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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.

Anakin was taken by surprise by Obi-Wan's orgasm, but it was a very pleasant surprise, one that roped him around the neck and took him without protest over that edge.

The rhythm to Anakin's thrusts shuddered as he climaxed inside Obi-Wan. Though he continued to move through his orgasm, he slowed down in spurts. Until he was left motionless, resting on Obi-Wan.

He reached for Obi-Wan in the Force and blended the light he received from him with his own and just basked in it. Wrapped up like this, warm, safe, feeling loved even if neither of them could say or come close to admitting it yet. He didn't want to go anywhere, maybe they could just fly away forever. These were idle thoughts, but contented thoughts that would stay with him for a while.

...The climax into him was slightly strange, but not in a bad way. Just strange enough to leave him ever-so-slightly confused for a moment before he decided, no, that was one of the most satisfying things he'd felt in his life.

Might have had something to do with the emotional entanglements.

He was pretty sure he was attached. He was pretty sure he didn't care.

He moved exactly enough to save his hips, wrapped his arms around Anakin and brushed a kiss against his jaw. He was deeply, deeply peaceful at the moment, as well as filled with gratitude and appreciation and - yes, love.

He let his eyes close and didn't even mind that they were sticky. He was exhausted, but now it was a very pleasant exhaustion.

Still worth it. Barely there, as coherent thought. Given a chance he would, absolutely, fall asleep just like this.

Anakin thought clearly enough to summon the shirt he had sacrificed sooner and used it to wipe the cum off his hand. He didn't mind being sticky, but he knew Obi-Wan did. This was a courtesy for him.

But when his hand was clean, he rested it down on Obi-Wan's chest.

You should still make that sign. He was smiling.

"I'll get to work on it as soon as," and he trailed off and finished mentally like that wasn't weird, we get up again. Yes, no, are you crazy, I will kill you should cover all the necessary phrases.

Add 'Don't fall asleep'. Anakin was fine with half spoken, half thought sentences. They were perfect for this situation.

He frowned at Anakin. "What have you got against sleep?" Why do you hate him? This is not a good way to tell him you're also sadistic.

"Haven't you noticed?" Anakin asked, and sighed, his fingers starting to play with Obi-Wan's beard. "I don't need sleep until I crash. And..." This was the most important part. "I know you don't want to go to sleep sticky."

"I don't want to move." Sticky or not. He felt heavy, sated, and in a peaceful state that had become damn rare. He didn't want to disrupt it, even if he was covered in his own come (and filled with Anakin's, there was a ... strange thought.) "If you cooperate I can crash you." That sounded odd. He knew what he meant.

"You only say that because right now you are sticky but warm." A single finger traced over Obi-Wan's pectoral. Anakin enjoyed how hard, but yielding Obi-Wan's body was under him. But the moment I move you will be cold and uncomfortable.

He shivered, very slightly. Anakin was absolutely right, but he really, really -

He groaned and caught Anakin's hand, lifted it and kissed the heel of his hand. "Fine, you can crash me when I come back."

He was actually surprised to find when he sat up that he was... sore. He blinked a couple of times in that surprise, then brushed it aside because it was so minor, and went to clean up.

He'd bring back a warm, damp cloth so Anakin could finish cleaning himself up, too.

Both of them clean enough for Obi-Wan's sensibilities, Anakin positioned himself like he wa before, head on the side of Obi-Wan's chest, draped across the rest of his body. Obi-Wan said he could crash him - this was Anakin's interpretation.

"We can crash now."

"I was being euphamistic and saying I could put you to sleep if you were struggling to sleep." Not that he minded. He pulled a blanket up and wrapped around Anakin. "Not needing to is better."

"Mmm, you're warm," he said, mirroring the first night they "slept" together in Obi-Wan's hut. "Don't move."

He thumped his index finger against Anakin's back in pure, bratty, rebellion, but also yawned and buried his nose in Anakin's hair.

Then promptly, deeply, peacefully, went to sleep.

Previous pattern said he was going to be out for about 12 hours, and then wake up feeling much more stable.

After that orgasm probably 14 and much, much, more stable and himself.

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