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"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?"

"Yes," Anakin said without hesitation, and reverberated a feeling of deep satisfaction and trust through the Force. He moved his other hand up for Obi-Wan to take.

He leaned into what he could feel in the Force far more than what Anakin said, because he was himself, but-

he had to admit that verbalizing it helped. It took a lot of the weight out of the thing, or at least got him out of his head over it.

He caught Anakin's other hand with his own, holding both wrists - for now - with one hand. It was extremely breakable as a hold and for the time being that worked better for him as he continued to get out of his head.

He leaned in, close against Anakin's back, lifted up a little so he was pressed into Anakin's ass, and mouthed his throat, letting teeth drag rather than bite while he wrapped his hand around Anakin's cock, squeezed lightly once and then stroked.

"Oh fuck!" Obi-Wan hadn't said anything about not vocally appreciating what he was doing. He loved how amazing Obi-Wan's slightly calloused hands felt around his cock, and the slow way he moved his hand was both frustrating and intoxicating. Force, he wanted more. Just...

He rocked his hips a small bit to create friction for Obi-Wan's cock.

And the mental images he sent were pure anticipation of Obi-Wan finally thrusting into him.

He groaned, loudly. His self-control slipped just a bit in response to the mental images - just enough that his next bite on Anakin's neck was going to leave a mark.

He did, however, finally replace the grip holding Anakin's hands to the wall with the Force. Because he needed his other hand to be able to open the lube and spread it across his fingers, unless he wanted to let go of Anakin's cock and he most definitely did not.

He dragged his thumb directly over the head, across the slit, just as he pushed two slick - cold slick- fingers into Anakin.

The movement of Obi-Wan's thumb melted the lock on Anakin's knees and it was a good thing he was helped by Obi-Wan holding him up with the Force. His breathing became short and shallow.

But oh, those cold fingers!

"Fuck, Obi-Wan," he moaned. "Fuck."

He tensed around those cold fingers, more so than he would otherwise. Perhaps that was Obi-Wan's intent, because it took longer for Anakin to relax from that initial shock. Which would mean it would be longer until he felt Obi-Wan's cock inside him.

He closed his eyes and breathed through that tight burn, until it wasn't pain but pleasure to feel Obi-Wan's fingers moving in him.

Oh, this was the payment Obi-Wan had promised weeks ago for messing with his hair. Anakin understood now, and said back over his shoulders with a delighted smile, "You're going to pay for that."

He stilled both of his hands to give Anakin a half-chance, at least, to begin to relax, but leaned forward and grazed his lips over Anakin's shoulder. When Anakin looked back at him he took advantage and softly nipped his way up the line of his throat, caught Anakin's earlobe in his teeth and tugged lightly.

"I certainly hope so," was barely a breath, but one breathed into Anakin's ear.

It was also smirky somehow, and immediately followed by twisting his fingers inside Anakin, pushing deeper and then with an awful lot of accuracy dragging his fingers lightly across Anakin's prostate as he pulled them back.

That pulled a moan from the back of Anakin's throat.

"I don't know," he said breathily, "If teaching you how to do these things was a good idea..." he took a deep breath to steady himself. "When you do it like that..." But everything he sent in the Force was positive, begging for more.

He stopped.

He stopped everything. Fingers still inside Anakin, hand still around him, but moved not at all.

"Should we stop, then?" Total tease, but honestly how could he resist?

Anakin breathed in sharply, and it took him a moment to compose himself enough to say, “Don’t. You. Dare.”

"You don't think after that 'make me' stunt it would be fair?" He tsked, and kissed Anakin's shoulder. "Maybe you should use words and ask me for what you want?"

Anakin usually wasn’t the one to growl during their sexual encounters, that was generally Obi-Wan’s signature expression of enjoyment. But Anakin did growl this time, deep in his throat, long suffering.

Fine, he’d play.

“Shove your cock in me already. Stop making me wait.”

Anakin was probably lucky that Obi-Wan found that sound incredibly arousing, or he might have found a way to employ malicious compliance. His utter amusement was clear in the Force, though, right beside desire.

He slid his fingers free of Anakin, removed his hand from Anakin's cock and stepped back just a bit so he could slick himself with lube and steady Anakin with one hand on his hip.

Then he did as he was told, but the press into Anakin was slow, steady, and really not much of a shove.

Anakin’s moan was long, drawn out, but one of equal parts an announcement of experience pleasure and frustration. For the first time, he strained his arms against the hold on him in the Force, not to break free, but as an outlet for his need.

“That’s... not exactly what I said to do.”

"I thought I was in charge?" That part is automated banter, said through gritted teeth as he's continuing to slowly push into Anakin.

Once he's there, he pauses and breathes for just a second and wraps his hand gently back around Anakin. Leans in so he can whisper: "The slow was for me."

Otherwise he'd have already come and that would just be embarrassing - and failing to give Anakin what he wanted.

Deep breath and admission out of the way he pulled back near completely, snapped his hips forward hard, and immediately fell into a downright punishing pace.

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