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"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.

When Obi-Wan found Anakin's prostate, he let the other man know. The quick, bright spike of elation in the Force. The rolling of his hips down on Obi-Wan's fingers. And then there was the moan of appreciation.

Just fuck me already.

He pulled slowly away from Anakin with his mouth, but only so he could grin at Anakin while he slowly, deliberately, repeated that motion.

"You're awfully demanding, aren't you?"

Also, hey, new word he could now use in context. Before that it was just a curse.

He filed that bit away for future use.

"And you are infuriating," Anakin was barely able to say around the motion of Obi-Wan's fingers.

He twisted his hands in the sheets and moaned again.

"Are you going to make me beg?"

"No." Immediate and sure that was, with a wave of warmth and reassurance and apology through the Force, directed at Anakin.

He slid his fingers free, and moved up far enough to press slowly and steadily into Anakin, as well as catch Anakin's mouth in a slow, deep kiss.

He felt bad, really he did. Right up until that moment when he was sinking into tight heat, and that... eclipsed absolutely everything in his mind. All that was there was white light and the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

I would have begged for you.

There was no need to apologize, the wait and anticipation were half the fun. Anakin tried to send Obi-Wan an impression of that- tried, but then Obi-Wan had his mouth and was pushing into him. He lost himself in the feeling of Obi-Wan inside him, stretching at first, but the slow burn faded and then there was just: Obi-Wan.

Anakin rolled his hips to pull him in as deep as he could go.

He enjoyed how even this stunned Obi-Wan. Anakin kissed him slowly, carded his hair, and returned a finger to the man's back, tracing scars again.

He understood the gist of what Anakin tried to convey, while he was able. Barely - barely - but understood and filed it away.

He shuddered lightly under Anakin's hand, taking both comfort and pure, erotic, sensual, hedonistic, pleasure in sensation - and much deeper pleasure in the knowledge it was Anakin, the intimacy and trust and closeness of connection from every point their bodies (and minds) touched.

It took him a bit to be willing to break the kiss and give up a single bit of that contact to be able to move, and once he leaned up and looked down at Anakin - "Give me your right hand."

There was a small spike of apprehension, because there always was when it came to his prosthetic hand. It was just habit by now. But he didn't hesitate more than half a second. He removed his hand from Obi-Wan's hair and gave it to him.

I trust you. He knew he didn't have to worry about what Obi-Wan would do to him.

He didn't mind that moment of apprehension. He knew he was asking Anakin for something that was - or had been - difficult for him. What he cared about was that the anxiety was short lived and that it was short lived because he was trusted, on a level far beyond physical

He threaded his fingers through Anakin's mechanical ones, and pressed that hand back gently. It was leverage for him and as restraint went - well, Anakin could free himself with a word, a thought, and even more easily physically. He just had to... employ a little effort and not crush Obi-Wan's hand.

Trust went two ways and that, really, was as much a turn on for Obi-Wan as the feeling of Anakin wrapped around him.

He smiled, very faintly, kissed Anakin briefly and then, finally, did what Anakin had asked and fucked him already.

Slowly, at first but angled to be sure he hit Anakin's prostate with every thrust.

There was something errotic to Obi-Wan just holding his hand - not in the actual contact, exactly, but the trust he gave him and in Obi-Wan's unflinching response.

Relax and enjoy it - how many times had he said that to Obi-Wan? And every time, Anakin was restraining himself, guiding what they were doing. Now it was Obi-Wan's turn. He knew he shouldn't be surprised how giving in to trusting Obi-Wan would bring sex to another level.

It took effort to remember to keep his right hand slack while Obi-Wan moved inside him. Effort to balance that with letting go, relaxing and enjoying it.

Oh, he was enjoying it - the soft moaning, the hand he let dig in a bit on Obi-Wan's back, the fierce kisses he gave back. All in beat with every thrust.

After enjoying this tempo for a bit, he smiled, "You can go faster."

It makes him laugh a little, because he can feel Anakin's slide from enjoying himself, letting it be what it was in the moment, all the way to impatience, the hand digging into his back and that none-too-subtle request for more.

It's a breathless laugh, though, and there's sweat stinging in his eyes and his arms are shaking from his own use of restraint. He kisses Anakin softly, briefly, then snaps his hips forward.

Which starts things off on a much, much, more demanding rhythm.

The slow rise to climax became an exponential climb the moment Obi-Wan sped up his thrusting. Anakin didn't try to fight it at all. He took Obi-Wan by the hand and pulled him up with him. He gave one desperate warning in the Force, a standing on the edge of the cliff, before he spread his arms in his mind and fell back into free fall.

He thrust his hips up against Obi-Wan's, helping him go as deep as possible, as his orgasm sill hot and sticky between their stomachs.

He'd been holding back, determined to see Anakin through his orgasm -- which meant that once he felt (around him, under him, through the force and Anakin's mind) Anakin tip off that metaphorical edge, all he had to do to follow was let go.

He regained awareness still inside Anakin, braced on his forearms above Anakin, staring down into Anakin's face with a decidedly dazed expression.

"Are you all right?" Manners! Also concern.

Anakin had a lazy, satisfied smile on his face as he watched Obi-Wan.

And then came that question.

He brought his free hand up - the other still cling to Obi-Wan’s hand - and brushed a light finger across Obi-Wan’d cheek.

But without warning, his smile turned into a grin and he swiped his hand across Obi-Wan’s forehead and then up into his hair, using the man’s sweat to push it all out of order.

“I’m fine,” he said smugly.

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