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"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.

His hair was sweaty enough that with some encouragement from Anakin it didn't just fall out of place, it fell out of place and stayed there.

He looked lovingly into Anakin's eyes, and said, "You are going to pay for that. I don't know when. I don't know how, but you will."

He pulled out, slowly, and tried to get his hand to let go of Anakin's prosthetic. "And you really need to use both hands more when we do this."

“Make it a promise,” Anakin challenged with a self satisfied look. These moments would be too few for them, anything that made them laugh.

But his smile faded a bit when Obi-Wan brought up his metal hand. He let go of Obi-Wan’s hand and scooted off the bed to clean up - though it was usually Obi-Wan who prompted they clean up. He brought a warm wet cloth for Obi-Wan.

How to explain Obi-Wan was asking for a lot...

His timing could have - and probably should have - been better. The thing was, he knew he was asking for a lot.

Because most of what he was asking was for Anakin to talk to him about this.

So he grimaced faintly for ruining the moment, got himself cleaned up when Anakin came back and - "Get back in bed first, please." He held the blankets up to make it easier.

Anakin didn't hesitate before getting back into the bed, he even dropped Obi-Wan a kiss on the way back in. Because Obi-Wan hadn't 'ruined the moment,' Anakin wasn't upset.

He settled in next to Obi-Wan so that his right hand was free. He held it up, palm out.

"Can I have your hand?"

He returned Anakin's kiss and took the initiative to kiss Anakin as well, slower and more softly.

Then without hesitation gave Anakin his hand.

Anakin touched his palm to Obi-Wan's.

"I can feel this." He moved his index finger, up and down Obi-Wan's. "There are touch sensors on this side of my hand that connect with my nerves." Then moved his thumb to caress along the side of Obi-Wan's hand.

"But," he turned his hand over in Obi-Wan's, so the back of it was to Obi-Wan's palm. "I can't feel anything on this side... not with my nerves. Only with a mix of the Force and a relearned proprioception... though that's not what it used to be."

That-

That kind of touch, was exactly the way to turn Obi-Wan into a puddle -at least when he was anywhere close to the right mental state. It was simple and affectionate on a level that just got to him. Got to him enough that his expression softened even further than it already was, thanks to afterglow.

He didn't lose any intelligence, he just enjoyed it while it was there, and experimentally reached around to drag his thumb down the center of Anakin's palm.

"Are you afraid of hurting me, damaging your hand, or am I missing the point entirely and it's as simple as not feeling like it's part of you?" It was damned direct, but like the rest of him, his voice was pretty... warm and soft. Comfortably intimate?

"Yes," he said quietly. "No- It's just a metal hand, I can fix it. But," he laughed also quiet, "I don't think anything we do during sex will break it." He paused. "There are so many points, I don't expect you to get all of them... It's a part of me and it isn't, it's... hard to explain. I'm lucky," he said. "I have the Force, and this talent in the Force with machines so I'm connected to it in a way almost no one else would be. But even this," he gently closed his fingers around Obi-Wan's finger, "feels different than it does with my other hand."

There was a major point Obi-Wan hadn't guessed at.

"And people don't like it. Not everyone says it or shows it, but it's very hard to miss in the Force."

He used the hand Anakin wasn't holding to reach up and smooth his thumb gently along the line of Anakin's cheekbone, fingers just brushing the back of his neck for a moment.

"I've no desire at all to take sensation and enjoyment away from you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or less comfortable. I do want you to be able to be comfortable enough to stop avoiding with me. I know that's difficult. I understand why. But for me - both looking at you here and what I feel in the force, it's all you." A pause, though slight: "And I didn't miss your initial response to uncovering your scars, either."

"I know you don't," Anakin said. "It was learned subconsciously... All it takes is just a few encounters and you automatically start finding ways to cope... It was always like this." The unspoken implication that it was a problem he'd experienced with the Jedi. Though his new scars weren't a problem back then.

"It's hard to consciously change the habit."

He moved his hand around and threaded their fingers.

"I'm willing to try."

Anakin didn't need to specify the Jedi; Obi-Wan knew. He'd always known. He'd never known what to do about it.

He curls his fingers around Anakin's, tightening gently.

"The effort is the important part. You deserve better than to have your own hijacked by yet more of other people's expectations and biases."

He smiled - sadly - but smiled nonetheless. "Can't fix everything about galaxy." He was always going to encounter people who were prejudiced against prosthetics. What was worse - the searing passion he used to express against injustice or the sad acceptance that he would always only have injustice?

"No," he agreed, stroking his thumb over Anakin's lower lip. "We can't even fix everything wrong in this room. But if our ultimate purpose is to make life as fair as we can, then we can start with the 9 square meters of this bed and the people in it."

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