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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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