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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."

Edited 2020-01-16 05:54 (UTC)

"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."

The light trailing fingers paueed, in confusion. "I'm not going to get upset."

Probably. Not because there was one anyway. He wouldn't ask if he knew the content, so it was possible - just unlikely.

"But maybe start with the first question. It sounds shorter." His time is dry, maybe teaeing, but not mean or upset.

"Why didn't I mention it... I didn't think it would come up. Though," Anakin said. "That was very mild masochism."

He softly kissed Obi-Wan's fingers.

"I didn't think you would try it or want to try it. And I don't need it. I like a lot o different sexual activities."

"I am aware that it was very mild." He wasn't offended or upset, just kind of amused both in tone and feeling through the Force. He was inexperienced, not naive - well mostly, and not about sex.

He honestly can't quite decide if Anakin's right about whether he'd want to try it or not, so leaves that for now.

"Why don't you hit the high points of a lot and let me figure out what I'm interested in, so we can avoid future frustration." Which was what he wanted from the history, mostly, though he was generally curious and - seriously not at all likely to get upset about.

But priorities.

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Anakin laughed, because that was a very Obi-Wan thing to say. Know every scenario so they could never be frustrated. It was entirely endearing, if impossible.

“I like what we just did.” He was trying to remember the right words that were used in this universes. “I want to make you climax with my mouth and hands, I want you to do the same to me. How do feel about that?”

That was not a comprehensive list, but he was going to treat this like a dialogue.

It was absolutely impossible.

He was fine with dialogue. This conversation, in particular, was both useful and an escape from--

An escape.

"I feel," he said, with dry and self-depreciating humor, "that current evidence suggests that 'relax and enjoy' probably leaves too much.... space in my head to be completely tenable as something that leads to climax." Yes, he absolutely was mocking himself, but - "Otherwise, it sounds wonderful."

...Don't worry he'd mock Anakin's response to manners (gently) shortly.

Edited 2020-01-16 17:05 (UTC)

“Of course your measure is perfection,” Anakin snorted.

“Obi-Wan, you were perfect. Because with sex, the only thing that matters is that everyone who’s there wants to be there and is having a good time. You did relax and enjoy yourself. I enjoyed myself.” And he nudged through the Force fleeting recaps of the things Obi-Wan had done to him that helped him enjoy himself.

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Well.

That was....

Uncomfortable.

Not upsetting, not distressing, it didn't even inspire any particular emotion that was unpleasant. It was just uncomfortable.

Something about the nature of ...reassuring praise - the perfectionism snark was more than valid and fair - or directness of it.

He blinked slowly a couple of times and then shook his head minutely, sort of redirecting his focus around whatever Jedi Induced hangup that was, and moved on

He took some of the information given to him to do so. "It isn't as though it's particularly hard for you to enjoy yourself. Apparently, you really enjoy please and thank you."

Obi-Wan’s inability to take the praise was a bit heartbreaking, prompting Anakin to shift up so he could look at Obi-Wan.

“I like the way you say please and thank you.” He finished with giving Obi-Wan a gentle kiss.

He put his hand on Anakin's jaw, and returned the kiss softly, then pulled back.

"Yes, and I like you, I assume cursing, in Huttese. Contrast?" he arched his eyebrow a little.

Anakin grinned, confirming Obi-Wan’s guess.

“It’s a very expressive language.” He repositioned himself does that he was laying on his side next to Obi-Wan, head propped up on his hand. With his other hand he started tracing gentle shapes on Obi-Wan’s chest.

“What else did you like?”

All right, with Anakin no longer on top of him - now being sticky is a situation he wants to rectify, immediately if not sooner.

"Your response to hearing please and thank you. You being close. The lack of... mental defenses. And teeth. I'll be right back, this is unbearable."

The sticky, not the conversation.

It only took a half a second to understand what Obi-Wan meant. Anakin could help being amused. All these mannerism in this context... so very much endearing.

He waited until Obi-Wan was done (luxury ship it was, but the bathroom was still a bit small for two people to use comfortably at the same time), and then got up himself to do the same thing. As much as he’d find it amusing, Obi-Wan would not appreciate Anakin getting him sticky again after he’d made himself unsticky.

When he returned to the bed, he crawled up next to Obi-Wan, laying on his stomach and rested his head on crossed arms.

“So you like a little masochism, too.” Responding to the ‘teeth’ comment. “There’s more I want to try with you.”

He rolled onto his side to face Anakin and trailed his fingers lightly over the scars on Anakin's back. Not quite tracing, but going from unmarred skin to scarring and back again.

Partially for appreciation of Anakin not getting him sticky again immediately. He would have been irritated. He might even have bothered to put clothes on to avoid it.

He grins, very slightly but it is at least a grin. "I like focal points. Pain qualifies. Tell me what else you want to try with me. Or is that a general statement?"

Somehow the phrasing 'try' was... reassuring? Maybe he'd get around to truly seeing this as experimentation.

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