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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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“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?"

"I know that you will," Klaus replies, breath stuttering a little at that swipe of tongue. He knows that his time with this body is limited, and while he's eager to get back to normal, he also wants to cherish every second of this. Their bodies fit together perfectly, no matter what shape they're in, and how many couples can find that out? They're lucky.

"No lower back, though," Klaus says, chuckling a little as he spreads his thighs wider. "I'm trashy enough already without a tramp stamp."

Obi-Wan moves again, this time close enough to his cunt that Klaus can feel his warm breath against him like a tease. Klaus sides his fingers into Obi-Wan's hair again, tugging at it, and then lets out another soft, shaky chuckle at the question.

"As many times as you can," he breathes out, pulling Obi-Wan a little closer and trying to resist the urge to grind his cunt into Obi-Wan's face. "But I think four would beat the record. If you're up for it."

"Oh, I think we can manage that," Obi-Wan answers as he slides his hand up Klaus's thigh. With a grin directed up the length of Klaus's body, Obi-Wan uses his fingers, parting Klaus, then ducks his head to press a long, slow kiss to his clit. He's taking his time, building this up, because they'd had their rushed moment earlier. Now he wants to see how long he can drag this out.

Truly, how many times he can make Klaus come.

His tongue flicks out, moving across heated skin, tasting Klaus, and then he sinks one finger inside of him. Pumping slowly, he pulls back and adds a second fingers, then uses his tongue at the same time, teasing at Klaus's clit as his fingers fuck into him.

The grin on Obi-Wan's face is full of promise, and just a little filthy. That alone makes Klaus give another shiver, even before Obi-Wan's lips are pursed around Klaus's clit in a kiss. He gives a little whimper, hips twitching slightly at the contact.

"Oh, I don't know. I might try to make it a challenge," Klaus breathes out, as if he isn't already arching his back at the press of a finger, gasping at the flick of a tongue. Obi-Wan starts to lick at him, fucking him with his fingers, and Klaus moans as he twists his fingers in the sheets, legs open wide.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he groans out, because while he's never gotten his cunt eaten out by anyone else, he can still recognize skill. He knows how to use his tongue, how to crook his fingers, and Klaus smiles as he imagines Obi-Wan's head between the legs of some beautiful exotic alien woman on a spaceship in an outer galaxy somewhere. "Fuck, sweetheart, so good. Can I have another finger?"

Although there had been no practice in this particular skill in some time, Obi-Wan likes to think he still knows what he’s doing. And Klaus’s reaction supports that conviction, a thought that makes him smile, even as he presses his face against Klaus, licking and sucking.

At the request, he draws his fingers back, then adds a third, stretching Klaus gently. When Klaus’s body relaxes, when the tightness of his muscles eases off, he pushes his fingers deeper, fucks him a little harder, his tongue working at the same time.

He thinks he could do this all evening. His eyes close and he hums softly, enjoying every last moment of this.

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There’s the slightest pinch at the stretch of a third finger, but it’s gone almost in an instant and Klaus is left with an exquisite sort of pressure. He likes having Obi-Wan taking up room inside of his body, and for a moment he’s tempted to see how far they could go with this, too.

Instead he’s distracted by the relentless lap of Obi-Wan’s tongue against his clit, and arches his back with a loud, appreciative moan. Obi-Wan settles in as if he would be truly content doing this all night, like he’d keep his face buried between his legs until the sun comes up.

So, Klaus lets him do just that. For a while, at least. He loses track of time as he lets the pleasure build and build until he can feel it everywhere, until he’s panting and whimpering, thighs flexing as he tries to stave off an orgasm. He gets close, dancing right on the edge of it, and his hips jerk as he pulls back from it again.

He lets it build until it’s almost too much, and then Obi-Wan’s clever fingers thrust in hard against that perfect spot inside of him and he’s done, unable to hold back. He comes with a loud, almost startled cry, hips jerking as a hot gush of liquid leaks out against Obi-Wan’s chin.

It goes on and on and it feels so good that he laughs, nearly euphoric as his fingers twist in Obi-Wan’s hair.

“Setting a high bar,” he gasps out, squeezing Obi-Wan’s head playfully between his thighs for a moment before letting go.

The human body -- well, not only human, but in this scenario there's really only one body Obi-Wan is focused on -- is truly incredible. He breathes through Klaus's orgasm, taking the ride with him, making sure not to let up until something in way Klaus moves indicates he ought to and only then does he pull back. His beard is wet and he wipes one hand at his face with a small grin, then kisses Klaus's thigh again with just a hint of teeth.

"Well, wouldn't want to begin with a disappointment," he teases.

He's still partially dressed, something he realizes only now, but he had been much too focused on Klaus to give any thought to what he is or isn't wearing. Now, though, Obi-Wan reaches down and eases himself out of his undergarments with a soft moan.

Obi-Wan’s fingers shine in the low light as he wipes at his wet chin, and the sight is so beautifully obscene that Klaus gives another little tremble, cunt clenching greedily around nothing.

“I don’t think you could disappoint me if you tried,” Klaus breathes out, because not only is Obi-Wan terribly good at this, he is also just good. Too good a man for Klaus, surely, but he’s not going to argue with what Obi-Wan wants. And Obi wants him. Isn’t that something?

Klaus lifts his head to watch as Obi-Wan takes his cock out, feeling his mouth water slightly at the sight of it, big and thick and flushed pink.

“You have the prettiest cock,” Klaus assures him, sliding one hand down between his legs, lifting them with bent knees as he gathers slick on his fingertips and then presses back further, rubbing at his asshole with delicate little fingers. “Mm, I want it in me, right here.”

The sight is undeniably arousing, but Obi-Wan is still a Jedi, and is more than capable of pulling himself back from his arousal so that he might do this properly. Under no circumstances is he willing to hurt Klaus, no matter how badly he might want him.

"And you'll have it," he promises as he reaches for their lubricant. He spreads a generous amount onto his fingers, then nudges Klaus's fingers, replacing them with his own. Klaus's fingers may also be slick, but Obi-Wan is taking no chances at all.

He's careful, easing one finger inside of Klaus's body, the tight muscle almost pulling him in as he goes. It feels different from how Klaus usually does, which somehow both is and isn't a surprise at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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