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Obi-Wan was not the sort of man to shirk from something he was frightened of but this latest development was vexing and troubling to him. Upon encountering the door that, apparently, changed his gender he had tried on several occasions (under a cloak, mind) to change it back. His new form wasn't exactly displeasing in any way but it wasn't his and therefore it was a problem that had to be addressed.

Or, barring that, one to drown in alcohol until he was so drunk that he could forget about it. Since the former hadn't worked and he didn't have enough access to scientific equipment to work on changing his current nature, alcohol was simply going to have to numb his brain until he could find the strength to face his current situation.

He guessed the one saving grace of Jedi garb was the fact that it was intentionally gender neutral. Aside from size, his robes and tunics were exactly the same as those that would have been provided to a female knight and he felt like he would simply dress in them until the situation corrected itself; Obi-Wan was not keen on the idea of having to seek out a dress to wear while temporarily in possession of breasts.

He tried to think about how Qui-Gon would approach this situation through the living Force but everything was coming up blank. "Qui-Gon probably would have laughed and found someone to spend the day with," he muttered, staring at his woefully-empty glass. He lifted it to get the bartender to pour him another and pulled his cloak around him a little tighter, hoping to avoid notice.

Obi-Wan wasn't entirely sure that this was the most productive course of action.

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Chase likes it, sure, but there's a part of him that's grown kind of attached to Obi-Wan's normal form, not that he's leaping forward to admit that because it feels like conceding to wanting something steady and routine and that's usually the first step towards his heart getting broken. So instead of answering, he takes the cue and starts to move a little faster, easing his thumb down below to rub as he pushes in, gentle circles to try and help bring him off faster.

Obi-Wan had no idea that this was how it felt for a woman. If he had, he thought he might have been a bit more mindful of their needs in bed than he already was.

"More...more of that. Please, more of that?"

Chase smirks from where he's still pushing inside, but rather than keep up that rhythm, he slides out and replaces it with his mouth because it's not like he's out of practice, but it always helps to keep these talents fresh, so to speak. And besides, there's a touch of devotion and care to this that isn't in the fucking, a way he can offer real pleasure.

Obi-Wan had done this before on the giving end but receiving it was something else entirely. It was different than in his normal body, more focused and more intense and it was entirely too much to handle. He fisted his hands in the sheets and rocked his hips up toward Chase's mouth.

"Don't you dare stop."

Pleased he's kept his cheeks clean (they're probably not at that daring a place yet), Chase keeps at what he's been doing, eager to keep going and give Obi-Wan exactly what he wants. He only eases back when his jaw needs a bit of stretch. "You ever do this for a woman?" he wonders.

"Yeah," Obi-Wan said lazily. Easing off made it enough where he could get the words out but he still felt like his body was humming with a sort of crystal resonance he'd never really felt before now.

"They always seemed to like it. Now I know why that is." He tipped his thighs open a bit wider, inviting. "I always liked doing it."

Chase moves back to his task at hand, a slow and steady rhythm helping to keep him working. He knows exactly what to do, now, but he knows he must be patient and that it's not as quick as bringing a man off, not really. He presses the odd kiss to the inside of Obi-Wan's thigh, just a soft little thing, something more affectionate than needs be in this situation.

It honestly did not take so long as all that. A little longer, yes, but Chase knew what he was about and Obi-Wan was so riled from how different it felt that the orgasm took him by surprise.

"Right...right there. Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Whatever the lady (or gentleman or whatever description works in this case) wants, Chase thinks, steadily continuing and trying to lap up as much as he can, steady and devoted to bringing him through this properly. "Good?" he murmurs when he's all said and done, and achingly hard now, himself.

"Beyond good," Obi-Wan said hazily, dimly thinking to himself that he sounded dreamy and absurdly feminine.

"Come here," he said, reaching for Chase. "I want you."

Chase grins as he pushes in closer and slides his hands slowly over whatever part of Obi-Wan's body he can get to, eager for it more than anything. "This sort of want?" he checks, kissing down that temporarily feminine torso.

"No, I want you in me." It was a bit forceful and sounded a bit harsh in his temporarily feminine voice but Obi-Wan had ceased to care. He wanted this more than he wanted his next breath and he had reached the end of his patience with the teasing.

"Now?"

Chase laughs warmly and grins as he bears down, reaching for another condom so he can prepare himself, breathing in slow and deep as he leans in to kiss him deeply, slipping his hand lower so he can nudge Obi-Wan's thighs aside, eager to be surrounded by that heat again. "This?" he gets out breathlessly. "Just like this?"

"Just like that," Obi-Wan said, letting his thighs tip apart and sliding his hands up to play in Chase's hair.

"As much as I like it normally, there's something...good about being filled up like this."

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"Maybe you can figure out where that door is," Chase murmurs, kissing up and down Obi-Wan's neck, admiring the amazing lines of it. "And anytime you want to feel filled up and good," he murmurs, rocking into him, "you can go back to it." He's not sure he's ready for this to be permanent, but it definitely might be an interesting change.

"You don't mind?" Obi-Wan was fairly concerned about Chase's opinion on the matter since he had no other partner at the moment. Their relationship was still technically open, he supposed, but he hadn't found anyone else he wanted to take into bed aside from Chase and was rapidly thinking that even if he did, he wouldn't want to.

It might become an issue.

"You know I go both ways, clearly," Chase murmurs, giving him (or her?) a fond smile even as he buries that smile into a kiss to avoid allowing himself to look a little too fond. He slides in a little closer to Obi-Wan and groans when it feels like bliss as he slides into that warm, inviting heat, letting out a mild sob for the pleasure of it all.

"God," he gets out, blasphemously and not minding a bit.

"Clearly," Obi-Wan murmured back, digging his nails into Chase's back a little. He could tell he was close even if it was different from this side of things.

"C'mon, then. Come for me?"

The order combined with where he is and how he feels is enough to get him to fall over the edge, letting out a splintered and broken cry, burying his face into her throat because it's about all he can find the energy to do right now.

Breathlessly, he lets out a soft sound like a whimper, still rocking his hips forward.

Obi-Wan stretched beneath him, letting out an utterly satisfied little sound. It felt good and it's the best he's felt in bed with anyone in a long time. Novel, yes, but also very sweet.

"Stay for a little while?"

Chase doesn't need to be convinced. He wraps his arms around Obi-Wan's waist and buries his sweaty forehead into her neck, nodding and scrambling to get the blankets to cover the both of them. "Don't think I'm going anywhere for a while," he promises, fighting back his yawn as he gets comfortable, not meaning to shift out for a little.

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