"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.
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.
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.
“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.
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."
“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.
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.
Anakin closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the touch of Obi-Wan’s fingers on his back.
“Both,” he sighed, content, and loving every second of this moment. He left his mind open for Obi-Wan, but that was enough for him - he wouldn’t push Obi-Wan to do the same.
He was absolutely not prudish but this is not a conversation he ever expected to be having with anyone and there was a moment where he processed the question.
Then he thought about Satine and burst out laughing in a way that felt particularly good.
"No."
Still amused. Deeply amused.
...SHe was dead. That wasn't funny. The rest of the thought still was.
"But put it on the list right under oral sex." Giving he meant.
He was pretty open to Anakin. Not entirely but fairly, and in a relaxed and warm way.
Force that laugh was good to hear. This was probably the first time Anakin had heard it since he’d arrived. He opened his eye because he wanted to see Obi-Wan this happy.
“It’s on the list then... Anything you want to try?”
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin and for just that moment the future wasn't... what it was. Because this and this potential was in it.
An odd light against dark, maybe, but the one they had.
"All of it. Everything we've done, everything we've discussed, from every angle possible. I also want you to use sex to get your hands wrapped around my wrists." He was not thinking bondage, he's thinking focal points and a thing he enjoys and further... cross-wiring that response.
They’d have to go over safe-words. But they could do that later.
Right now, he just wanted this moment to last and last.
He rolled to his side and moved closer to Obi-Wan, he wanted to touch him, feel his body pressed against his. His hand slid down Obi-Wan’s back, slowly, reverently tracing scars. (A thought occurred to Anakin that he should keep a spray bottle of bacta on hand at all times, just give Obi-Wan a squirt from time to time.)
He leaned in to kiss him gently, there was passion, but it simmered low right then, most of it spent. This was just for connection - to just be close.
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"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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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.
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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."
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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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“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.
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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.
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“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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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."
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“I like the way you say please and thank you.” He finished with giving Obi-Wan a gentle kiss.
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"Yes, and I like you, I assume cursing, in Huttese. Contrast?" he arched his eyebrow a little.
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“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?”
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"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.
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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.”
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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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“Both,” he sighed, content, and loving every second of this moment. He left his mind open for Obi-Wan, but that was enough for him - he wouldn’t push Obi-Wan to do the same.
“Have you ever tried anal sex?”
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Then he thought about Satine and burst out laughing in a way that felt particularly good.
"No."
Still amused. Deeply amused.
...SHe was dead. That wasn't funny. The rest of the thought still was.
"But put it on the list right under oral sex." Giving he meant.
He was pretty open to Anakin. Not entirely but fairly, and in a relaxed and warm way.
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“It’s on the list then... Anything you want to try?”
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An odd light against dark, maybe, but the one they had.
"All of it. Everything we've done, everything we've discussed, from every angle possible. I also want you to use sex to get your hands wrapped around my wrists." He was not thinking bondage, he's thinking focal points and a thing he enjoys and further... cross-wiring that response.
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“We can do that.”
They’d have to go over safe-words. But they could do that later.
Right now, he just wanted this moment to last and last.
He rolled to his side and moved closer to Obi-Wan, he wanted to touch him, feel his body pressed against his. His hand slid down Obi-Wan’s back, slowly, reverently tracing scars. (A thought occurred to Anakin that he should keep a spray bottle of bacta on hand at all times, just give Obi-Wan a squirt from time to time.)
He leaned in to kiss him gently, there was passion, but it simmered low right then, most of it spent. This was just for connection - to just be close.