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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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“Oh, darling, you know I would never,” he teases before he finally lets his fingers slide along the creases between Klaus’s thighs. He’s warm and still wet and Obi-Wan knows when he lowers his head, he’ll taste himself there as well.

Slowly, though, he uses his fingers to part the lips of Klaus’s cunt, rubbing slowly, exploring, circling the opening with his fingertips before moving back again. And then he lowers his head and presses his lips to Klaus’s clit, a gentle kiss just to start.

“You’re still so familiar,” he murmurs before using the flat of his tongue on Klaus instead, licking slowly, exploring with his mouth and fingers at the same time.

Obi-Wan moves slowly, methodically, taking his time to learn every new inch of his body, and Klaus makes himself keep his eyes open to watch. He doesn't want to miss a second of this, and he continues watching as he pants, hips rocking the slightest bit because he just can't help it. Sweat glistens on his chest and his fingers twist in the sheets because it feels so, so good and he doesn't want it to stop, even though he feels a little like he's going insane.

By the time Obi-Wan's lips brush his clit, he's wound up enough that the touch makes him yelp, hips jerking as he presses his feet against Obi-Wan's flanks.

"Do I still feel the same?" He pants out, finally closing his eyes and arching his back as Obi-Wan licks at him, sending fire through his veins. Obi-Wan will know what he's asking. Obviously he doesn't feel the same physically, but does he feel the same inside, in the Force?

"I want you to feel me." His voice is thin and breathy, and he lets out another low moan, toes flexing and then curling. "Feel what you're doing to me."

"Always," Obi-Wan answers, because the way Klaus feels within the Force is one of the reasons he hadn't been at all surprised by the change. The presence he feels is still so perfectly and distinctly Klaus that he never had any doubt of who was in his bed.

And now there's pleasure and warmth and love. He can feel it all at Klaus's invitation and he hums against Klaus's skin, then sets to the task at hand properly. No more teasing, no more exploration, he presses one finger inside of Klaus, then a second, using his tongue and lips and the slightest hint of teeth on his clit at the same time.

With his fingers, he can feel the way Klaus's muscles clench, how they tighten, and he groans softly, pressing his face more against Klaus, wanting to taste all of him, feel all of him.

While this is the first time that it's ever been done to him, Klaus has eaten more than his fair share of pussy over the years, and he'd like to think of himself rather an expert on the subject. What Obi-Wan is doing now puts him to shame.

It's like a flip has switched with the way he goes from slow and teasing to eager and hungry all at once. He's pressing fingers into him, dragging his tongue over that sensitive little bug, and Klaus feels as if he's been electrified. He lets out a loud cry, back bending as his thighs close around Obi-Wan's head.

"Oh my fucking--" He lets out another loud cry and swallows hard, gasping for air as his fingers twist in Obi-Wan's hair. "Please, please, just like that."

It's an entirely different experience than when Klaus is in his usual body, not better or worse, just different, and knowing it isn't going to last forever makes Obi-Wan all the more enthusiastic about making sure Klaus enjoys the experience. Every last moment of it.

He enjoys it, too, the way Klaus is grasping at his air, the way his thighs are pressing to his ears, making it so all the sounds in the room are muffled. It makes Obi-Wan feel as if they've found themselves in their own little world.

Within Klaus's body, he crooks his fingers, curling them, pressing into that place he knows must be inside of him. This is different, too, but he knows what he's doing, and he almost grins against Klaus's clit, licking and sucking, his fingers working a bit more enthusiastically now, too.

Even though he's only just come, Klaus already feels dangerously on edge again already. Obi-Wan is so good at this, insanely good, and he knows that a large part of that is how well they work together, but there's learned skill there. He has technique, and Klaus can't help but to imagine Obi-Wan's face buried between the legs of women with vibrant skin, the two of them sprawled across a bed in some space pod. It doesn't make him jealous, but instead just turns him on even more, drives him even closer to that tipping point.

The pleasure grows and grows into something almost overwhelming, and his breath hitches as his body seizes up. He whimpers and grabs at Obi-Wan's hair but he doesn't stop, and when his orgasm overtakes him, he lets out a cry that's sure to alert the neighbors.

Even though he's in the throes of orgasm, hips twitching under Obi-Wan's grasp, the thought still makes him smile.

It goes on and on, coaxed out of him by Obi-Wan's tongue, and when it crests again, he moans and shakes and comes in a wet rush. Once he realizes what he's done, he lets out a breathless, happy laugh, because of course he'd be a squirter.

"Okay, okay. Down boy," Klaus laughs, whimpering a little and putting his hand on Obi-Wan's face to push him back. "I need to breathe."

Obi-Wan feels his own body shivering with the pleasure of it all, with knowing what he's done to Klaus, feeling the impact of it on his face, on his beard. He's going to need a kriffing shower after this and he laughs just as Klaus finally pushes his face away. He obeys, knowing not to overstimulate a person who has requested otherwise, and then he lifts one hand to wipe his beard, his face.

"You and I both," he teases when Klaus claims he needs to breath. Obi-Wan tilts his head, laying his temple upon Klaus's inner thigh, content to rest right there, at least for a moment. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the room, the feeling of Klaus so close, so warm, so content.

So very loved.

The joke makes Klaus burst out with breathless laughter, and it's still such a marvel to him that he can feel so good and be so happy all at the same time. He spent so many years chasing more and more pleasure, but this is what gives him an extra rush.

Obi-Wan's head rests on his thigh and Klaus slides one hand back into his hair while throwing his other arm over his head, fingernails raking gently across his scalp as he takes deep breaths. The pleasure settles into a fizzy sensation under his skin, something warm and sated, at least for the moment, and Klaus grins up at the ceiling as he stretches out the leg Obi-Wan isn't laying on.

"That's some skill, Kenobi," he breathes out, warm and fond as he tugs playfully at Obi's hair. "My deepest thanks to all the space ladies who came before me."

"Ah, well, I could hardly be a selfish lover," Obi-Wan answers, smiling up at Klaus before he pushes up onto one arm and drags himself up the bed to properly lie alongside Klaus. He rests his hand upon Klaus's lower belly, palm pressed to soft skin. "That wouldn't be very becoming of a Jedi when we're meant to be selfless and giving."

Once he's settled, he turns his head into Klaus's shoulder, breathing him in and just enjoying the moment.

"Do you feel very strange?" he asks curiously. "It was different for me, I think, I felt still so much myself within the Force, but I know not everything has that connection."

"So selfless," he replies, chuckling happily and adjusting his arm to curl around Obi-Wan's shoulders as he shifts. The question makes him let out a thoughtful hum, brow furrowing as he drags his fingertips lightly up and down Obi-Wan's bicep.

"I wouldn't say very weird," Klaus says after a moment, turning his head to look down at Obi's face. "I never much felt like my body was quite right anyway, you know?"

They haven't talked about this much, because Klaus hasn't spoken about anyone with this much, but he isn't ashamed about it. "It's actually kind of nice, because there was a very small part of me that wonders if I should have been born in a woman's body, but now I know that what I've always thought is true. I'm just somewhere in the middle. I'm both and I'm neither."

Obi-Wan listens and considers, establishes he doesn't entirely understand, but also knows he doesn't need to understand in order to accept what Klaus has told him. It's Klaus who knows himself best and Klaus alone who can determine what is and isn't right for him.

"I'm glad then," he says, brushing his fingertips along Klaus's skin. "That you're having this experience. That you can feel what you've known all along to be true."

He smiles then and presses his lips to Klaus's shoulder. "You feel the same to me. I close my eyes and I know exactly who you are."

Even if Obi-Wan doesn’t entirely understand, he accepts Klaus for all that he is, and all that he isn’t. He loves Klaus for exactly who he is, the good and the mess, and Klaus loves him for that.

Obi-Wan’s words nearly make him tear up in a way that he’ll blame on his new lady hormones, and he smiles as he slides his wrists under Obi-Wan’s armpits to drag him up so that they’re face to face. Well, he tries to, at least.

Except that he’s not quite as strong as he used to be, so he just ends up yanking uselessly at Obi-Wan’s body and laughing.

“Come here,” he whines playfully. “Kiss me.”

"Ah, if only you had use of the Force to help move me," Obi-Wan teases, but he moves willingly, slipping up to Klaus's side so he can properly kiss him. With his eyes closed, he finds it's very much the truth. Klaus's mouth feels different and there are curves and softness where Obi-Wan isn't used to them being, but all the same, this is Klaus.

After a moment, he pulls back, presses his thumb gently to Klaus's lower lip, tugging it down gently.

"Your eyes, too," he says. "Your eyes are the same. I'm willing to bet any of your siblings would see you easily, too."

Their kisses do feel the same. Small physical differences, of course, but they feel the same where it counts.

He smiles up at Obi-Wan as he touches his face, peeking out the tip of his tongue to touch Obi-Wan’s thumb in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He can taste himself there on Obi-Wan’s skin, slick and intimate, and he lets out a soft home.

“Five bucks says Five doesn’t notice,” he jokes, but it’s in that awkward sort of way where he obviously believes that it’s true. His eyes well up slightly when he thinks of how Allison might have reacted, and a tear threatens to spill when his thoughts turn to his other lost sibling.

“Ben would have had a cow,” he says quietly, turning his head to nuzzle into Obi-Wan’s palm.

"Oh, even Five will know it's you," Obi-Wan answers. He knows Five is a bit brusque, an unusual sort of man, but he also has no doubt that Five loves Klaus in his own way. He had grown up under the most awful, unusual circumstances, and Obi-Wan is of the mind he'd never learned how to properly express himself. The feelings are there, he just doesn't seem to know what to do with them.

He laughs softly at the comment about Ben and nods, looking amused. His thumb strokes along Klaus's cheek, warm and comforting.

"He would have found it quite funny, I bet," he says. "And he would have tried to dress you. I can see him behaving as if you're his own personal doll to dress up."

Klaus smiles but doesn’t say anything more. It’s still a fresh ache, and he already feels so vulnerable. He takes a breath and closes his eyes, focusing on the rhythmic swipe of Obi-Wan’s thumb against his smooth cheek, back and forth until he doesn’t feel as if he’s about to be swept away by his emotions.

“We made quite a mess,” he says as he opens his eyes, smile turning sky as he squeezes Obi-Wan’s waist between his thighs. There’s a pleasant ache in them, right up through the core of him, and Klaus lets out a pleased hum and bites his lip, stretching his arms up over his head in a pose that he’s sure must look good (in his own humble opinion). “But I suppose I’ll have to pace myself or I’ll wear you out before nightfall, old man.”

"How dare you suggest I don't have respectable stamina," Obi-Wan answers, though he's smiling as he speaks, watching Klaus stretch. "We ought to eat, however, because otherwise we may both just pass out from exertion."

It would be a lovely way to go, he thinks.

"Come," he says, rolling away with a soft groan and then stretching as well, arms overhead. "Let's find something to eat. Then perhaps we can clean up a little. Or would you prefer the other way around?"

“Mm, I do want coffee,” Klaus breathes out, turning to watch Obi-Wan stretch. He smiles and throws his leg over Obi’s hips, moving to straddle him and sit up.

He tosses his long hair over one shoulder and looks down at Obi-Wan. The view is subtly different in his new body, but he’s distracted by how perfectly his round ass fits into the cradle of Obi-Wan’s hips. He can’t help but to give it a little wiggle.

“After that, I can’t decide if I want you to fuck me bent over the counter, or in the shower,” he says lowly, subtly rocking his hips as he lifts a finger to his chin. “Any thoughts?”

"I imagine both could likely be arranged," Obi-Wan answers, thoughtful and calm as his hands settle on Klaus's hips. Already, he can feel his body trying to grow aroused again, though he knows he does need at least some recovery time before they attempt anything else.

He smiles fondly up at Klaus, then lifts his hand to cup one side of his face. His thumb strokes along Klaus's cheek and then Obi-Wan pushes himself up on his other hand so he can lean into a long kiss.

"Come," he says again. "Coffee and food. It won't do to have you crashing from only having caffeine in your system before we get to explore all our options."

“Both!” Klaus gasps playfully, as if shocked and grateful all at once. “So giving!”

He smiles into the kiss, resting his soft little hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, leaning into the kiss to make it last just a few seconds longer before he pulls away.

“You take such good care of me,” he says quietly, gratitude clear in his tone. After kissing him again, he swings his leg over and hops off of the bed, wobbling only a little as he lands on his feet. Even though there’s a bit of a chill in the air, Klaus walks out of the room unabashedly naked, swaying his hips as he does.

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"Well, you already questioned my stamina, I have to prove myself somehow," Obi-Wan answers off Klaus's put upon shock. He smiles into the kiss, still holding Klaus close, then watches him fondly as he gets off the bed.

"I know you like to show off all the lovely parts you've been blessed with, that's no different than a usual day, but you must be cold," he says as he climbs from the bed himself. He reaches for the robe Klaus had brought over and while it isn't exactly one worn for warmth, it will at least help a little.

"Come back," he says, following Klaus. "Let me put this on you."

It is cold, but he’s having too much fun to just easily accept Obi-Wan’s thoughtful gesture. Instead he waits for Obi-Wan to nearly catch up with him before skipping down the hall with a giggle. The living room is full of sunlight and Klaus dances through it, dragging his fingertips lightly across the curtains to send them billowing out behind him.

I guess you’ll have to catch me,” he says as he loops through the kitchen and then makes his way around the sofa towards the cushions that Obi-Wan uses to meditate. His breasts and thighs jiggle a little with each step, and he reaches up to press his hands over his tits as he hops over to stand on a cushion, panting happily as he turns to look at Obi-Wan.

For a moment, all he does it watch. Yes, the body has undeniably changed, and Klaus is now shorter, his hair is longer, his hips have a curve to them they don't usually, besides the obvious changes, of course. He looks entirely unlike himself and yet, in these moments, laughing and skipping down the hall, then moving through the shafts of sun, he is so clearly Klaus that Obi-Wan can't help but watch, smiling fondly.

"Suit yourself," he says finally, as if he couldn't care less if Klaus is cold, then tosses the robe in his direction. It begins to descend far before it reaches Klaus, too flimsy to really be good to throw, and Obi-Wan uses the Force to send it those last few feet, dropping it over Klaus's head.

He smiles innocently.

Klaus was angling for Obi-Wan to chase him, and of course he does no such thing. His mouth and brows turn down into a pout, and when the robe lands on his head, he lets out a huff and stomps his foot.

“You are infuriating,” he says, mostly playful as he slips into the robe and pulls it closed, tying it only because Obi-Wan has lost the privilege of looking at his spectacular tits.

He lifts his chin and strides by Obi-Wan, striding over to the small table by the kitchen and primly taking a seat, tossing his long hair over one shoulder.

“I’d like to be waited on,” he says, managing to keep a straight face. “Treated like a real lady.”

Obi-Wan can't help but grin at Klaus's reaction, his mouth curling up beneath his moustache as he returns to the bedroom for his own robe. He pulls it over his shoulders, then cinches it around his waist before walking back down the hall to the kitchen.

"Have I ever treated you as if you deserve anything less than the world?" he asks, leaning in to press a kiss to Klaus's cheek before he passes behind him and moves to the refrigerator. He retrieves eggs, some cheese to grate, fresh salsa to make some breakfast wraps. Then he puts on another pot of the coffee Klaus likes so much.

"And would the lady like anything besides breakfast and coffee?" he asks.

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