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"I do. You don't. I like you more than I like them." Which did not mean he would keep insisting. HE really did love that blaze of color.

Just not as much as he loved Anakin.

Anakin stepped forward, small smile on his face. There might have been a flash of mischievousness in the Force just before Anakin tugged Obi-Wan in a lateral direction just before reaching the door to pin him against the wall of the hut with a full on kiss.

He was caught off guard, but other than freeing his hand so he could get both his hands on Anakin's hips and return the kiss--

Well, he certainly didn't object.

He all but melted between the wall and Anakin.

No idea why that had happened, but was willing to accept it anyway, because it was good.

No idea? Really? Anakin smiled against Obi-Wan's mouth - that ridiculous man - and then deepened the kiss, pressing his body against Obi-Wan's as he did so. And his hands slipped under the hem of Obi-Wan's shirt, finding skin.

He had no idea. He'd just said he liked Anakin more than sunsets. ...He was ridiculous.

He made a soft, pleased sound and pulled Anakin in closer and opened to and returned the kiss. He groaned softly when Anakin's fingers grazed skin.

...He absolutely liked Anakin a lot more than the sunsets. Or much of anything else in the galaxy for that matter.

Anakin liked the noises Obi-Wan was making and went in search of ways to cause more. He broke the kiss to lean down and bite the side of Obi-Wan's neck, just like Obi-Wan liked to do to him, if a little softer, to test the waters. He had to admit it was immensely satisfying, and he let Obi-Wan know that in the Force.

He tilted his head back and exposed more of his throat to Anakin's mouth, and slid his hands up under the back of Anakin's tunic, just to touch skin.

He definitely made more noise, this one a little more confident and sure, and it came with a flood of warmth under his skin.

He didn't it enjoy this the same way as he had pinning Anakin to the wall, but he sure didn't enjoy it less, either. There was also no element of him being uncertain or conflicted about the impulses here. It was just really, really good.

"Leave a mark."

Gods, did that request go straight to Anakin's cock.

He bit harder. He felt Obi-Wan's pulse under his tongue. He moaned and rocked his hips against Obi-Wan's for friction.

The heat between them felt amazing, and Anakin wanted it hotter.

It was only fair since the result of his request went straight to Obi-Wan's.

He didn't rock into Anakin so much as he arched away from the wall and into Anakin, and stayed there. He gasped breathlessly, and tightened his grip until his short nails just bit into Anakin's skin. That mix of friction and pressure, Anakin's reaction to the request and knowing he was going to have at least a few days with teeth marks in his skin?

It got to him. It really, really, got to him in a way that shut his brain down. There was just pure sensation and the sudden, abrupt, flood of want.

One of his hands traveled to the front of Obi-Wan's trousers to tug at the fasteners. In the Force, Anakin asked for permission.

With his mouth, he let go of Obi-Wan's throat to kiss the marks he'd just made gently, not in the least bit apologetic, but still caring. He loved the way Obi-Wan reacted to his touch. Thoughts developed in his head, despite the headiness, and he kissed his way up to Obi-Wan's ear to tell him.

Between sharp nips at his ear lobe he said, "I want to suck you off... and as I do, I want you to watch the sunsets so that every time you see those colors you ache for my mouth around your cock."

Obi-Wan's answer to that tug and question in the Force was very much less a 'yes' or even 'please', than a mildly bewildered, slightly urgent, get on with it. There were apparently limits to his ability to be polite.

That limit was considerably closer than this. No individual part of it, but all of it. Against a wall, Anakin's mouth moving over his throat and marks he could still feel his own pulse echoing in, followed by the sharp sting of teeth at his ear-

and then a crude statement of what Anakin wanted - not just the act but the effect he wanted to have on Obi-Wan in the future.... That he wanted to have an effect on Obi-Wan in the future at all?

Yeah, he was basically gone. Higher order mental functions were shut down. He was hard to the point of aching in his pants, hand tight on Anakin's shoulder and panting raggedly. He didn't even bother with groaning, he just wanted. With every single fiber of his being wanted every single fiber of Anakin.

Edited (icon) 2020-02-29 03:57 (UTC)

Anakin grinned, the part of him in the Force melted into Obi-Wan. Whatever the other man wanted, he was giving himself for Obi-Wan to take.

He rolled his hips into Obi-Wan's and said, with smug satisfaction, one last thing in Obi-Wan's ear, "Enjoy your sunsets."

And then Anakin dropped to his knees, pulling Obi-Wan's trousers and underwear down with him. He had some fun of his own, kissing down one hipbone until just before he reached Obi-Wan's cock and then he abruptly moved to the other hipbone to make the same journey. His hand slowly traveled up the inside of Obi-Wan's thigh.

On this second journey down the line from hipbone to cock, Anakin took a slight detour from the final destination of Obi-Wan's cock. He sent Obi-Wan a mental preview of his intentions in the Force, before pressing his lips against one of Obi-Wan's testicles. Gentle at first, followed by an open mouth and then tongue.

What he wanted, as it turned out, was exactly what he was being given - a beautiful sunset, a back at his wall, someone he trusted, and out of his head.

Something... simpler, more direct, something that had physicality and some softer emotions (love, Obi-Wan, that's love), and to not be tying himself in moral and ethical knots while trying to make sense of the galaxy without the framework of the Jedi.

It probably shouldn't be able to be this deeply turned on and at something like peace, and he might be inclined to analyze that to death, too, except for the part where he was at something approaching peace and turned on to a degree that he'd probably never experienced.

The warning was good. Even with it he was somewhat startled, almost confused until - there was heat and touch and he flattened his hands against thew all, went wide-eyed and gasped. Found a way to get his hand tangled in Anakin's hair with idle appreciation for the fact that it was currently long enough to get tangled up in.

You are so.... right. Not perfect or even 'good' necessarily, just right. For him. Felt good. Looked good. Fit.

Anakin didn’t feel he needed to shock Obi-Wan more by pointing out that the man was falling in love - he was fully confident that Obi-Wan would get there all on his own. Well... maybe he wouldn’t, but Anakin didn’t need to tell him that right now, maybe if they were years into this and the man still hadn’t realized two plus two equaled four, Anakin would clue him in. Right now, it was just best to let the man be happy experiencing what he was experiencing.

And if Obi-Wan caught anything in return in kind from Anakin, well, he didn’t need to explain that either right now.

Right now, Anakin was focused on using his lips and tongue to gently nip and pull in turn one of Obi-Wan’s most sensitive parts, and as long as Obi-Wan reacted like that, Anakin kept going, if occasionally switching sides.

But he did have more planned.

Eventually he stopped and pulled back just enough to suck on two of his fingers. After getting them slick, he moved his hand up between Obi-Wan’s legs and paused just shy of entering him just long to mentally project his intent before pushing the first then second finger in.

It was more important that Anakin know he was loved, than Obi-Wan realized that he was in love. It may be more important at some point, may be important that he realize as well as Anakin, but for the time being it simply was - and Anakin knowing that it was, was the important part of the equation.

He thought he was going to relax his fingers and car them through Anakin's hair, still watching the sunset. He did in fact mostly manage that, before Anakin pulled back. At that point he glanced away from the blaze of color spread across the sky to Anakin and -

Definitely was prepared and not caught off guard, but still tilted his head back, pushed down onto both fingers and absolutely did close his eyes because processing sensation was all he could do. Process sensation and get his hand back in Anakin's hair, not to control him but rather to have another point of contact.

...well all of that and moan, softly. That burning stretch felt really, really, profoundly good. Demanded and pushed just right to make damn sure his attention wasn't going anywhere.

That got the exact reaction Anakin was hoping. There was something so satisfying and rewarding about making a partner feel this good.

He pushed in deep, finding Obi-Wan's prostate and then started pulling and pushing his fingers - down and up, small movements, just enough to hit that right spot every time. He let Obi-Wan enjoy that for a long moment.

But there was that visual element to this experience.

"Hey, watch those sunsets," he called up to Obi-Wan before leaning back in, this time at Obi-Wan's cock, and dragged his tongue from the base up the full length of Obi-Wan's cock. And when he reached the tip, he took all of it in.

With spit for lube there was a continual burn and stretch there that, even with shorter strokes and presses into him, never got entirely easy and that -

That set against sharp shocks of pleasure that kept stealing his breath and making him make soft, but near continual noise at the end of every exhale, was just about as close to bliss as he'd been in his life.

Until Anakin prompted him to open his eyes and he was promptly engulfed in the wet heat of Anakin's mouth. Yes, yes sunsets were going to forever be linked to that feeling.

His thighs and stomach tightened and then tension flowed higher, up his back and into his shoulders and neck, pulling his back into an arch. e gritted his teeth, breath going erratic and flush down his throat and shoulders deepening in spite of the cooling air as Anakin continued.

Somewhere in the force, somehow, his presence twined around and very nearly into Anakin's. Subconsciously seeking intimacy and connection on every level he could find it.

And Anakin was willing to give everything Obi-Wan asked for, opening up to him in the Force. He kept a steady pace with with fingers and with his mouth - taking him in and pulling back slowly. Each time he reached the tip of Obi-Wan's cock, he'd flick his tongue up the slit.

When he felt the tension in Obi-Wan's body increase, he moved faster, taking Obi-Wan's cock in faster, deeper. In the Force he wove them together, pull the feel of Obi-Wan around him, pulling the feeling of the both of them around them both. Both a tug and shove towards climax.

All of it kept ... winding higher and tighter. Everything fueled desire and worked to strengthen both his presence in the moment and the burn of that glorious sensation into his mind.

But it was ultimately that twining of them within the force, done by Anakin, that pulled him over the edge. He didn't scream or even really make noise but that was because he actually stopped breathing. For the first time (of the night) his hand in Anakin's hair actually tightened to the point of discomfort, and his vision flared white as orgasm took him.

...and he let it.

Just...

completely...

let...

go.

Anakin didn't draw back until he felt Obi-Wan's cock stop throbbing and splashing hot against the back of this throat. He swallowed all of it.

He pulled his fingers out slowly.

But he didn't try and pull them apart in the Force.

With a smug and lazy smile he rested his face against Obi-Wan's hip, looking up at him.

"Wow," he said, amusing himself with the thought that he'd never predicted Obi-Wan could let go that much. He didn't have to say, so tangled up in each other in the Force, Obi-Wan could probably feel that thought from Anakin.

If Anakin had attempted to untangle them in the Force at that precise moment, Obi-Wan would have... struggled pretty hard. As it was, he was warm, relaxed, felt loose limbed, heavy-

and deep, deep, love for Anakin.

He gently unclenched the hand in Anakin's hair but murmured a soft, "Up, please." Because he wanted Anakin closer. In the Force though? Yeah, he could feel that thought and in truth what Anakin could likely feel in return was slightly dazed agreement.

He hadn't known, either.

As he stood, Anakin sent a pledge through the Force, that he would try and try to find ways to do that to Obi-Wan again and again.

He kept his hand on Obi-Wan's hip, wanting to keep the skin to skin contact.

"We should get you inside," he said before kissing Obi-Wan full on the mouth.

"It's going to get cold fast. And your pants aren't on." He grinned like he didn't have anything to do with the state of Obi-Wan's pants.

"Are they? I cannot imagine why." He rolled his eyes a bit, but he kissed Anakin on the corner of the mouth and sighed, more content than anything but a bit of regret at needing to even physically disengage. He did though, at least enough to get his pants and underwear back up and into place.

Anakin stepped back, to let him have room to move, but he grabbed Obi-Wan's hand the first moment it was free.

"C'mon, I have something for you."

"Is it a nap?" He kind of hoped it was a nap, but he was also still very agreeable. He wrapped his fingers around Anakin's, held his hand and followed him inside.

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