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He went easily with the tug, and had zero objects to either being held or the fairly obvious corollary of being held (and holding) in a bed.

He wove his fingers through Anakin's, just a little distracted, as he made his way back toward the cabin they used most.

"You're worry is starting to worry me," he admitted.

Just inside the cabin, Anakin let the door closed and then leaned back into it, pulling Obi-Wan close, pinning himself. He liked this.

"I'm worried about you," he said, a small smile. "Stop being so worry-able," it was a word he made up, on the spot, "And I will worry less... You weren't meant to be a killer- you're very good at it," it didn't frighten Anakin as much as it surprised him, "But you were meant to be... like a curator at a museum full of old things."

"No need to add insult to injury by being bad at it."

He kissed Anakin, slow and deep and slid his hands under Anakin's tunic at his waist and continued to push his hands upward against skin. He only broke the kiss when he needed to pull the tunic over Anakin's head.

"I can't even imagine what having to hack at people would do to me."

His speech is pretty slow, but there is no hesitation in his hands. Though he does toss the tunic onto the top of a small dresser rather than the floor.

Anakin fell into that kiss, warming quickly to Obi-Wan's touch. There was no resistance to the removal of his shirt.

"This is the best bedroom talk," he said, clearly sarcastic. "I don't know why I started it."

So he decided to switch things up. He noted Obi-Wan's aim and raised an eyebrow.

"Why do we bother getting dressed on the flight home?"

"The answer to that isn't better bedroom talk. Maybe we should save the moment by doing and worrying about conversation later."

He ducked his head to the side, and grabbed Anakin's earlobe in his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.

Obi-Wan's mistake was not giving Anakin's mouth something to do. So while he soaked in the pleasure of Obi-Wan's teeth, Anakin had the ability to say, "Mmm... Is it because you like making me go through the process of undressing you?"

His hands were doing their own exploring, but he decided to deviate from Obi-Wan's example. He slipped a hand down the back of Obi-Wan's pants, and found good purchase for his nails.

They've done this enough by now for Obi-Wan to be pretty damn confident in the act and with Anakin. He's also learned by now that he can absolutely use sex to claw himself back to life, when he doesn't have enough of... himself left to make anything else work.

He is also a perfectionist who's greatest skill is learning, and learning quickly.

So there's no real hesitation involved in this, right now.

"Other way around." Well, no, not really but he's going with it.

There is a sudden jolt of heat at Anakin's nails digging and heat of a palm against skin, and he ducks his head to the side and bites down on Anakin's neck. Still not going to draw blood, but that one might actually leave a bruise.

And it is absolutely a challenge, even if what's under that challenge is a much steadier, quieter, kind of desperation.

If Obi-Wan had wanted the immediate "Ah!" followed by the sharp intake of breath, he certainly got that from Anakin. Anakin tensed at the bite but then instantly relaxed into it.

He knew this flavor of foreplay, they have done this enough times by now that Anakin knew what was behind that bite and just what kind of sex this would be. He could tell the difference between Obi-Wan's playful sex, and the kind that seemed to be just about the only lifesaver Obi-Wan was clinging to. This was the latter.

Anakin changed tactics.

His hand cupped the back of Obi-Wan's neck and he unchastely claimed his mouth.

He took his hand out of the back of Obi-Wan's pants and moved it forward, finding the hard press of Obi-Wan cock and palming it through the fabric.

He rolled his hips and pressed into Anakin's hand, but he also went from biting Anakin's neck to gentling and pressing a kiss over the bite-mark.

He wasn't unaware that Anakin was perfectly aware of what Obi-Wan was doing, and trying to meet that need. That as much as the killing and everything that came before killed him. He was going to keep dying in inches until -

He closed his eyes tightly, swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

He pulled back to look at Anakin.

"Let's try you relaxing and enjoying this time." Soft, voice a little rough again, but arousal was still there. "I'm supposed to be experimenting."

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Anakin felt Obi-Wan slipping, which was the opposite of what he wanted. His desires didn't stem from obligation but from genuine affection. He wanted to help. Let me help.

He leaned his forehead against Obi-Wan's. "Only if you stay with me."

All he could see from this close were Anakin's eyes, and he was just fine with that.

"I'm not going anywhere."

He wrapped one hand around Anakin's upper right arm, palm pressed over the ruined and scarred tattoo, angled his head up and caught his mouth in a kiss that was all focus and intensity but stayed slow and showed absolutely no sign of stopping until one or both of them ran out of air.

His other hand got busy getting Anakin out of his trousers. Deft, confident, easy, with force assistance helping make it easier to do one handed.

He was still completely dressed and had every intention of staying that way.

Anakin was satisfied with this answer and submitted to that kiss, finding the rhythm Obi-Wan set and matching it. Anakin surrendered to him, not getting in the way of Obi-Wan’s mission to divest him of clothing. The rush of passion guiding purpose swept him away in his lack of resistance. He was hard before his pants hit the floor.

But passivity was a difficult bench for him to rest on. His own hands did their own exploring, carding through Obi-Wan’s hair and slipping under his shirt. He just made sure to stay out of Obi-Wan’s way.

If Anakin went entirely passive, Obi-Wan was going to have to work much, much harder to keep his promise than he wanted. Hands in his hair, it turned out, was an amazing way of grounding him and building a ... gentler, more controlled, kind of arousal in him.

...and the prosthetic hand in his hair did something very peculiar to his heart - something about mutual trust and intimacy - that he didn't want to take too long to look at right now.

"Keep doing that," he murmured, as he pulled away from the kiss and started slowly working his way down Anakin's throat, pausing at his collarbone and dragging his teeth over it. A tiny pause, slight smirk against skin and, "Please."

Then moving right along, hands sliding over Anakin's ribs as he settled down to his knees.

Anakin’s vocal answer was a curse in Huttese. Honestly, Obi-Wan’s Core world manners pooled desire in Anakin as much as the man’s teeth dragging across his collar bone did. And Anakin would not change Obi-Wan for the universe.

It had taken Anakin more that a few time at this with Obi-Wan to unhesitatingly touch him with his prosthetic hand. Trust came so easily with other things, but not so much with his hand. This was not Obi-Wan’s fault, but the countless, little, everyday encounters with people’s prejudices that had taught Anakin to be guarded when it came to his arm.

But this - Obi-Wan’s open acceptance - no, it wasn’t just that, Obi-Wan liked the feel of his hand, was aroused by Anakin’s show of trust. What that certainly caused was a soft, begging moan, and Anakin gently curling his fingers against Obi-Wan’s scalp. He poured gratitude into the Force for Obi-Wan to take as he pleased.

He dropped his chin and rolled his spine upward toward and into Anakin's hand, pupils visibly dilating with a soft, but deep, groan. The sensation was a turn on. The trust from Anakin was a turn on. Knowing damn well that in this position if Anakin wanted he could seriously injure him, but also knowing he wasn't going to was a turn on.

His hands settle on Anakin's hips, thumbs stroking slowly as he nips and licks his way down Anakin's stomach to his cock, where Obi-Wan doesn't even hesitate. Flick of his tongue over his head, then simply takes Anakin in.

Somewhere along there - focus on Anakin, arousal, even the weight and taste of Anakin in his mouth, his presence in the force finally, if slowly, starts to brighten again.

Fuck, sex with the Force was amazing. The positive feedback of trust, arousal, trust -

Anakin's breath hitched and his hips thrust forward once - he tried to control it, it was almost an involuntary reaction to the feeling of heat from Obi-Wan's mouth, the gentle caress of his tongue on the tip of his cock, and Fuck, the way that man's facial hair tickled him... everywhere. He pressed his ass and head against the door, arching his back and straining his neck to hold himself still while Obi-Wan's mouth moved over him.

Knowing what power he had in his metal hand simply because of its design and make, he focused on digging the nails of his other hand into the door while letting his metal hand gently play with Obi-Wan's hair.

That brightening light, he drank it in, letting Obi-Wan feel what that only was doing to him. Stay with me, and there Obi-Wan was, with him.

"Never-" he breathed. And then he interrupted himself to moan. "Never," he tried again, "shave off your beard."

He hummed softly in amusement about the beard remark, but he didn't pull back at all in response to that instinctive, involuntary jerk of Anakin's hips.

One very good benefit to all that meditation and all the Jedi control and Obi-Wan's perfectionism was down to controlling himself. Controlling his need to breathe. The speed of his pulse.

In comparison his gag reflex was almost easy.

There was still a moment, when Anakin just hit the back of his throat where he almost panicked and choked, but his focus shifted back to the fingers playing in his hair, drag of metal against his scalp and he relaxed, breathed through his nose, backed off just a little with the slide of his tongue along the underside of Anakin's cock-

Then he went back and this time he did not back off. It was just the start of something slow, hot, wet, and rhythmic.

You can move now..

Could a blow job be both an enormous turn on and meditative at the same time? Apparently so. Because he was more aware of himself, of Anakin, and just more alive than he'd been since his lightsaber ignited today.

The permission and then his follow through were bringing Anakin to a shatter point. The kind that he knew would spread to every inch of his body. He moved slow, Obi-Wan said he could, but he wouldn’t cave into desire so much it would cause unwelcome discomfort. He liked it when Obi-Wan liked it.

He’d switched from fingering Obi-Wan’s hair to trembling caresses.

This was too much and not enough and just right all at once. A paradox to be anchored in three conflicting realities all at once.

“Obi-Wan!” He said sharply. “I’m going to-” he completed the sentence as a thought - come, because talking took too much away from concentrating on holding back. It was easier to just let Obi-Wan show Obi-Wan what was happening through the Force.

Obi-Wan responded to his name by taking Anakin's cock entirely down his throat...

and then was promptly hit by not just arousal but pure, white-hot, heat of impending orgasm.

If having a cock down his throat hadn't already prevented breathing, he would have stopped entirely anyway. His vision actually went white. He growled around Anakin, something more low, rough, vibration than sound..

He thought he was the inexperienced one. Surely Anakin knew that coming was the point.

Would you please-!

Sometimes please was a sign of him teasing Anakin.

This time? It was desperation, demand, and permission all rolled up in soul deep politeness.

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Anakin’s hiss was followed by a promise sent through the Force of retribution in kind, images of all the things he would do to incite this same response from Obi-Wan.

And then the consuming heat of his climax.

He wrapped Obi-Wan in the experience of it. He lost the ability to speak as he shudder in Obi-Wan’s mouth. And it took all his remaining strength to stay on his feet.

His pleasure also carried a playful accusation - How dare you make me feel this good!

He very, very sincerely hoped one of those images involved Anakin being inside him, after Anakin had time to recover - though none of those thoughts and images was anything but well received.

He held onto Anakin, using his hands and the Force to make sure he wasn't going to fall and stayed with him all the way through his orgasm, only letting Anakin side free when he was finished and he could feel the finish.

"Feeling good is the point."

Anakin had said so. He was smiling, though, warm and soft and affectionate.

There may have indeed need an image of just that scenario.

Anakin leaned against the door to make a steady descent to the floor, where he all but collapsed onto Obi-Wan. His breathing was as shaky as his legs, but who needed air to live after dying like that?

“Smart-ass,” he mumbled into Obi-Wan’s ear. “You beautiful-” he moved to kiss Obi-Wan full on the mouth. “Beautiful smart-ass.”

He catches Anakin, arms wrapped around him and feeling... satisfied with himself.

He returns the kiss, slowly and lightly. He's hard, he's still fully dressed and that isn't a problem for him at all. He's patient, and more than that? He is (admittedly temporarily because the galaxy doesn't stop for them, they just carve out space for themselves) content. In this exact moment he is relaxed, warm, and content.

"You wouldn't like me nearly as much if I weren't, I don't think." He smooths his hand down Anakin's back, helping him settle back into his skin.

Anakin did need a moment to catch his breath. This wasn’t like a sparring match, he could go for hours on those mats. This was emotional breathlessness. But when his heart stopped trying to escape his chest he was going to push Obi-Wan just as hard.

He smiled against Obi-Wan’s mouth, and then in between kisses, he said, “I don’t like it when you win arguments.”

He laughed, quiet and a little breathless himself. Anakin could have all the time he wanted to recover, and push as hard as he wanted when it was his turn.

Though Obi-Wan would be more at ease knowing Anakin had already gotten at least one orgasm.

"But you don't like it when I lose, either."

He thought about moving to the bed now, but picking Anakin up (he'd need the force) seemed rude. And hard, when he at least was entirely comfortable.

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Fun fact, I accidentally posted this to my comment first...

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