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Anakin guided Obi-Wan to the bed, backing him up until the back of his knees made contact. He didn't push him further. Not because he didn't want to be on the bed - that would be silly now that they were there. But this position had its advantages and they could pause to take them in.

He wrapped one arm around Obi-Wan's waist and pressed their bodies close, he rolled his hips against Obi-Wan's. The other hand was again at the back of of Obi-Wan's neck as he kiss him, this time loosening some of the restraint - a small bite here, there.

His hand at the waist slipped forward and hooked again at the fastener.

"I want this," he said, voice thick with desire. "I want you." In case it needed to be said.

There was a lot happening there. The pressure of the arm behind his back, holding him in place against Anakin. The hand on his neck, making him feel both vulnerable and strangely empowered as he pushed up to both meet the kiss and into Anakin's hand. The sharp edges of teeth that made his breathing fall completely out of any discernible rhythm

...The roll Anakin's hips and the friction that had his vision going dim around the edges and him moaning, just a bit more loudly and pushing back into it. The hand that came forward around his waistband, fingers pressed against his stomach.

Most of all, Anakin's voice. Ask in that voice, with that much raw desire, and Obi-Wan would have given him anything he wanted.

All that and when he settled shakily back to look at Anakin, there was still a hint of tease and a challenge in his eyes when he said, "Anakin. Please." There the start of something that could turn to desperation in his mind, and a tension in his voice that made it sound clipped, emphasizing his accent.

"Obi-Wan!" Anakin hissed.

And he melted, it was the best way to explain how his knees coupled and brought him to the ground. But he didn't go without a fight, on the way down, he took some parting shots at Obi-Wan's collar bone, strunum, and abs. No biting, just fleeting kisses saying goodbye to his ability to stand.

Both hands were rested on the man's trousers' waist or on the belt buckle. His form of retaliating, a posture of supplication. He was already tugging on that belt.

He knew exactly where Anakin - and this - were going and he --

Actually looked every bit as dazed as he felt. Mentally, he was slowly starting to lose coherence, ability to think clearly coming undone. If he noticed it happening he'd fight to get it back, but for the moment he was lost in desire and the precise shade of blue in Anakin's eyes.

He knew that the pause was a question, of some sort. He had to lick his lips and swallow against the dryness in his throat to be able to even manage a one word answer.

And that single word was simply: "Yes", although accompanied by his fingers carding through Anakin's hair.

Anakin's smile was smug, feeling Obi-Wan go from sass to struggling to say a singular word in a matter of seconds was a moment of triumph.

He never took his eyes off Obi-Wan's.

He tugged on the belt, he could manage by feel, and if his hand or arm happened to brush something sensitive in its endeavor to free Obi-Wan's trousers, well...

The fastener of the trousers were next, and Anakin was deliberately slow at this, because that last Please was dirty, and he knew Obi-Wan knew it. They both knew it, and both knew why this was playing out exactly like this.

And there was no need to rush.

His smile faded to something more focused and he took his eyes off Obi-Wan's only briefly when he tugged the man's trousers and underwear down enough to access his cock. He reached up, palming it, rubbing his thumb from the tip down the underside, the manuevor ending with his hand fulling gripping it, then slowly coming back forward.

Anakin stayed at just this motion for now, looking back up to watch Obi-Wan. Feel him in the Force.

He isn't idle while Anakin's slowly peeling him out of the rest of his clothes. He gasps and twitches a little at the occasional brush of Anakin's forearm, because that's a jolt of pure heat breaking into anticipation and breaking into his patience. He strokes his fingers through Anakin's hair, lightly scratches the back of his neck, traces the line of his cheekbone with his thumb.

By the time Anakin has stopped torturing him and finally wrapped a hand around his cock, Obi-Wan's actually shaking. Not from fear, or cold, but just from desire that has no outlet and he doesn't quite know what to do with it.

The look in his eyes goes from intensely focused and warm to something a little bewildered. He deliberately reflects every sensation he feels - from the rush of blood in his ears and thud of his heart against his chest to the precise, almost sharp sensation of Anakin's thumb rubbing across the head of his cock and the slide and pressure that's absolutely perfect when Anakin strokes him. Underneath all that though he is a little bewildered.

Bewildered by the depth of trust, by the intimacy, by his own reactions and just how aroused he is and realizing he is just a little, gently, not unpleasantly, losing control. That he'd like to repeat that please, breathless and not playing with Anakin but because he means it.

Not distressed, just... a little lost.

Anakin reached up his other hand, his metal hand, and took hold of Obi-Wan's free hand. Threading their fingers. Grounding him.

Enjoy this. He encouraged.

Because he was about to do more. And because what Obi-Wan felt, Anakin felt. His goal may have selfish implications. But he was aiming for first, and foremost, at making Obi-Wan feel good.

He leaned forward, brushing his lips against the tip of Obi-Wan's cock. After a few strokes, he opened his mouth, taking him inside.

He needed the grounding. He needed the display of trust. He needed the physical support, because the moment Anakin took him into his mouth, Obi-Wan's eyes rolled back, his knees went weak, and he bit his lower lip so hard he drew blood.

There's still, somehow, some amusement. In being told to enjoy. How could he not? It felt fantastic and it was Anakin.

He also narrowed his focus completely, to that sensation and to pushing it right back into ANakin's mind. That was also grounding.

Anakin accepted that feeling from Obi-Wan because he knew what to do with it, to revel in it, soak it in and let it permeate him. He pulled Obi-Wan with him. Drowning in it felt like flying.

Anakin kept stroking, and each time he drew back, he let his press up against Obi-Wan's cock, ending by following the slit at the tip, and then he was taking him back in again. If he could make Obi-Wan fall back onto the bed with this, he would be amused.

But he was also content to just give this moment to Obi-Wan.

Perhaps not strangely, Anakin reveling in the feeling helped Obi-Wan do the same. Even as the feeling built, and his mind continued to unravel around him and he focused down to existing in a near purely physical way that was just ... not a thing that he allowed himself.

The steady, predictable nature of the rhythm helped, too. He never quite let himself fall back onto the bed, because - well, it wasn't a thing that occurred to him.

The point where he realized he was approaching orgasm startled him badly, he tightened his hand on the back of Anakin's neck and was hoarse and a little desperate when he said, "up and pulled him upward, albeit (mostly) gently.

Enjoy Anakin's mouth? Yes. Climax from it? Appealing, but he actually wanted Anakin closer, and in bed with him, and ideally also coming.

There was a confidence issue in play. Anakin closer was better.

One day, Anakin would resist, because he predicted it would be brilliantly fun.

Today, he did not, though he liked the rough way Obi-Wan tugged at him. They would have to explore that more. Someday. He stood up and gently claimed Obi-Wan's mouth, trying to avoid where Obi-Wan had bitten too hard on himself.

His hand, however, did not leave Obi-Wan's cock. He changed the pace, the intensity, his fingers could become feather light in their touch, but he liked playing with him, feeling all the spikes of pleasure coming back to him.

They could explore anything Anakin liked - later.

At the moment, with those variable touches, the only thing Obi-Wan particularly wanted to explore right now was remembering how to let go of enough control to have an orgasm.

He pulled Anakin into a deeper, rougher, kiss and used a hand on the back of Anakin's neck to pull him into the bed. The hand on him could - should, better - stay on him and moving, but he needed to not be standing up.

Anakin followed, chasing that kiss. And he kept his hand right were it was wanted - where it needed to be - teasingly light with his touch now. Like they'd been situated in the galley, he found himself between Obi-Wan's legs.

He took this opportunity to explore the parts of Obi-Wan he'd given only a glancing kiss before, starting with his collar bone. And that dip in his throat where everything met together. Anakin found he quite like the way Obi-Wan's beard tickled him along his travels.

He was only when he wrapped one leg around the back of Anakin's and wrapped his arms lightly around Anakin with his fingers resting low on Anakin's back, just at his waistband, that he realized Anakin was still wearing pants.

It was only at that point that he realized what Anakin had meant by relax and enjoy (beyond relax and enjoy).

Anakin was going to kill him.

He'd deserve it.

He found the idea scary, for reasons he couldn't quite identify in the moment, but he'd deserve it.

He actually, somehow, laughed aloud, though it was breathless and rough, grabbed Anakin's hair lightly with one hand and used the other to scratch up Anakin's back, just hard enough to raise faint red lines that would fade quickly - and thrust confidently up and into Anakin's hand.

Obi-Wan's nails were sudden, unexpected, but incredibly satisfying. And it completely stopped Anakin in his tracks. It provoked that growl Obi-Wan had been looking for.

They'd settled on a rhythm, one that Anakin led. And Obi-Wan had just taken some initiative and thrown out the beat.

Anakin very deliberately slowed the pace of his hand on Obi-Wan's cock way down, but returned to gripping him.

Anakin pushed himself up back on his heels, looking at Obi-Wan with a mixture of pride - he'd drawn that out of Obi-Wan - and... what? Was he challenging Obi-Wan? He couldn't tell. But he started unfastening his pants, because the game on the bed had changed.

That growl sent another flash of heat flooding through him, in spite of having no clear idea what had just happened.

Anakin sitting back put him out of easy reach and with Anakin's hand around his cock changing that by sitting up seemed unwise, so he settled for trailing his fingers down Anakin's forearm.

He did, however, keep looking back at Anakin. He wasn't sure if he wasn't being challenged or not, but he looked back steadily, regardless, because if it was a challenge he was answering it and if it wasn't he had a very nice view.

There was, in spite of all that, a very minor nudge through the force at Anakin - mentally, not physically - with a sort of... check in. He didn't need to know what happened. He wanted to know they were okay.

Anakin caught that uncertainty from Obi-Wan, and was confused at first, because there was the clear evidence that Anakin was very much still in: his (admittedly not that graceful one handed) undressing.

But he was not unfamiliar with the idea of 'checking in.' Some heat blossomed on his cheeks as he realized he'd hardly done any of that since entering this room.

He reached out with the Force, a gentle push back that he was fine. More than fine! With an undercurrent of apology for not indicating sooner.

Pants undone, he finally let go of Obi-Wan's cock - but with a promise sent through the Force that he would be back. He pushed his pants and underwear down and in no time he was kicking them off behind him.

He could focus back on Obi-Wan. He crawled back up, between his leg. He didn't tease or meander. He wanted a moment to say something earnest.

"I want this," he said, same as before, lowering his hips to Obi-Wan's. "I want you." He moved his hips, a slow need. "I want you to scratch my back." He found Obi-Wan's ear. "Bite me if you want." Force, bite me! He kissed his neck. "And I really, really want to make you come."

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"Thank you," he said, both politely and with feeling.

It wasn't that he thought Anakin was out, it was that he didn't have the experience - with anyone and particularly not this particular person - to be able to read between any lines. The open connection between their minds helped, but only when they remembered to use it for more than sharing sensation.

he should have checked in, found more information, figured out what was going on and -

It didn't matter right now, because once Obi-Wan had a clear understanding of what was wanted and the leverage of 'permission' to do something specific, he was much more solid in all of this.

Anakin naked and on top of him and the heat of skin against his didn't hurt anything either. Especially the fact that their cocks lined up and provided immediate friction and warmth.

Solid weight over him? More grounding, more leverage.

More confidence on all fronts.

He wrapped his leg back around Anakin's, twined around, and lifted the other knee to settle them more firmly together, and moved Solid, strong, not hesitating and combined with his nails dragging down Anakin's back from hip to shoulder, and teeth snapping fairly gently at the line of Anakin's neck.

The next words out of Anakin's mouth, aside from the groan - Thank you, again - were most definitely an expletive from a guttural language Obi-Wan should at least be passingly familiar with. Huttese always, always had the best dirty phrase or curse word for every situation, even sex: especially sex.

If Obi-Wan asked, he'd explain the meanings, but later, when they weren't aligned to this common goal.

The change in Obi-Wan was tangible, his confidence to relax and enjoy what they were doing was incredible to feel coming back to Anakin through the Force.

In turn, Anakin kissed Obi-Wan's mouth in passing when the other man wasn't finding skin to bite, and finding parts of Obi-Wan's neck and shoulders and ears to taste or kiss. And that fucking beard dragging across his skin...

Anakin said dirty things, appreciative things about that beard in Huttese.

He sunk into the feeling of their cocks moving together, building tightness and heat in his groin. And as the tension built, he said less, reach more for Obi-Wan in the Force. For all that he'd kept it together until now, riding each wave of passion until the next arrived. Asking for more. He unraveled relatively quickly.

He offered the thread for Obi-Wan to tug.

Please.

This...

This worked for Obi-Wan, fully and completely. The roughness or gentleness, deliberate or frantic, fast or slow - none of that made a particular amount of difference to Obi-Wan. It was all good.

But doing and feeling the results of that coming back to him through the force, but also feeling, hearing, and being surrounded by it? It was like a circuit closing for him. Not just back and forth but feeding off each other.

He was plenty vocal as the speed and tension between them built, though without getting loud.

He was completely turned on by Huttese coming out of Anakin's mouth - something about the disparity between the guttural nature of the language and Anakin's usual, casual, elegance just got to him.

He kept his hands moving, sometimes dragging nails, sometimes going over the same patch of skin with the flats of his palms, sometimes nipping sharply, sometimes sucking, licking, or biting at whatever happened to be in reach.

And when he felt Anakin building tension, his own was starting to build to a point of being near unbearable. He didn't need a whole lot of encouragement. He dug his fingers into one hip, just hard enough to leave the vague impression of nails without bruising, scraped his nails sharply and quickly down the line of Anakin's spine and bit down on his shoulder. All of it hard, all of it likely painful, but none of it at any risk of being real injury or even leaving marks for more than a few minutes.

Yes.Now.

...that was absolutely a demand, though a surprisingly gentle one.

The nails in his hip, amazing.

The nails down his spine, brilliant.

The teeth in his shoulder, fantastic.

The demand, however, was perfect.

"Obi-Wan!" He was gasping for breath.

At the end, all he could do was show Obi-Wan what he was doing to him, how he'd brought his body to this edge, give all that feeling back to him. And then ask him to jump with him.

Yes and Now were followed instantly by that tight coil of tension in his core springing free. He came, and waves of heat radiated through him and out of him and into the Force. Their stomachs now hot and slick.

He was somehow not at all surprised that the demand worked. If he had enough mental capacity for it, in that moment, he might have even been smug.

As it was, he wasn't all that surprised by Anakin's climax triggering his own, either. Being wrapped up in Anakin like this, with all those feelings surrounding him in a way more intimate and direct than anything purely physical could possibly be, there wasn't much else he could do.

Not that he wanted to.

He let go of Anakin's shoulder at the last possible second to clench jaw, expression on his face actually shifting to something very close to a snarl - teeth bared and all - and shuddered through his own climax.

Every second of those last moments were amazing, Anakin loved it. Like emotional fireworks exploding around them.

He rested his forehead on Obi-Wan's. "That... was amazing." Gratitude and contentment leaked out of him, he couldn't stop his emotions if he tried.

But he was breathless and his arms were starting to wobble. So he slid down a bit so he could rest his head on Obi-Wan's chest, all but collapsing on him. The mess, they could clean up later (in his opinion). He reached for one of Obi-Wan's hand and pulled it do him. Twining their fingers as he was so oft to doing.

For Anakin, this was just as much a part of the experience, basking in the calm that settled in afterwards.

"Do you want to talk or just lie here a while not saying anything?" Some people liked to talk, some didn't. He was interested to see what Obi-wan prefered.

He settled in when Anakin collapsed on him, and used the hand Anakin wasn't holding to trail his fingertips lightly up and down Anakin's back, in aimless and abstract patterns.

The mess could wait.

For now.

"Talk, I think." He closed his eyes, let his breathing settle down some and tried to decide - Well, finally he just asked, quietly and somewhat lazily: "Is asking why you didn't mention being masochistic directly more or less likely to be upsetting than asking for a general over view of your sexual history so I can try to figure out the answers myself?"

Anakin couldn't help from laughing softly. Even enjoyed the just laughing for the moment. But he also enjoyed Obi-Wan's question.

"Neither question is upsetting. But you can't get upset when I talk about my sexual history. That's a door you've opened."

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