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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.

He laughed and shuddered at the same time. "It isn't a handle, Anakin." It was however hard and interested in the unique nature of the touch.

He slid into bed and immediately turned on his side to face Anakin, stroking fingers over his cheek and into his hair for a moment, just because he so completely loved the man and wanted to touch him like this, too.

Anakin just smiled at Obi-Wan, but didn't let go though he stopped 'tugging' and changed up the technique to something more of a gentle stroke. And when Obi-Wan was close enough for him to touch with his hands, Anakin was doing that, too. He loved when Obi-Wan touched him back, wished he would do it more, but not wanting to push Obi-Wan too far outside his comfort zone.

"Anywhere you are," Anakin said, "Is home for me."

Obi-Wan was getting more comfortable with sex as an expression of love, with someone he loved, and starting to get a little bit willing to experiment and play.

...rough sex with someone who had been his student in the past, that was going to take a while. He was much better than he had been and would continue to get more comfortable, but... time.

He curled his fingers around the back of Anakin's neck, and rested his forehead against Anakin's. Let the invisible weight of the force slide over Anakin's skin, cover and blanket Anakin's body. He lifted and arched a bit into the force around him at more or less the same time.

"We'll figure it out." Because Anakin and peace were what he wanted most and they had time. He leaned in and kissed Anakin then, slow and soft but softly heated.

Anakin sighed deeply when he felt Obi-Wan lay the Force over him. One of these days he was going to see if he could tempt Obi-Wan back into some rough sex. There was something about completely surrendering to him that was so incredibly satisfying and comforting. It was probably the trust aspect of it all.

But asking for that right now would not be a good idea, even he knew he needed to recover some more before getting rough in bed.

A hand slipped behind Obi-Wan's neck and he held them close together, matching the man's passion. Enjoying the slow build up of heat.

He altered the movement of the Force around Obi-Wan's cock- he wanted to see if he could make the motion rotate slightly as it moved up the length of Obi-Wan's cock.

There was every possibility that he could be tempted back to rough sex, particularly if Anakin caught his frustration or adrenaline level just right.

There was no possibility it was going to be while Anakin was recovering from spinal surgery. Always nice when Anakin's good sense decided to join Obi-Wan's. It was a bit lonely when he was out there alone.

He made a low noise at the hand around the back of his neck, kissed Anakin with just the faintest edge of heat and - rocked slightly toward the invisible touch before he caught himself. "Are you sure," he murmured, pulling back just enough to murmur, "you really want to distract me right now?"

“Oh,” Anakin raised his eyebrows. “Is this distracting you?” And to emphasis his point, Anakin changed what he was doing and let the invisible touch brush along the underside of Obi-Wan’s full length.

“Think of it as a challenge.”

And then lifted his head to nip at Obi-Wan’s ear and say, “I trust you completely.”

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