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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 think I have an idea," Obi-Wan answers as he slips his arms around Klaus in turn. He presses his face into the curve of Klaus's shoulder, breathing him in, then smiles. "Because I love you, too, a rather absurd amount."

When he pulls back, it's to gently pull Klaus's jacket off so he can help him slip the dress back into place. The undergarments remain in the pocket of his robe, however, and he has no intention of handing them over, even as he helps Klaus back into his jacket.

"There," he says, then begins to fasten his trousers. "We're practically presentable."

Klaus feels as if he's floating, and then he realizes that he is. His toes are hovering an inch or so above the ground as Obi-Wan so tenderly helps Klaus's arms through the straps of his dress and helps him into his coat.

He very deliberately doesn't hand his panties back over, and Klaus finds that sexy and sweet at the same time, which is a line that Obi-Wan walks so wonderfully.

"Practically presentable," he repeats as his feet go back to the floor and he ties his jacket shut, tipping his head up to draw Obi-Wan into another fond, lingering kiss. Klaus pulls back and holds a finger to his lips as he turns to crack the door open, peeking out to take a look. The hallway is still empty, movie still going, so he pushes the door open and takes Obi-Wan's hand, leading him out into the hall. "Can you get us a car, darling? I think that I'd like to go home now."

"We're not going to finish the film?" Obi-Wan asks in a faux-wondering voice, though he's already retrieving his phone from the other pocket of his robe and opening the application he needs to order a car. There are still times when he thinks he ought to learn how to drive, given how much it seems like flying, albeit on land instead of the air, but there is so much convenience here in Darrow that he's never needed to.

"Pity, I wanted to see how it ended," he teases, the car ordered. He tucks his phone away once more and leads Klaus to the front of the movie theatre. The lobby is quiet now that the film has started and there are very few people about, with the exception of the bored looking teenager at the concessions stand.

"Good evening," Obi-Wan says pleasantly as they walk by.

“We already had a happier ending than they did,” Klaus quips as he walks alongside Obi-Wan, hanging onto his arm because his knees are still a little weak. Obi-Wan greets the employees in his gentlemanly way, calm and polite like he didn’t just fail someone in their mop closet, and Klaus gazes up at him adoringly.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” Klaus calls out cheerfully, waving as Obi-Wan opens the door and leads him outside. The cold air is a bit of a shock against his heated skin, and he’s reminded that he isn’t wearing any underwear, and that he’s sticky and wet between his legs, and another flush of arousal tips through him. Wow, this body just can’t get enough.

It doesn’t take long for the car to arrive, and Klaus greets the driver as Obi-Wan slides in next to him. As Obi confirms their address, Klaus takes his hand and places it on his knee, tipping his head over almost innocently onto the man’s shoulder.

Less innocent is the way that he slides Obi-Wan’s hand slowly up the inside of his thigh, up under the silky hem of his dress.

“I hope there isn’t traffic,” he says casually to the driver. “I can’t wait to be home.”

"You behave," Obi-Wan chides with a small smile he tries to hide. The driver is the consummate professional, however, and he doesn't even glance in the rearview mirror at them, instead just setting himself along the route.

"We're not far from home," he says to Klaus, squeezing his knee gently, and although Klaus has pushes his hand up a little higher on his thigh, Obi-Wan keeps it where it is. For now.

His fingers drum gently against Klaus's bare skin, though, then sweep back and forth, a light touch meant to tease.

When Obi-Wan shuts him down, Klaus huffs and slumps against Obi-Wan's side, but he doesn't push the issue. Instead he takes a breath and nods a little at Obi-Wan's quiet assurance, because he can wait. For now.

He closes his eyes and focuses on the rumble of the car beneath them, the sounds passing by, and the gentle touch of Obi-Wan's fingers against his skin. A content sigh escapes him and he lets go of Obi-Wan's hand to curl his fingers around the man's wrist instead, thumb swiping across the knob of bone.

"You behave," he murmurs as Obi-Wan's hand glides back and forth, turning his head to press his smile against Obi-Wan's shoulder. Fuck, he's happy. It strikes him over and over again, and he hopes that he never gets used to it.

“I’m very well behaved,” Obi-Wan answers. “A perfect gentleman.”

He’s smiling, though, even as the car pulls up to their apartment, and Obi-Wan ducks his head to press a kiss to Klaus’s cheek.

“We’re here,” he says, even though he knows Klaus can see it well for himself. The payment takes care of itself with the app and Obi-Wan takes Klaus by the hand and pulls him gently from the car. “Home sweet home.”

"You really are, though," Klaus assures him, because Obi-Wan has never made him feel fearful, disrespected, or cast aside. He is always thinking of Klaus's feelings, always making him feel seen and heard, and to Klaus, that's what a gentleman is.

"Home sweet home," he repeats as he squeezes Obi-Wan's hand, and it really does feel like home as they step into the familiar lobby. In that moment, Klaus feels very lucky. He has two homes that he feels safe in, and he feels at home with more than one person. He has family.

The elevator doors slide open and Klaus follows Obi-Wan in, feeling content and relaxed, smiling dreamily as he gently presses Obi-Wan back against the wall of the elevator.

"So, did I tire you out, or do you think that you could go another round?" Klaus teases, smiling up at Obi-Wan and briefly touching the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth. "Because I do have a request now that we're headed someplace private."

“Do you?” Obi-Wan asks, an eyebrow arching as he leans back against the wall, his hands upon Klaus’s waist. “I suppose I might be able to find the motivation for more of our… activities.”

His tone is teasing, along with his smile, because he has absolutely no doubt he’ll be able to ‘go another round’, as Klaus has put it. Klaus does that to him, makes him feel things he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

“What might that request be?” he asks, voice low as he leans to speak against Klaus’s ear. “Or is it too naughty to tell me outside of our place?”

"Mm, well, it is quite naughty," Klaus whispers back in a playful simper, humming as he tips his head to the side to feel Obi-Wan's beard against the sensitive skin of his neck. "I'll tell you inside."

It's not as if he has any problem asking for terribly naughty things in public, but he just wants to be inside faster. They've had to pull apart so many times tonight, and Klaus wants to get where them where they won't have to let go again.

The elevator doors open and Klaus leads him to the apartment and through the front door, where he turns to lock it with a satisfying click. At last.

Klaus steps out of his shoes and pulls off his jacket, dragging the straps his dress down his shoulders so he can pull his arms out of both. His dress falls down around his waist again and he slowly approaches Obi-Wan, pressing his small hands to Obi's chest and sliding them upward.

"As much as I've loved having you in my cunt these past few days," he begins in a low, seductive tone, fingers curling over Obi-Wan's shoulders. "I'm thinking that I want your cock in my ass while I'm still like this, after you open me up real slow."

Klaus has an ease with his body Obi-Wan has rarely seen it anyone else. Even in this body, one he barely knows, there's a sense of simply accepting and belonging, and Obi-Wan watches with a bit of awe in his expression as Klaus moves, partially undressing, and then pressing against him.

His hands slide around his body, pressing to the small of his back, and he smiles at the request, eyes bright.

"Oh, I think that could be arranged," he promises in a low voice before he ducks his head to catch Klaus's mouth in another deep kiss. He walks them back at the same time, feeling his way along the hall with ease, then pushes them into the bedroom. The door creaks open with a wave of his hand, moved by the Force, and then sheets on the bed turn back to welcome them.

There is more to Klaus's request, but he lets himself be kissed, dragged back towards the bedroom. He isn't sure if he's floating or just hanging from Obi-Wan's neck, too focused on sucking on the man's tongue to give it much thought. He pulls back to breathe just in time to see Obi-Wan's outstretched hand, two fingers extended, and then the sheets pull back from the bed. The casual display of power makes Klaus feel a strong pulse of arousal between his legs.

"Mm, one more thing," he says as pulls away, skipping over to the nightstand as he unzips his dress. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving him completely bare aside from the dog tags hanging between his breasts. He extracts a black velvet pouch from the drawer and turns back to Obi-Wan with a sly grin, holding it up in front of his face as he comes to stand next to the bed.

"Once you're inside me," he says as he tosses himself back onto the bed and positions himself seductively, knees drawing up as he opens the velvet bag and extracts a smooth purple vibrator. He touches the tip of it to his chest, slowing dragging it downward as he looks over at Obi-Wan. "I thought maybe you could fuck me with this, too. Maybe see how many times you can make me come. What's the record for a day since I've been like this. Six?"

Despite their rather active and, Obi-Wan would say, adventurous sex life, Klaus still somehow manages to make him blush. The pink rises up under his beard and across his cheeks, then his ears, and he feels suddenly hot beneath his clothing.

"My, my," he says in a hoarse voice. "You are always full of surprises, aren't you?"

He loves it so much. He loves that Klaus puts so much thought into their time together, even if it might not be what he would have done before they met one another. He smiles beneath his moustache and nods, still almost at a loss for words. A hard thing for anyone to accomplish with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Color rises to Obi-Wan's freckled cheeks and Klaus grins, feeling aroused and fond, so deeply in love. He never thought he could want to be railed by someone and find them adorable at the same time, but he does.

"I like to keep things interesting," he says with a pleased giggle, spreading out on the bed and gesturing for Obi-Wan to come closer. "But so do you. Keeping my panties, hm? How naughty."

Obi-Wan is smiling and blushing and staring at Klaus like he's the best thing he's ever seen, and it makes him feel like he's glowing from the inside out, so he lifts his arms out to urge him onto the bed. "Come here, darling."

"Well, it just seemed to make the most sense," Obi-Wan protests, even though he's laughing, too. "Wouldn't it have been much more effort to put them back on?"

As he speaks, he's crawling onto the bed, still dressed, to join Klaus. He settles between Klaus's thighs and leans down, putting most of his weight on one forearm he braces on the mattress beside Klaus. Then he smiles, still just looking at Klaus, at the familiar eyes looking back at him, even though the body has changed.

"What a strange and wonderful life we have here," he says, then ducks his head to kiss Klaus's mouth, his chin, the edge of his jaw.

"I've become something of a fan," Klaus replies, grinning as he tips his head back to make room for Obi-Wan's questing mouth. The weight of him is warm and heavy in a comforting way, and Klaus draws his knees up on either side of Obi-Wan's hips.

"You've spoiled me," he adds as he reaches up to stretch his arms up over his head, offering himself up for more kisses. He's teasing, but it's also kind of true. Klaus is spoiled in so many ways just because he's somehow, against all odds, captured this wonderful man's attention. "I have to be treated like this for the rest of my life."

Again, his tone is light, but there's an admission in it, too. He doesn't ever want this to end. Sometimes it startles him to think it, but he could stay here, just like this, and be happy for all the days he has left.

"Hm, well, I suppose I'll just have to make sure that happens," Obi-Wan murmurs in a distracted tone, although he's anything but. "Nothing to be done about it now. Once a man is spoiled, he always will be."

He doesn't believe Klaus is at all spoiled, doesn't believe his attention is anything overly special, something to be coveted. It just so happens they've found themselves together in a scenario that works wonderfully for them both, a life in which they're content and comfortable. Obi-Wan is grateful for that and he will do everything in his power to make sure he really can do this for as long as Klaus wants.

His lips slide along Klaus's throat, down toward the sharp line of his collarbones. He presses a kiss to the swell of one breast, cupping it in his hand at the same time, his thumb sweeping over the nipple.

“Sounds like we’re on the same page,” Klaus says with a smile, sliding his hands up Obi-Wan’s back and dragging his shirt up. He pauses before pulling it up and off, only because Obi-Wan kisses a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. That, along with Obi-Wan’s thumb on his nipple, which is still a little raw from being toyed with at the theater. It only heightens the sensation now, and Klaus lets out a little whimper as his toes curl.

“Your mouth is insane,” he murmurs, laughing a little as he finally pulls Obi-Wan’s shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Their bodies press together and Klaus hums, wrapping his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist, heels tugging at his jeans. “All of you is so hot.”

He chuckles again and lifts his hands to cup Obi-Wan’s face, pulling him into a firm kiss.

"I do believe you're rather biased," Obi-Wan points out as he helps Klaus undress him, shaking the shirt off and onto the floor, then undoing the belt of his trousers. He shifts his hips and uses one hand to push them down, then kicks them off the rest of the way, leaving him in the undergarments Klaus has given him, the ones he calls boxer-briefs, Obi-Wan thinks.

He doesn't much worry what things are called, just whether or not they're comfortable, and these ones very much are.

"Now you on the other hand," he murmurs, sliding one hand down Klaus's body. "You are spectacular."

“Not biased, just experienced,” Klaus says, because he isn’t going to shy away from how he used to be. He isn’t ashamed of it, and he knows Obi-Wan isn’t jealous. They’ve both been with other people, loved other people, before they found each other. “And no one comes close to you.”

Obi-Wan undresses and Klaus touches parts of him as they’re bared, gliding his small hands across warm skin. His underwear is still on and Klaus nearly complains, but then Obi-Wan slides his hand down the center of Klaus’s body, between his breasts and over his ribs, along the dip of his stomach, and it makes him shiver with delight, thighs clenching around Obi-Wan’s hips.

“Mm, I love the sound of your voice,” he purrs out, giving Obi-Wan a cheeky smile as he reaches up to put his hands on the man’s shoulders. “Especially when you’re complimenting me. Do it some more.”

"Your skin is absurdly soft and smooth," he murmurs, kissing the valley between Klaus's breasts. "And you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Your smile is infectious and your legs, regardless of body, are terribly lovely."

To emphasize his point, Obi-Wan slips his hand under Klaus's knee and lifts his leg, turning his head swiftly to kiss the inside of his thigh.

"The way your tattoos stand out against your skin is truly art," he murmurs, lips still brushing Klaus's thigh. "Eye catching."

Klaus beams through it all, smile wide as he relaxes back against the bed, listening to Obi-Wan's every word. He is no stranger to compliments, but Obi-Wan's are so genuine. He never says anything that he doesn't mean. Hearing them makes him feel a little vulnerable, but he's come to learn that it doesn't always have to be a bad thing.

"So spoiled," he teases again, but there's the slightest tremor in his voice that gives away how affected he is by being seen.

"I want to get one for you," Klaus says suddenly, realizing in the moment just how much he means it. "A tattoo. Mm, something with a constellation," he drawls out dreamily, lifting his feet to rest them on Obi-Wan's shoulders, shivering at the brush of lips and beard against his thighs. "Because when I think of you, I think of the stars."

He lifts his arm to draw an arc in the air above him, still smiling as he rests his palm against the back of Obi-Wan's head. "The sky. Endless possibilities."

Klaus's words are beautiful, like poetry, and Obi-Wan smiles against his skin, then kisses the inside of his thigh once more. He nuzzles his cheek against that soft skin, then bites softly, not hard enough to leave a mark, but because he wants to, he wants to have something of Klaus physically between his teeth for just a moment. It isn't a possessive act, but a reminder of how real he is, how solid and precious and wonderful.

"I think that's a lovely idea," he answers. "May I go with you when you get it done?"

He doesn't think he would care for one himself, not because he doesn't like how they look or because of the pain, just because he isn't even sure what he might get. But he would very much like to be there when Klaus gets his done in order to share the experience with him.

"Of course. I want you there," Klaus murmurs, wrinkling his nose happily as Obi-Wan's teeth press into the meat of his thigh. It sends a zip of pleasure through him and he slides his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair, giving it a playful tug. "Is that where you want it, hm? On my thigh?"

He's wet between his legs, pulsing with arousal, but he doesn't feel in any rush. He enjoys their banter, and the slow burn build up of Obi-Wan's beard against his skin.

"I think I'd like you to pick the spot," he drawls out, and it's not because he wants it to be a mark of ownership. Despite not wanting to be tied down, he likes having evidence of who he loves on his skin, and Obi-Wan is art unlike anything else he's ever known.

For some reason, despite all else Klaus has said and offered him, Obi-Wan hadn't expected that and he's still for a moment, allowing himself to bask in the meaning of such an offer. It's significant, a display of trust, and he means to treat it as the true gift it is.

"I will give it the careful consideration it deserves," he promises just before he licks the crease of Klaus's thigh, pressing his nose to his skin and breathing him in.

"Now," he murmurs, head tilted just enough that his breath slips over Klaus's heated skin. He can smell him, practically taste him, and Obi-Wan's cock gives a twitch of arousal. "How many times was it you wanted me to make you come?"

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