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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?"

He lost some layers before he crawled into the bed beside Anakin and somewhat tentatively wrapped his arms around Anakin.

"I'd be better able to answer that if you hadn't avoided me asking the same question, and yes, I think if we ask for a better bed, Bail might provide it. I also think we might give him a stroke if we imply we'll be sharing it."

Anakin laughed softly, closing his eyes and thoroughly enjoying the warmth, the closeness, everything. In the Force he invited Obi-Wan to share his elation. "The devil inside me says we should definitely imply that to him. But he's really the one person keeping the opposition to Palpatine under control, so..."

He propped himself on his elbow. "I'm fine, I'm wonderful." He walked his fingers up Obi-Wan's chest, punctuating every word of his next sentence. "That was amazing sex. What you just did to me will revisit my dreams. And I welcome those dreams. But... I'm not experiencing an existential crisis about my feelings for you."

He actually has to admit some part of him would find shocking Bail fun but that probably they should just request another bed and let it be implied it was so someone could stop sleeping on the floor.

He listens to Anakin, enjoys the fingers on his chest and let's himself be reassured - until he's confused. "Do you want to be experiencing an existential crisis?"

"Hmm, deflection... I can't remember right now who taught me that." He traces his finger in small circles.

"You liked being in control.

What do you mean evasion, he is not evading he is -

evading like a crazy thing and all but mentally flinching away from this entire discussion with the depth of his discomfort with the subject matter.

Fortunately he likes Anakin and ultimately just sighs, heavily.

"Yes, I did and if you are fine so am I."

Anakin reached out with the Force and threaded himself with Obi-Wan's presence.

"Have you always liked being in control and I've just missed the cues, or is this new?"

The feeling of Anakin's presence threading through and tangling in his own made Obi-Wan groan.

"...In sex? It's new." Since, you know, sex was. He was cautious now, but only because he was paranoid and now afraid Anakin was... afraid of him. Since he was having his own 'conflict' about it.

"Hmmm."

He made his touch unbearably soft as he brushed his fingers down Obi-Wan's chest.

"We should do it again, see what else you like... But we should pick out some safe-words first."

He couldn't decide if he loved that soft touch or if it itched. He reached up and brushed his fingers over Anakin's arm, and-

"Can I use them to get out of this conversation?" he asked, dryly.

He grabbed Obi-Wan's fingers and brought them to his mouth.

"No," he said, and pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan's fingers. "Because we are having a discussion about consent and comfort levels with what we do in sex." Another kiss. "And if you don't want to engage in that kind of conversation, then the only alternative is to not have sex."

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