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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.

“I’m complicated, okay?” He was happy that Obi-Wan was happy that he was happy... it was just a warm glow to bask in.

His breathing was close to normal again, if not fully done with his refractory period.

A hand dropped to Obi-Wan’s pants, and he blindly moved it until he found Obi-Wan’s cock. He pressed his hand against it, rubbing slowly.

For someone who had been so ... resistant to letting go of control and just enjoying sex, he'd come a long way.

Emotions, trust, and figuring out how to apply Jedi principals in a very different way all contributed.

His breath caught, his face flushed and his hips twitched just a little.

"I think we should take this to bed." Was he moving though? No. No he was not. He was completely focused on the feeling of Anakin's hand. "I'm old, remember?" Implying he might be too old to handle the floor. He wasn't, but if Anakin was going to call him 'Old-Man'....

Edited 2020-01-17 21:46 (UTC)

“I like the bed,” Anakin said, though he didn’t move. Didn’t move more than his mouth against Obi-Wan. And his hands, that is.

He paused stroking Obi-Wan through the fabric to undo the fasteners on his pants. Object achieved he tugged those pants enough to free Obi-Wan’s hard cock.

He smirked, faintly, moved one hand away from Anakin to call the lube directly to his own hand, then slapped it into Anakin's free one.

"Bed. Now."

A tiny pause. "Please and thank you."

As Obi-Wan slipped away from him, Anakin fell to the floor on all fours, growling and running a hand in frustration through his hair for the way that still worked on him, like a direct line from Obi-Wan’s voice straight to his cock. He was hard again.

But he recovered quickly, chasing Obi-Wan onto the bed.

He started at his legs, dragging his mouth, half feral along the inside of that well defined calf. Pausing the brush a finger behind that knee. His lips going softer up the inner thigh. And then taking Obi-Wan’s cock into his mouth. He knew what Obi-Wan ultimately wanted, but he could tease at first, too.

Once he knew Anakin was aware of what he wanted and they were both on the bed, Obi-Wan was perfectly, completely, content to let Anakin do what he wanted, at whatever speed he wanted.

The mouth along his calf had his eyes dropping to half-mast, the finger behind his knee got him to lift his knee, and the mouth around his cock had him gasping softly and reaching for Anakin with both his hands (fingers sliding through Anakin's hair) and in the force.

Completely open, feeling every single touch, and responding to every single one with an utter, at least for now, lack of inhibition.

Anakin took Obi-Wan in deep and then draw back slowly, tasting all the intoxicating parts of him. Not just physically. This was Obi-Wan at his rarest. The man collect inhibitions like they were valuable pieces of art to adorn his mind and soul. This was Obi-Wan completely naked.

The more intimate they got, the more they reversed roles.

To an extend. Anakin still operated at a level of recklessness and unpredictability he could never fully abandon.

He kissed his way up to Obi-Wan’s mouth, wanting everything from him. He rocked his hips against Obi-Wan’s briefly before pulling back again.

He finally flicked open the lid on the bottle of lube and greased up two fingers. And all the greedy, frantic movement reduced to a gentler pace. There were some things you didn’t rush. Deliberately but tenderly he pushed first one finger inside Obi-Wan, then he added the next.

Anything Anakin did was likely to be used against ('against' - on ) him at some point in the future, in an at least an experimental capacity, albeit extrapolated from in a way that made it Obi-Wan's own.

He carried on with that easy, almost graceful, if quiet responsiveness. He moved into Anakin's mouth and into his hands with subtle shifts of muscle and breath and his hands on Anakin's skin.

One finger was slightly odd, maybe mildly distracting for a half second.

The second and he flinched, expression shifting to one that was the slightest possible, totally silent, snarl and his stomach and thighs tensed, along with reflexively tightening down around Anakin's fingers.

Not because he'd gotten scared. Not because he'd changed his mind. Not because the intimacy was hard. Not even because it actually hurt - faint muscular burn, but nothing more.

Just because it was new. Because he didn't know what to do with it. Because it wasn't entirely comfortable, on a purely physical level. Because he was focused on sensation and wasn't policing his responses.

Because Anakin was right; he was naked, in the most profound way possible.

Anakin kept his movements slow, even slowed down more when Obi-Wan flinched. Paying particular attention to how Obi-Wan felt in the Force, ready to stop immediately if that’s what Obi-Wan wanted.

He kissed Obi-Wan’s, lightly stroking that leg.

“Keep going?” He asked.

He rolled his eyes to closed, pushed his hips back toward Anakin a bit tentatively, got enough control to relax the muscles he had tensed, and all around adjusted to the feeling, and figuring out what to do with it.

A second, less tentative rock back and down and discomfort bled back to arousal.

He shivered, very slightly, and -

"I suppose you could stop if you wanted me to kill you...."

Something about him being a smartass?

Anakin narrowed his eyes at Obi-Wan, but the curl of his mouth gave away his amusement. Smart-ass.

Anakin moves his fingers with more purpose now. Still slowly, gently. But they moved in deeper, then back again, pressing against muscles in preparation.

After a few minutes. Ready to try more?

He was thinking of ways to pay Obi-Wannack for the sass he knew he was going to get.

This was different, with not just a force user but a Jedi. He picked up exactly what Anakin's intent - what the purpose - of the movement was. It was physically arousing for him, cock not just hard but starting to leak, but even so he had enough focus and bodily awareness and control to take the movement of Anakin's fingers and use it as a... template, almost, when combined with the ability to very precisely see exactly what Anakin's goal was.

It wasn't perfect - this was not a part of his body he was familiar with paying that much attention to - but he was able to actively work with Anakin in relaxing.

Once he had that, almost exactly once he had, Anakin's voice floated through his head and he groaned, deeply. It was as much arousal as exasperation.

"Do you need a flashing sign." He actually sounded a little wrecked, already. For the sake of my sanity, Yes. Please.

Yes! Anakin projected in amusement, it suddenly clicked what withholding might do Obi-Wan. He tucked that away for a different day.

For now, he pulled back his fingers and started rubbing the excess lube on his cock.

Okay, he was going to pause to lick the precum off Obi-Wan’d cock but once that was done he was focused. More lube. He summoned his shirt to be the sacrificial rag for the excess, and then he was positioning himself to push into Obi-Wan.

He knew this must be all so very painfully slow from Obi-Wan’s perspective.

Patience is a virtue.

But then Anakin crawled forward, rocking his hips just right and was pushing in.

He amused himself through the painfully slow wait with the idea of building an actual flashing sign and the variety of phrases it could display for use in the bedroom.

Then Anakin got on with it - and really it wasn't that slow.

The burning stretch of Anakin pushing into him could have been painful, but with his focus and mind where it was, it wasn't in the least. It was just profoundly intense sensation and intimacy, and excruciating awareness of every moment of Anakin sinking into place. It felt incredible.

He lifted his hips, wrapped his legs lightly around Anakin's and arched his spine pushing him further down and onto Anakin's cock. There was a shuddering, unsteady moan with that arch, eyes wide open but currently not focused and actually somewhat glazed.

Most tellingly, that clipped, precise accent was softened to the point of being slightly slurred. "Says the man who already had one orgasm."

Absolutely nothing - nothing - existed outside this moment and their bodies and the way they fit together.

Anakin loved every moment of that first thrust, he didn't even try to hide it.

There were so many perspectives to keep track of. Watching Obi-Wan experience this the first time, his body responding to and accommodating Anakin's. Hearing the moan and then the timber and elocution of Obi-Wan's voice change - a few more rounds of this and Anakin thought he might get Obi-Wan to change his accent. The incredible warmth of Obi-Wan tight ass around his cock.

And this didn't even account for what was washing over him in waves in the Force. With the intensity of two stars orbiting each other, they found a way to fit together. Not just physically, but spiritually as well.

When Obi-Wan lifted his hips and pulled Anakin in deeper, Anakin had to close his eyes and come to a rest, forehead to forehead. He needed a moment to find sure footing again or he'd cause a landslide that would probably take Obi-Wan with him.

Obi-Wan moaned, Anakin just about whimpered.

A handful of breaths later he was able to say, "I know you know it was worth it."

He dared to give Obi-Wan light kisses while the initial tidal wave of pleasure receded and they could continue.

All the sarcasm, all the biting wit and pushy demand and urgency from earlier had just... fallen away.

He was absolutely, incredibly, intensely, aroused. If Anakin had fallen off that metaphorical edge, he would have taken Obi-Wan with him - and Obi-Wan wouldn't have resisted. The arousal had just lost its teeth. It was a deeper, slower, hotter thing.

Anakin was over and in and around him to a degree that transcended the physical; he felt shot through with bright, white and gold threads of Anakin's presence in the force. He could swear that his heartbeat tried to match Anakin's as it was actually Anakin's pulse he could feel in the tips of his fingers splayed against Anakin's back.

He returned those light kisses and let his fingers drag over Anakin's skin, nuzzled and nipped gently and returned the light kisses with a slow, almost pliant (for him) sensuality that two months ago he would have sworn he was incapable of.

"Always." All of it - everything - was worth it.

Anakin softly snorted against Obi-Wan's neck. He nipped him there. Something about Obi-Wan's complete lack of sass was disarming in a way Anakin was finding hard to process. He continued to nip and kiss and nip and nuzzle and... Anything to keep his mouth busy with not talking because that would be too much right now.

He rolled his hips the slightest bit, to see how Obi-Wan would respond. His second go or not, he could tell he would be sweating to himself last - he would do it - he was already set on giving Obi-Wan a mindblowing orgasm. But he could tell that for him, it wouldn't take much.

He responded by putting a hand on Anakin's hip the second before Anakin moved, and matching the roll of Anakin's hips by pushing back into it and taking - or at least keeping- Anakin as deep as he could.

There was a shudder - more a shiver, really - and he buried his face in Anakin's throat as a means of keeping himself from crying out, but he sure as hell wasn't uncomfortable.

He wasn't bothering with coherent words, but yes and keep going and stay were definitely sentiments that he conveyed.

There were no dirty phrases spoken in Huttese now, no snark from Obi-Wan. They seemed to have laid aside antics (endearing as they were) and were just sinking into the moment.

Anakin kissed Obi-Wan more passionately, he moved his hips a bit faster, finding an easy, gentle rhythm. Tried to remember to breathe. Enjoyed the bright burst of pleasure each little thrust forward brought with it.

He pushed back enough so he could watch Obi-Wan's expressive eyes.

And words were not his friend right then either, but he tried to convey how amazing this all felt - how amazing Obi-Wan felt.

He did not, in any way, shape, or form want Anakin to pull back at all, and protested with a soft, but rough and low growl. Until he realized Anakin wasn't going far, anyway, really processed and believed that.

Then the angle changed and, without Anakin to act as a buffer, actually did cry out. It wasn't in pain. At all. It was just bright, sharp, heated pleasure that tore straight up his spine and exploded behind his eyes.

He sort of scrambled at Anakin's back until he found purchase on Anakin's shoulders, and then settled again.

Still very much quiet, settled, wrapped in the moment and Anakin, just now doing it while panting and flushed, with his pupils blown wide, and eyes dark.

Anakin smiled, quite - mostly - his breathing was labored and small happy, sounds escaped his throat. He kept the depth of his thrusts the same, but sped up the tempo a bit. It was an increase he had to breathe through.

Propping himself on one arm, he reached between them with his other hand and grabbed Obi-Wan's cock. Soft at first, focusing just at the tip.

He didn't so much orgasm as he fractured, shattered, and then fell to pieces. Silently, but visibly, and obviously. His head snapped back, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on Anakin's but completely unfocused and his entire body tightened as he spilled over Anakin's hand.

Simple physically. Internally not so much. His mind spun out and lost anything approaching any kind of coherence or cohesion. There was not a single, solitary, thought in his head. Just completely shorted out by pleasure, flaring bright in the force and somehow, somehow, managing to tangle his presence there up even more tightly with Anakin's.

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