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There were many places between them that could be strained, tense, unpleasant. Places even now where communication was hard, or just didn't happen.

...This wasn't one of them.

Anakin tugged, and Obi-Wan went with him, settling on top of Anakin without the faintest hint of resistance. Settled like he'd been made to be there. Some weight caught on his elbows, one thigh between Anakin's. The kiss didn't even falter on his end, just deepened further with a slow roll of his hips.

Anakin wouldn't have thought Obi-Wan would be this... casual wasn't the word. He certainly approached every sexual moment with purpose. Into it?

Not that Anakin was complaining.

Anakin met the roll of Obi-Wan's hips with his own, after the second thrust he was fully aroused. He dragged a feather light finger down Obi-Wan's spine, he could count scars if he wanted. His other hand traveled low, slipping below the waist of Obi-Wan's pants.

Flexible might be the word Anakin wanted - or even pliant. Maybe just responsiveness and acceptance turned toward a mutually enjoyable activity.

Maybe there just wasn't a word or even string of them.

Either way, Anakin wanted him on top and made it clear and it was a desire he was very happy to meet. Once he had Anakin fully hard against him, could feel the heat and line of Anakin's cock he shifted just a little so his thigh was flexed against that hardness. He arched lightly toward the finger tracing down his spine, breath catching for a moment.

Odd. Scar tissue wasn't particularly sensitive but something about the mental image of Anakin's fingers trailing across those white lines really did something for him.

He pulled away from the kiss to breathe, and so he could hip at the line of Anakin's jaw and throat, still slowly. Turned on? Incredibly. Feeling at all urgent? No. They had at least until the suns rose.

And those suns were hours away.

Sensing Obi-Wan's response to the touch against his scars, Anakin switched tactics. He found each of the scars on Obi-Wan's back and traced them, touch as light as before, but his pace was slow.

It was nice, just taking their time. Touching and being touched.

"I can barely even feel that, and it's still the most erotic thing I have ever experienced," he murmured, around leaving faint, pink, marks that would fade on Anakin's throat and collarbone, then downward.

He was not, however, headed for Anakin's cock - downward, but much more slowly and with much more attention to just skin, muscle, and bone.

If he thought about it, he would realize that was a fairly low bar. He was, however, currently preoccupied.

"I can tell." Anakin laughed in his throat. Smug - yes. It was so satisfying knowing he was the cause of that response.

"Harder- try leaving a mark," he said and exposed his neck for Obi-Wan to bite.

"There is no try-" There should be a certain sort of hell people were sent to for alluding to Yoda in the midst of foreplay.

Except he apologized by obliging Anakin, grabbing Anakin's throat with his teeth, biting down and holding on with a soft growl in his throat.

He was definitely going to leave a mark. More than one.

Anakin almost responded to scold Obi-Wan for bringing Yoda into this - this, in which Yoda never belonged. Ever. Ever.

But then Obi-Wan followed through and his teeth in his skin and mouth on his skin was exquisite. He gasped. His back arched, grinding his cock against Obi-Wan's thigh. Both of his hands flexed, digging in. One on Obi-Wan's back. The other on his ass.

"You are so lucky that was amazing."

"And you're lucky I'm nowhere near finished." There might be something just a little wickedly playful in his tone and smile, but his eyes and presence in the force were still nothing but -

well, warm and loving.

"Grab the headboard and keep holding onto it. Please try not to break it." And with that he licked a wet stripe down the center of Anakin's chest, moving lower in the bed but rather than going for Anakin's erection-

Went straight to his hip and bit again, slightly more gently but it was still going to leave a mark.

Anakin complied, ripe with anticipation. And to make sure he didn't break the board, he made sure he used his left hand. Given how much this made him react - in a good way - he twisted his other hand in the sheets. Sheets were replaceable, Obi-Wan's skin was not.

As he expected, he jerked his hips up when Obi-Wan bit him.

This time he moaned, generously. He was short of breath now.

"You're next."

"Yes." He stopped a moment, tracing the indentations left by his teeth with his tongue, then pausing to suck a dark spot just above and around them, before moving down and inward slightly, nuzzling at Anakin's inner thigh. "But not tonight."

Tonight? He was doing this.

Anakin scrubbed a hand through his hair, his forehead already beaded with sweat.

"All night? How long are you going to do this?"

He took one hand off Anakin to wave at the lamp, and bring light up at least slightly. Then he looked at Anakin, and said firmly, "As long as I want. Lay back and enjoy, Anakin. That's the idea, isn't it? I seem to remember you saying that."

...He was a brat.

"You are so..." he grabbed at his hair and tried to think of the right word, but it was very difficult to be wordy right now. Frustrating. Maddening. Provoking. Obi-Wan.

"Proceed- But no feet stuff. That's just... my line."

He stopped just short of biting Anakin's thigh with a look of complete bewilderment that buzzed brightly into the Force.

Feet stuff was a thing? Why was it a thing? Did he want to know? No, he decided, he did not.

No, thank you.

Then bit down with exactly what his intent was, image bright and clear in his mind. A few marks, appreciating Anakin, and ending up inside him with a mindblowing orgasm.

"Some people like to suck on toes." If Obi-Wan could be a brat, he could shock Obi-Wan with the things other people liked to do.

But the images he received were all welcome, every one of them. He sent back a wave of approval. And a let's get on with it.

"Fingers yes, toes no," he said, like he was discussing how he took his tea.

Then briefly trailed his fingers up the underside of Anakin's cock and bit down on his thigh - hard, and sucking and unyielding.

Utter, complete, love.

He wasn't going to say it, but the absolute sureness of it was there.

This time Anakin yelped. But it was a happy, please-more, kind of yelp. Everything was a contented humm in the Force. He tested the feeling of that love and found he liked it. He would say it, but not right now. He'd wait until this man between his legs wasn't teasing him with his mouth and teeth.

After a few breaths, he said, "For someone who's never done this before, you are annoyingly good at this."

"I think I'm insulted." He reached up and pulled the small bottle of lubricant to his hand, and settled back down, licking over the mark he'd made and finally just at the underside of Anakin's cock. No suction, nothing... solid that could get too overwhelming, but enough to be present and hot and wet and -

Yeah, he was teasing.

"Would you like me to be bad at it?"

"No..." he said, his voice pliant, lost in the feeling of Obi-Wan's tongue moving along his cock. He wanted Obi-Wan to keep doing that. It was so pleasant and perfect. He moved a hand down to slip through Obi-Wan's hair.

But it was so damn frustrating how quickly he fell apart under Obi-Wan's mouth.

Damn frustrating.

He repeated the motion, but then stopped so he could open the blasted bottle. "Good. Now stop distracting me so I can hone my skills."

There was an actual edge of nervousness there, but only a bit. Biting at Anakin, touching him, turning him on, everything so far had very little risk of hurting him. This did.

"And by stop distracting me, I mean keep doing what you're doing, but if you get uncomfortable-" Make sure he knew. Just not hiding would be enough, but he wanted that reassurance.

Anakin pushed himself to sitting and gently claimed Obi-Wan's mouth. The kiss was not long, sufficient to convey his feelings.

"You're perfect," he said when he broke off the kiss, sending reassurance through the Force. "I'll tell you what I need, I promise."

And then he laid back down, willing to be patient.

He probably could have sprained something with the intensity of his eyeroll when Anakin stopped and sat up - but he met the kiss with warmth and -

"And now I'm all out of sorts." It was mock grousing, though, and this time he didn't so much tease as take the head of Anakin's cock into his mouth and slide a single, slick, finger into him at the same time.

Infuriating

Anakin strained his neck against the pillow and shuddered and moaned. He gasped sharply and tensed around Obi-Wan's finger but he relaxed quickly, giving into the sensation. It was difficult to distinguish which he was getting more pleasure from - Obi-Wan's mouth or finger. He spread his legs more.

Yes. Keep going.

Yes, I can tell you're furious.

He stayed with what he was doing - his tongue continuing to play around Anakin's cock, while he gently but deftly pressed a second finger into him. While he gave Anakin a chance to adjust to that second finger and while he took advantage to twist his fingers, and search out his prostate.

He had certainly noticed when Anakin found his, and he was determined.

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