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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.

Obi-Wan had the unfair advantage of being able to say just the right thing that made Anakin go weak in the knees right when he needed the strength to stand. If it wasn't for Obi-Wan's hands on his hips, those first few thrusts would have been rocky. Eventually he found his feet again, and locked his legs so he could push back with each thrust.

He wasn't ashamed to hold back the moans that every thrust of Obi-Wan's hips pulled from his mouth. Let the creatures of the Tatooine desert night hear everything they were doing. His fingers curled into fists and then flexed again.

It didn't take Obi-Wan long before he was leading Anakin up to the edge with every stroke of his hand. But even as he knew it was coming, his climax took him by surprise, splashing against the wall of the hut and radiating out through his body to the tips of his toes and splayed fingers.

Obi-Wan was more aware of the physical tension building in Anakin, both because he was so tightly connected to Anakin. Physically, in the force, emotionally, all of it in those moments, he was just there and focused on him so utterly and completely.

He was also desperately trying to hang back so Anakin got his orgasm first. He let go after, and only after, once he felt that splash of heat and bit of extra tightness around him.

He wasn't far behind Anakin even then. A few deeper, sharper, thrusts and his face buried in Anakin's throat and he was lost in sensation and release.

He managed, somehow, even as gone as he was, to wrap both arms around Anakin to make sure no one collapsed.

Releasing Anakin's hands, though, wasn't so much decision as his attention just shattering apart with climax.

Trembling arms braced him, and Obi-Wan against him, on the wall. He dropped his head to the cold stucco wall, sweat sticking to his hair and neck. When he felt like he wasn't going to drop to the ground, he lowered a arm to drape over Obi-Wan's, to hold him still, there with him, not wanting him to pull out yet. Just something about staying in full contact, inside and out, made this afterglow all the more meaningful.

"You liked being in charge," he said. It wasn't a question. It was an obvious fact. "You okay?"

He was pretty braced, too, to make sure Anakin didn't need to support both their weight - or even all of his own. It wasn't even a decision - it was downright instinctive, as was staying close right now, in spite of the bitter cold air pressing in against the shield of force they'd built around them.

He was more tempted than he would have liked to admit to brush Anakin's question off. He was clearly more than physically fine.

He knew what Anakin was asking, though, and he didn't have a good answer, yet. "Probably." Maybe. Possibly. Depending on: "Are you?"

“Anakin didn’t answer Obi-Wan’s question. Instead he said, after a contented sigh, “ I want to go in and lay down with you.”

He responds to that immediately, but he is still slow and careful in how he pulls out of Anakin and disengages from him. He also takes long enough to wipe his hand off on his own cloak - sticky hands are a problem, okay? - before fixing his clothes, taking Anakin's hand again and heading inside to drop the cloak and head toward bed.

Is he worried? Mildly. Not terribly. Anakin doesn't feel distressed, at least.

Anakin grabbed his cloak, pulled up his pants, but he didn't fasten them. He was just going to stripe when he got to bed.

Dropping the hold on the air around them to keep the heat in made him ready for that bed, and he slipped under the covers like a fish finding water. And the moment Obi-Wan lays down next to him, he half spreads himself over the man, and he wraps the covers over them both. He settles in with a shiver but also a contented hum.

"I still want to talk, but I wanted to do it in here where there's a heater, and blankets, and a lumpy bed- do you think we can ask Bail to get us a better bed? Also, are you okay?"

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