darkforcerising | OPEN POST

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.”

"Mm. But I thought we were challenging you." To stay still namely, but he's very, very close to laughing.

Even if he's mostly not thinking too hard about complete trust and how uncomfortable he still is with that. At least he isn't arguing aloud. "Just enjoy yourself. Isn't that how the rules go?"

"Same thing?" Anakin joked back. But when Obi-Wan used his own words against him, "Alright." And he changed his use of the Force, instead to focus on brushing lightly along Obi-Wan's body, up his back and down his sides in a slow exploration. It wasn't like actually touching him - this was some new kind of sense altogether and Anakin contented himself with doing this small thing. For now.

"I'll be good for you."

He was still turned on, but that light touch actually felt... soothing, settling, and just intimate and warm in a way that made him feel...

loved?

He leaned in and kissed Anakin, slowly and deeply, and curled up beside him, one of his legs draped lightly over Anakin's, ankle hooked just over one of Anakin's. He nuzzled and nipped and licked at Anakin's jaw and throat, and -

continued to focus his use of the force over Anakin's thighs and in wrapping firmly around his cock and sliding along the length. Trying Anakin's trick with rotation this time.

A doer, laying back and allowing things to happen to him didn't come naturally to Anakin. Oh, but Obi-Wan sure did his best to make it as easy for him as possible.

Anakin couldn't help rolling his hips slightly to move into that touch.

And that rotation at the end- Anakin sucked in his breath and just stopped everything - kissing, his hands, breathing - for a moment. And when he could use his voice again, he hummed lowly.

"Keep doing that," and he smiled before adding, "please."

It's supposed to be difficult. It's also a situation where turn about is fair play. Obi-Wan's much better at patience and being still but much worse about enjoying things or being the focus of attention, so they can both enjoy the struggle - and growth.

He doesn't stop, and gets his mouth on Anakin's throat. Scrapes his teeth along the tendon at the side of his neck and bites down just hard enough to leave a mark.

He does not stop what he's doing with the Force, though he stays slow and doesn't get any firmer with it (yet, anyway)-

"I won't stop if you keep talking. You tell me what you want, and lay still, and you'll get it. You'll certainly get it if you keep saying please."

Anakin's eyes fluttered shut as Obi-Wan bit down. He tensed just for a heartbeat, before melting dizzily into the brief sharp pain of Obi-Wan's teeth sinking in.

Anakin opened himself in the Force to Obi-Wan, letting the other man feel just what it was he was doing to him - what Obi-Wan taking control and Anakin submitting to him was doing to Anakin. Because it was safe here between them in bed, because Anakin trusted Obi-Wan completely.

Breathing labored, hands alternating between scrambling for purchase or grasping tightly, be it Obi-Wan's arm or entangled in hair. This was desperation clinging to the anchoring sensation of that bite on his neck. Anakin wanted more, needed more.

The, "Please," was breathless, begging for what he couldn't vocalize, and only send in mental images to Obi-Wan: more use of teeth, more fine manipulation of the Force, more taking control.

Obi-Wan was still pretty overwhelmed and a little hesitant in taking control and hurting Anakin, but his reason for hesitation was love as much as self-doubt and he wasn't rejecting it.

He wanted to give Anakin what Anakin needed and wanted. He caught Anakin's hands in one of his and pulled them gently away and pressed them to the mattress above Anakin's head and then held them there with the Force.

"You're going to hurt yourself," he murmured, and then moved so he was hovering over Anakin. While holding Anakin against the bed with a solid blanket of Force, and continuing to use the Force to stroke him. That left both his hands and mouth free and that was-

exciting and interesting. He bit Anakin again, sharp and leaving little red marks as he worked his way down Anakin's throat to his collar bone. He left a mark there that would bruise.

"I wonder...." There was a smirky edge in there. He lightened the force grip around Anakin's legs. "Spread your legs for me, please."

Anakin didn't fight Obi-Wan positioning and locking his arms above his head with the Force. He gave into it with a deeply satisfied sigh that turned to blissful quick intakes of breath each time Obi-Wan bit him, and pleasant moans as the pain bled away.

And the bites with Obi-Wan still using the Force on his cock were building up quickly to take Anakin over the edge. The pause in the biting was a necessary break or Anakin would have climaxed already.

He was too dizzy to raise an eyebrow at Obi-Wan's ponderings, but complied readily when Obi-Wan told him to spread his legs. And to be cheeky for that unnecessarily politeness, Anakin traced the Force along the underside of Obi-Wan's cock and circled the tip for good measure.

The point where he needs to use the force to reach for the lube and Anakin strokes along the underside of his cock is where it all kind of falls apart for Obi-Wan.

There was a second where he groaned, his hips rolled, and he reached to grab the lube before it dropped out of the air and onto Anakin -- but also that was the point where his use of restraint on Anakin just evaporated.

It came back but for a moment it just fell apart.

"Brat," he said, fondly, while opening the lube (with his hands) and re-establishing his Force hold on Anakin and.. not yet adding the stroking to the mix. He needed a second. Or thirty.

There was something about Obi-Wan losing control for just a moment that was both endearing and arrosing.

He didn't try to gain control when Obi-Wan lost it. He was satisfied with being restrained, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to throw Obi-Wan off his game in ways that were enjoyable for the both of them.

With a wide grin, and innocent eyes, he said, "I don't know what you're talking about." He did know why Obi-Wan called him a brat, it was well deserved. Not hat Anakin would admit it. He did, however, change what he was doing with the Force, to give Obi-Wan a moment to catch his breath. He contented himself with carding the Force through Obi-Wan's hair, slowly, with a bit of sharp drag, like fingernails dragging along scalp.

He then playfully asked, "What are you going to do to me?"

He spilled the lube into his hands, and fairly well coated both of them. His smile when he answered Anakin was warm, it was sweet, and it was just a little bit trouble.

"I am," he said, wrapping one slick hand around Anakin's cock and pressing two slick fingers very slowly and steadily into Anakin. "Going to make you stop thinking."

The restraint through the Force?

It didn't waver.

Neither did the faint air of smugness from Obi-Wan.

That was a worrying amount of lube going on both of Obi-Wan's hands, but Anakin was also interested to see where this was going. Especially after that hand wrapped around his cock and the other pushed two fingers into him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the Obi-Wan's hands and the different things they did.

But he hadn't stopped thinking yet.

"I'm waiting for my thoughts to stop," he said, a bit sing-song, to egg Obi-Wan on.

"You know," he murmured, sounding just a little bit evil (as evil as he could truly sound, which was mostly just playful), "if I really wanted to punish you for that I'd just sit here and wait."

Except he doesn't really want to and it's the wrong kind of sadism and that becomes clear when he drags his fingers back, twists and pushes forward and deliberately presses his fingers (lightly!) against Anakin's prostate and holds them there.

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