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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.

"I can give it to you in bed," Anakin said.

Once inside, he stopped briefly to clean up before stripping for bed. On the way back he grabbed the two crystals he'd wrapped in wire and strung on cord. He met Obi-Wan back at the bed.

He held out the crystal from his lightsaber for Obi-Wan to take.

"You keep mine, and... I'll keep yours." He held Obi-Wan's crystal back in his hand.

He reached out his hand to take it before he consciously registered the words, though of course the crystal felt familiar.

Once the words did register he looked up at Anakin with a... almost bewildered expression that gradually turned into a smile. He didn't need an explanation for this. He understood- and a big part of what he understood was, however circular, that Anakin understood.

He wanted to cry. Instead he closed his hand around the blue crystal and knelt up so he could kiss Anakin, slowly and with so much love it made his chest hurt.

Even if love wasn't named.

Anakin was a little bit surprised at Obi-Wan's reaction, mostly because the man was so measured all the time (a stark comparison to him who leaked a different emotion every minute). But he kissed the man back with equal passion.

He moved to kneel on the bed with Obi-Wan, smiling, kissing, smiling. "You're ridiculous, but I don't want you to change."

He was, but this meant a lot to him. Some of the things it meant, Anakin might not even have intended and Obi-Wan wouldn't have been able to express in words. Things about love and faith and -

He didn't know, but a lot.

He quirked a faint smile. "I'm glad because I don't think I can. Now lie down and nap with me, please." Though he paused to put the 'necklace' on and tuck it inside his tunic before he laid down.

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