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Anakin closed his eyes and let himself enjoy Obi-Wan enjoying the moment.

He laughed softly. Where, when all of this war-making was done, were they going to find a place that both fed Anakin's need for excitement and Obi-Wan's need for peace and quiet?

"Could go down to Mos Espa and watch a pod race. Then you can experience just how loud Tatooine can be."

He dropped one of his hands to Anakin's arm and pulled it a little more securely around himself.

"You could enter a pod race, before we go back. Then I could have a heart attack and we wouldn't have to worry about how quiet or loud it is."

He was teasing. He was....

Honestly so deeply content and at peace in this exact moment.

"You know how capable I am at flying, why would you have a heart attack?" Anakin gently teased.

He found that spot behind Obi-Wan's ears with his nose and then his mouth.

He groaned softly, but he also retaliated by lifting Anakin's hand and placing a warm, wet kiss on the inside of his wrist and ended with a super soft scrape of teeth.

"I don't know," he murmured. "I know how capable you are with a sword and you seem to have a spinal implant, now."

"No one would be trying to kill me with a lightsaber," he huffed against the skin of Obi-Wan's neck.

But he didn't have anything more to say after he felt Obi-Wan's teeth graze against his wrist. All he could really do, after gathering his bearings, was add teeth of his own against Obi-Wan's neck.

The sound that came out of Obi-Wan at that was pure, uninhibited, sex. Just absolutely sensual enjoyment.

"No. It's more dangerous."

Still conversing politely and with an even tone, though. And carrying on with: "I think this is the first time I've enjoyed you being taller than me."

Anakin's response was instantaneous and all in his cock. He moaned as he shifted his hips against Obi-Wan's ass.

"I can keep going." Though eventually they'd probably have to take this to the bed, he probably didn't have the strength or the stamina to do sex standing up.

"I don't know if I trust your back that much." Lying down would be a good idea but he didn't want Anakin hurting himself. "Let's go to bed and curl up together, anyway. The contact is... good." Even feeling Anakin's arousal sent a flush of warmth through him that was one part arousal and one part pure love and trust.

With the tiniest bit of reluctance, Anakin rolled his hips one more time, enjoyed the friction, and then pulled away, tugging Obi-Wan with him.

"We should have asked Bail for a better bed," he said, amused. "I might be better standing."

The way Obi-Wan didn't check himself at all but arched back and slightly up into that roll of Anakin's hips said.. a lot about his mental state.

"The mattress isn't that bad, but if it causes you pain I can help. Or we can find some medication."

He ...worried.

"I'll be fine," Anakin casually brushed off Obi-Wan's worry. He knew it was Obi-Wan's nature to worry, so he took it upon himself to balance that out by not worrying.

"I want to... try a few things. I think you'll like them."

He was in a pretty mellow mood overall. His eyebrow (and interest) went up at mention of trying things, and he was more than willing but even in the process of lacing his fingers through Anakin's to move toward the bed:

"All right, but if anything hurts you, we stop. So no blocking me out entirely in the Force, please."

"Oh, that is the last thing I'll do right now." And for emphasis, he reached for the Force and used it to touch the spot on Obi-Wan's neck that he'd been kissing.

He tilted his head down a bit at the invisible touch and got more curious and interested, but -

"Good." That's the important thing. "do you need help getting into the bed?"

At the bed now and he leveled a look at Obi-Wan, "I can do that much."

But he didn't lower himself yet, insteady he started undressing. It would be easier to let gravity take his pants. And he used a steady hand on Obi-Wan's shoulders to help him step out of his pants and underwear.

"You can help with my shirt, though."

What? He worries, he fusses, he wants to help. He returns the look with a level but strangely, intentionally, somehow teasing sort of exaggerated 'innocence' in his eyes being just a little too wide and expression just a little too neutral.

Then he smiles faint and reaches for Anakin's shirt.

"Good. I'd hate to think I'm not being helpful." Or not having an excuse to touch Anakin and let his fingers graze against skin as he gets it off Anakin.

Anakin's sigh and his cock returning to full stiffness should be all the answer Obi-Wan needed to know how Anakin appreciated what he did. And if that didn't do it, claiming the man's mouth with his own in a deep, sensual kiss was a good follow up message.

His hands slipped under Obi-Wan's shirt.

"You should get naked, too."

And his hands found their way to the fasteners on Obi-Wan's pants.

"Should I?" He was breathless and dazed looking after that kiss, even a little glassy eyed.

He was also hard, but not really... thinking about it. Too focused on Anakin. Then-

"Oh. Yes. I should." Anakin could handle his pants, he got busy with his own shirt, so he could get his hands back on Anakin's skin faster.

The heedy sensuality hung in the Force between them. Anakin wanted to drink it in and feed it at the same time. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Obi-Wan's, enjoying the light touches of Obi-Wan's hands against his skin. His hand dropped to Obi-Wan's cock and gently took hold.

"I'm going to try something."

It had been on his mind since not long after he'd woken up from surgery and Obi-Wan had held him down and he'd started playing with the Force. Could it work if he...

He thought about dragging his fingers up Obi-Wan's spine. But instead of using his fingers, he used the Force.

Without the complications of conflicted feelings and shame, his response is freer, more fluid, more natural.

Part of his response, most of it, is the roll of his hips pushing his erection into and against Anakin's hand and spine outward against the drag of invisible fingers. Part of his response is the soft, deep, and deeply sexual and sensual moan.

And part of it is immediately ducking his face down against Anakin's throat and effectively hiding.

No shame, this time, no conflict or resistance. Just... Obi-Wan and his discomfort with being the 'center of attention'.

Anakin pulled Obi-Wan close and nuzzled him. He but didn't try anything with the Force again. Instead, he said softly, "You try it."

Obi-Wan snorted a little without lifting his head, and kissed Anakin's pulse point.

Then, in also typical fashion, showed off. By focusing on the force and sliding that touch up the inside of Anakin's thighs from the knees, brushed gently over his balls and then wrapped around and delicately stroked his cock.

It was Anakin's turn to gasp and falter and reach for balance, a hand wrapping around to the small ove Obi-Wan's back, the other gripping the man's bicep.

"Fuck." It was a sharp, punctuated whisper.

That was amazing.

He wanted Obi-Wan showing off more.

When he'd regained his ability to say more than one word, he said, "I think... I need to lay down now."

"Yes," he agreed, straightening up and smiling in a slightly sheepish way. "You do and so do I." He moved away from Anakin to pull the covers down and then waited pointedly for Anakin to get into the bed.

He wanted Anakin comfortable.

As comfortable as possible, anyway.

Anakin would normally hope gracefully into bed, but these days, he sat slowly and swung his legs up. Not so much because moving fast was painful, but because still healing meant he wasn't as steady as before.

But once in bed, he was reaching again for Obi-Wan to join him, both with his hand and with the Force, employing the same trick to trace a line up Obi-Wan's thigh and settling around his cock, puling gently.

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