black lines of his tattoo, then between his legs. His fingers go past Klaus’s clit, touching between them where his cock drives into Klaus with each deep thrust.

And then, only then, he lets his fingers glide over Klaus’s clit. It’s a light touch yet, experimental, wanting to see how Klaus’s body responds before he pushes it too far.

That quiet, rugged laugh only adds to everything that Klaus is feeling, safety and fondness and love on top of pleasure that just keeps building and building until his thighs are trembling. All he can do his arch his back and cling to Obi-Wan, too dazed to really move at all.

When his hand glides down Klaus's body, his stomach tenses and he stares up at Obi-Wan's face in awe, mouth open and brow knitted slightly, whimpering as the pleasure grows to the point that he isn't sure how he could possibly contain it all.

And then those clever fingers drag over his clit. It's a light touch, hardly any pressure at all, and it still makes him cry out. He lifts a hand to grab the back of Obi-Wan's head, fingers twisting in his hair as Klaus's body curls up on his own accord. He presses their foreheads together and pants against Obi-Wan's mouth.

"Oh, oh," he moans, startled, because for a moment it all feels like too much, but then the pleasure crests and then just seems to explode, making him cry out and clutch almost desperately at Obi-Wan as his hips jerk through it, thighs quivering as it just seems to go on and on. "Fuck, Obi. Oh my God."

A smile touches the corners of Obi-Wan’s mouth, even as he breathes heavily against Klaus’s skin, his fingers rubbing against his clit at the same time. He’s careful, doesn’t put too much pressure, especially now that he’s coming, his body bending, his muscles clenching around Obi-Wan’s cock.

But still, for as good as he feels, a little part of him wants to whisper, I told you so. Somehow he manages to refrain, instead focusing all his energy on dragging out Klaus’s orgasm for as long as he can.

And then, with one final thrust, with the sounds Klaus is making, those breathless sort of moans, with the way his body tightens, Obi-Wan comes, too. It rolls through him, snapping his hips forward as he buries himself inside of Klaus, coming in waves.

For a moment, Obi-Wan looks positively smug and that only endears him even further to Klaus, who laughs even as he comes, and it's one of the brightest, happiest moments of his entire life.

He makes himself keep his eyes open, staring up at Obi-Wan's face as the pleasure seems to crest once more, just as Obi-Wan thrusts in hard, cock pulsing as he comes deep inside of Klaus's body. The sensation makes him tremble all over, and he clutches hard at Obi-Wan, cunt clenching down around him over and over as he breathes through it.

"Fuck, baby," he gasps out, fingers curling in Obi-Wan's hair as his head falls back to the pillow. Obi's fingers are still resting against his clit and Klaus slides one hand down to cover Obi's, squeezing as he drags their joined hands back up between their bodies. Obi-Wan's fingertips are glistening in the low light, wet from Klaus's cunt, and he gives them a curious look before opening his mouth and reaching out to touch his tongue the pad of Obi's middle finger. Making eye contact with Obi-Wan, he closes his lips around the slick digit, pulling into his mouth and moaning quietly as he tastes himself against Obi-Wan's skin.

Obi-Wan's body shudders, trembling as he comes, as he empties inside of Klaus and while that isn't necessarily a new sensation between the two of them, somehow it still is. Made different by this body, perhaps, made different by the new situation. It doesn't matter. All he knows is how good he feels, how loved, and that is something that belongs entirely to Klaus.

"Well?" he asks after another soft laugh, his finger still between Klaus's lips. "Do you rise to your own expectations?"

He's teasing gently and then he ducks his head to nuzzle at Klaus's throat, breathing in the scent of him. Like so much else, it's changed and yet not. There's something new about it, something different, and yet there's Klaus there at the base of it all. Familiar and wonderful and Obi-Wan breathes him in deep, then kisses his shoulder gently.

Klaus grins softly around the tip of Obi-Wan's finger, teeth closing gently around the tip of it before letting it go. He lets his thighs fall open on either side of Obi's hips, stretching out his toes and tipping his head back to make room for Obi-Wan's mouth. The scrape of his beard makes Klaus shiver, and he has to smile when Obi-Wan outright sniffs him, because it's such an intimately weird thing, and he loves it so much.

"Sweet as pie," he teases happily, eyes closed as he drags his hands up Obi-Wan's sides. It feels different being pressed down by him now. He's so much smaller, and he can feel the pressure against his breasts, and the absence of his cock against his legs. His arousal is still at a simmer, cunt aching like it wants another round. Klaus has always had a good refractory period, but this is a little insane.

"But I suppose you'll have to taste it for yourself, darling," he murmurs against Obi-Wan's ear, voice pitched breathy and low, clenching down around his cock again to keep him buried inside.

"I suppose I must," Obi-Wan agrees, although his hips are still rolling a little, mostly a lazy gesture, and he doesn't want to pull from Klaus's body just yet. "But are you sure you don't need anything? A glass of water, perhaps?"

His tone is teasing, and even if Klaus can't see his face, he has to be able to feel the smile against his throat. He shifts his weight a little, leaning to one elbow, not wanting to crush Klaus utterly, given the size of him now, but neither is he ready to separate. Although he knows there's more to come, so much more possibility, he feels wonderfully warm and sated in this moment.

There's truly nowhere else he would rather be right now.

"All I know is if you try to leave this bed, I will physically fight you," Klaus says with a breathless laugh, grinning as he tips his head back and reaches up to cup the back of Obi-Wan's head. Pleasure is still humming through him, and he gives another shiver as his thighs tighten around Obi-Wan's hips, keeping him close.

"Oh, wow," he says after a long moment, letting go of Obi-Wan so he can stretch his arms up over his head, thighs falling open as the weight of his breasts shifts upward on his chest. So many differences, some subtle and some not, and Klaus marvels at them all. "I feel great. What do you think?"

He smirks up at Obi-Wan and squeezes the walls of his cunt again, wiggling his hips a little as he lifts Obi's hand to press it against one of his breasts. "Do I feel great to you?"

“You feel as wonderful as ever,” Obi-Wan murmurs, his lips dragging along Klaus’s throat, still enjoying the act of simply breathing him in. He can feel the way Klaus’s body tightens around him again and lets out a long, slow breath.

Then, very carefully, he draws back. He can feel himself still leaking, the moisture against Klaus’s thighs, and he lets out a soft, pleased breath.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, then kisses Klaus again. “And I will love you always.”

When Obi-Wan pulls out of him, Klaus lets out a small whimper of protest, only to gasp softly at how different it feels, and how his insides seem to pulse with the need for more. He grins, soft and happy, and hooks his arms under Obi-Wan's shoulders to keep him from pulling too far away.

"I will love you always," Klaus replies, grinning almost shyly because it's those words that make him feel vulnerable, so much more so than the sex.

"Always," he says again, lifting his head to bump his nose against Obi-Wan's before giving him a long, lingering kiss.

"I really am a lucky man," Obi-Wan says and while his tone is teasing, his eyes are warm, crinkling at the corners as he smiles and then leans into the kiss once again.

He knows Klaus doesn't want him to leave yet and so he doesn't. At least not immediately. After a few more minutes of long, slow kisses, he pushes back, then kisses Klaus's stomach once before rolling off the bed.

"I'll be back," he promises, before walking naked to the kitchen and pouring them both a glass of water. Klaus may be focused on other things -- naturally, of course, the changes are rather huge -- but Obi-Wan is determined to keep him hydrated.

When Obi-Wan pulls away from him, Klaus lets out a groan of protest, grasping playfully at Obi-Wan's hair before letting it slip through his fingers as he rolls away. He presses up onto his elbows just to watch Obi-Wan's naked ass as he walks away, and then looks down at his own breasts, lifting a hand to squeeze one just because he can.

He climbs out of bed as well, stumbling a little from both the change in his center of gravity and Obi-Wan turning his legs into jelly. One of Obi-Wan's shirts, button-down and pale green, is draped over a chair, and he plucks it up as he walks over to the mirror on the back of the door. He looks kind of amazing, naked and glistening with sweat, and Klaus pulls the shirt over his shoulders just to see how it would look.

It falls to his mid-thigh, and he thinks that he looks kind of sexy, turning this way and that to look at his reflection. Smiling to himself, he pulls his long hair out of the collar and rests his hands on his hips, waiting for Obi-Wan to come back and see him.

When Obi-Wan returns and finds Klaus dressed in one of his shirts and posed, just waiting, his mouth twitches beneath his moustache, though he does his best to keep from smiling too widely. Instead, he passes one glass of water toward Klaus and asks, "Getting dressed already? I must not have performed as well as you indicated."

The pale green of the skirt looks rather lovely against Klaus's skin, something that would likely be true regardless of the form he's in. Obi-Wan allows himself to look, still smiling only a little, resisting the urge to break into anything too wide.

"I suppose it does suit you," he allows. "Although I thought for certain if you were going to get dressed and abandon me, you'd do so in your own clothing." Anything will be too big on Klaus, but at least his own clothes will still be in the bold patterns and bright colours he seems to prefer.

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