darkforcerising | OPEN POST

What he wanted, he thought, was to stop needing to have sex to feel like he existed. The fact that things had gotten to that point-

Anakin probably had a point about the break.

It was almost as good a sign of a need to rest, as his desire to see if he could will Sidious and Vader into giving up and dying.

For the moment though, he let Anakin pull him exactly far enough to step into Anakin's personal space and immediately wrap an arm around Anakin's waist. "No."

Anakin wasn't expecting the hug, but welcomed it anyway.

"Obi-Wan, the option isn't to kill us both."

He stepped further into Anakin's space, backing him toward the outside wall of his shitty little house. Once he had Anakin there his hands slid inside Anakin's cloak to settle on his hips, pushed up a bit, breathed against his throat, and then -

"You aren't going to freeze to death."

very, very gently bit him. Just grabbed the skin over Anakin's pulse, held it between his teeth and dragged his tongue over it.

Despite the cold, Anakin melted around that bite- no, no they weren't freezing at all. And he poured this mix of energy and desire into the Force to warm the air around them. By now he'd picked up that Obi-Wan liked biting.

Anakin closed his eyes and slipped his hand under Obi-Wan's tunic because what he liked was skin touching skin.

Do what you want, he thought. Whatever you want.

He liked biting. He liked being bitten. He liked the way Anakin relaxed into him - melted into it - more than either one and quite possibly more than any other aspect of sex.

He pushed hummed around the skin in his teeth, let go and nipped just sharp enough to sting, along the line of Anakin's neck to his earlobe which he also nipped.

"I'd almost think you'd missed sex."

“I never said I didn’t,” Anakin mumbled, losing himself in the sensation of Obi-Wan’s sharp, little nips.

He had the presence of mind to take hold of Obi-Wan’d hand and bring the man’s wrist up to his mouth. He kissed the vulnerable skin there once, then bit him, not to break skin, but enough to drag his teeth.

He had really, truly, planned on going inside at some point, but Anakin's mouth on his wrist and abruptly he did not care about the cold.

Not that he was cold - his skin heated and so did the air around them as he bled that heat and desire into the force.

His eyes actually rolled back and closed and his knees basically buckled for a half second, forcing him to catch himself with his other hand, braced on the wall beside Anakin.

"I think you could almost make me climax like that." He sounded - and was - dazed. Give him a second and he'd be able to move again. Probably.

Fuck, Anakin.

Anakin didn't stop, he was encouraged. His other hand moved from exploring Obi-Wan's side and settled on the front of the man's waistband. One handed he started to unfasted Obi-Wan's pants, and done with that, he slipped his hand inside Obi-Wan's underwear to find his cock.

He turns his head to the side and bites Anakin's shoulder, hard enough that even through his tunic and cloak, it is going to leave a mark. Growls at him, and jerks his hips up and into Anakin's hand.

There's one hand leaving Anakin though, and the sound of the door near them slamming open with a not entirely controlled use of force.

Not that Obi-Wan is moving toward it.

"How much do you trust me?"

He stops biting Obi-Wan's wrist just long enough to say in Obi-Wan's ear, "Completely."

That should...

probably not have been as profound a turn on as it was.

Yes, it's also emotionally satisfying and the emotional impact is what feeds the physical but his response is intense. It makes him lean in against Anakin, knee sliding between Anakin's thighs with a low, deep, groan.

He doesn't pause, though, works a hand under Anakin's tunic and up along his side. ...His hands, in spite of arousal, are absolutely cold.

The knees gained his hard cock, making him sweat, was an arousing contrast to Obi-Wan’s hand against his hot body. Anakin loved it, palming Obi-Wan’s cock harder in appreciative return. He rolled his hips against Obi-Wan’s knee, enjoying the spike of pleasure as friction rubbed up the length of his cock.

Breathless he said, “Take this inside and fuck me against the wall.” And he was already sending thoughts of bracing himself against the wall with Obi-Wan thrusting inside him from behind.

He took a second to gather his rapidly scattering wits - which took some doing with Anakin moving like that against him, and the fact that he was hard as hell.

He kissed Anakin's temple, kissed his ear and - "Almost, but not quite."

Then he pulled away, and stepped back.

"Turn around."

The not quite was the inside.

Anakin got the gist of Obi-Wan’s intent and summoned the bottle of lube from inside and gave it to Obi-Wan. He gave Obi-Wan’s cock a final stroke before turning to face the wall and dropping his robe. To compensate for the cold, he used the Force to pour more heat into the air around them.

"Someday, I may actually successfully convince you to really relax and enjoy yourself." There was more amusement there than anything, though.

He dropped his mouth and nipped, just hard enough to sting at the back of Anakin's neck. "I suppose I'll settle for concentration in not letting us freeze or overheat."

he wrapped around Anakin from behind, pressed up against his back and reached around to get his trousers unfastened, and took advantage to indulge his desire to slow down and enjoy the physical for a moment.

Anakin wasn’t in a hurry, they could stay out here for a while before keeping the air around them warm took an exhaustive toll on him.

He rolled his hips back, enjoying the hard press of Obi-Wan’s cock against his ass. Every time Obi-Wan’s arm or hand bumped his cock was a nice shock of pleasure. But he did drop a hand to help him. There was taking your time, and there was wanting to feel Obi-Wan’s hand on his cock again and then taking your time.

See? That wasn't taking your time.

He laughed softly against Anakin's throat, bit again but much more gently and then turned excruciatingly slow and gentle, kissing Anakin's neck softly and lightly curling his fingers around Anakin's cock.

Rolled his hips into a lazy, downright languid grind against Anakin's ass while he opened the lube and coated his fingers with it.

"Its a good thing you're good at multitasking." He wonders how far that goes and if he can find the line.

...He might be a little sadistic. LOVINGLY sadistic, though.

His answer is a soft hum of contentedness. He could go at this pace. For a bit.

But he also helped things along by hooking his thumbs into the waists of his trousers and underwear and pulling them down, given Obi-Wan the access he'd want. He leaned one arm against the wall of the hut and then reached back behind him with the other. It was an odd angle, but he found Obi-Wan's cock and teased the tip with light caresses.

He...

He laughed.

He laughed softly, warmly, not at all meanly and didn't lose a single bit of his arousal, but he laughed and he laughed so hard that for a moment he couldn't do anything but stand there and crack up.

"You need some remedial work on patience," he managed, though just barely and through quiet laughter. "Stop helping!"

Anakin didn't stop 'helping.' He loved that laugh, he wanted to hear it again and again. He felt it against his neck and against his back and in his hand.

He turned his head, and said over his shoulder, "Make me."

He knew exactly what Anakin was doing and asking for and got a very, very vivid image of how easy it would be to pin Anakin to the wall. With the use of the Force he wouldn't have lose the use of a single hand, much less both.

He got exactly as far as wrapping his fingers around Anakin's wrist and pulling his hand off and moving it to the wall before the idea fully registered, though, and he realized he liked it and -

Well, he stopped laughing and actually froze. He wasn't horrified or afraid, but he had managed to trip on something overt enough to have trouble reconciling completely.

He didn't pull away, just kept Anakin's one hand - the flesh one - pinned against the wall with his fingers laced through and buried his face in the side of Anakin's throat. Give him a second. He... hadn't been having sex all that long and Jedi and-

He just needed that second.

At this, Anakin was patient. He welcomed Obi-Wan's fingers threading with his own, hold that hand there. He didn't rock his hips to tease Obi-Wan's cock or try to get him moving again. He waited.

In the Force, he was an extended invitation, ready when Obi-Wan was. Reassuring that if Obi-Wan wanted to try to use the Force to hold him there, to incorporate using the Force like that, Anakin wanted him to do it. He was both comfortable with it and welcomed it.

But he vocalized it, too. "Ask me if I want you to hold me down."

"Why would I ask you a question I already know the answer to?"

That 'make me' was perfectly clear, so is the welcome and invitation in the force and the way Anakin is holding his hand.

He even had Anakin verbally say he trusted Obi-Wan. This trip - was all about how much he trusted himself. He took a deep breath and pulled Anakin's hand up higher on the wall, above his head. "Give me your other hand, please."

"Because I want to hear you ask it first," Anakin said, not moving his other hand until he got the question. "And I want to say it."

Anakin was pushing.

Anaking also knew he was pushing or he wouldn't be pushing this hard against... some mental resistance Obi-Wan couldn't easily name, beyond general discomfort.

Nothing about this should be as hard as it was, but it was actually hard.

He fell silent for a bit and then - "Do you want me to hold you down?"

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