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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.

Anakin was preparing to make a strong comeback, but the precise movement of Obi-Wan's fingers turned that retort into a strangled moan that escalates quickly into desperate pants. He strained against the Force holding his arms in place, his body in place. He arched his neck back, pulling muscles taut.

Finally he finds the ability to speak again. "Fuck, you win... don't... don't stop," he begged. "Do whatever you want to me, just... don't stop."

He leans in close, fingers withdrawing just a little, only to come back with a light, fleeting, brush against Anakin's prostate again - this time accompanied by him nipping the edge of Anakin's ear.

"Maybe."

But then he sat back up, and withdrew his fingers completely.

Deliberately waited a second, watched Anakin and appreciated the view. Just for a second.

Then he was pressing into Anakin with his cock. The grip of the force around Anakin's exactly. mirrored. the speed of Obi-Wan sinking into him.

That wait, lying there with his arms locked above his head, his ankles spread open and pinned, his cock painfully hard as Obi-Wan watched him- that was the best kind of agony.

And held down as he was, there was little he could do about the equally torturous, slow press of Obi-Wan's cock. No way to wrap his legs around Obi-Wan to push and pull him in quicker. The feel of the Force being manipulated simultaneously, and mirrored, around his own cock was pleasantly distracting and for a moment Anakin saw nothing but white.

Just a breathless: "Fuck."

But Obi-Wan was slow enough that Anakin had time to regain some of his his wits, just enough to embrace Obi-Wan with the Force when there was little more than an inch of Obi-Wan's cock left. And Anakin grasped that small measure of control, and used the Force to pull all of Obi-Wan's body to him swiftly, making that last inch a true thrust. Deep and satisfying.

"I know," Anakin said with a self-satisfied grin, panting. "I'm a brat." And even though he was supposed to be taking it easy, he surely hoped the punishment was exacting. For both of them.

"For someone who wants to give up control - you don't want to give up control."

His voice is strained just in response to the sheer amount of control he needs to stay still and the unbelievable pleasure of all that tight heat wrapped around him.

And the connection, closeness, and intimacy. That's its own kind of excruciating pleasure.

He takes a moment to adjust how he's using the force. He can't maintain it all, not with the pure pleasure ripping through him. He instead takes Anakin's wrists in his hands, uses the Force to try to make damn sure Anakin's back can't be hurt, and to stroke Anakin's cock - not the full body pressure; at least Anakin's legs are free like this.

Then he pulls nearly entirely out, and pushes back with a decent amount of speed and uses that initial, hard, thurst to start a (fast) rhythm.

It took Anakin a moment to realize his legs could move again, he was rather focused on all of what Obi-Wan was doing to him inside and out. When he did realize he could move his legs, he brought them up to wrap around Obi-Wan's legs.

He almost lost his breath when the angle of Obi-Wan's thrusting changed because of how he had moved his hips.

Anakin stopped thinking.

He closed his eyes and fell back mentally in the Force they were weaving around them. No more fine control over the Force from him. All that was left for Anakin was the intimacy laced with pure sensation between them.

Anakin had fraction of a second to mentally send Obi-Wan a warning before the Force pulled him completely under and he spilled hot between their stomachs.

Obi-Wan wasn't far behind, though he did manage to hold on and hold out until he was sure he had gotten what he wanted -

which was for Anakin to stop thinking, to give in to sensation and to be at least on the edge of climax.

Once he was sure, once he had that morning, he let go of the irony control that was letting him multi-task even as far as he had been and let his own orgasm take him.

...He also stopped thinking, too.

He avoided collapsing down on Anakin only by virtue of catching himself with his elbows. He buried his face in Anakin's neck and worked on catching his breath.

Arms now free, Anakin brought a hand to thread (mess) with Obi-Wan's hair. It was habit by now.

He didn't stay not thinking for long. As the euphoria of his orgasm, his brain just started whirling again.

"Stay right here until I figure out how to stop time forever."

Obi-Wan buried his face in Anakin's throat and laughed, breathlessly but he was also shivering just a little. Somewhere near his bones that barely translated to the surface. Mostly that shiver is -- adrenaline let down and emotion, rather than cold.

"If only, Anakin."

Anakin noticed the way Obi-Wan almost shook and it concerned him.

A year ago, he'd thought he'd never see Obi-Wan again. It never crossed his mind he would not only find him but fall passionately in love with the man. And now that he was here, he never wanted to give this up.

His one hand stayed in Obi-Wan's hair, but he wrapped his other arm around Obi-Wan's shoulder, trying to help him be still.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

It's clear and direct, but he entangles himself even more with Anakin, more in the force than physical. "Just a bit of an adrenaline crash, nothing to be concerned about."

He didn't adrenaline crash like this after battle, but he wasn't doing that dissociative thing here, so-

This.

Add in love and more this.

Anakin could really stay like this comfortably the rest of the night, maybe even fall asleep like this. And he was so tempted to pull Obi-Wan down completely and just sleep under an Obi-Wan blanket.

But even though Anakin would simply love that, he suspected Obi-Wan would hate it- at least eventually.

"You're going to get sticky," he said softly, moving his legs so that he was no longer holding Obi-Wan's down.

"You can go get cleaned up."

He kissed Anakin, softly, but rather than get up and move far he just used the force to pull a bottle of water and cloth to him. He used a little of the water and some friction to clean himself up, more water and less friction to clean up Anakin and then simply put both things down to curl up around Anakin.

"I know you hate this planet, but these breaks feel... good." They might be keeping him sane, even.

Or was that all Anakin?

Probably all Anakin.

Anakin wrapped his arms back around Obi-Wan and he turned his head so his face was in the other man's hair.

"Fine," he said, but there was not bite there. He was quite lazy in his response. "Tatooine is better than dealing with Palpatine. But when we've won, I'm going to make you stay at least a month on Alderaan or Naboo, and then you can tell me where you'd rather call home."

He tilted his chin up and kissed Anakin's throat, though it was barely more than a brush of lips over skin. "I do like Alderaan. My associations with Naboo are... less pleasant than yours." Most of what he likes is the peace, the quiet, the pause, and just being.

As much as Anakin enjoyed the rush of movement, of always doing something, if it would make Obi-Wan happy to be forever still on one planet, the rest of his life, Anakin would do it. Or at least he would make a concerted effort to do it. And if he had to do something that involved moving, it would be in persuit of giving Obi-Wan that peaceful life. Anakin could think of no better way to make up for all the damage and hurt he'd caused than to make Obi-Wan's life as peaceful as possible.

"How have you found the way to forgive me?" he said softly. He didn't expect an answer, he just still found it hard to believe Obi-Wan would love him after everything he's done.

"The same way you've found a way to forgive me, I imagine." It's quiet, and simple, and comes with a brush of a kiss over Anakin's shoulder. "Now if we could be convinced to forgive ourselves.... that would be a feat." He isn't expecting it to happen.

He isn't letting go of Anakin, though.

"Would we still be us if we forgave ourselves?" Anakin asked.

He wanted to be tracing lazy lines over Obi-Wan's back, but he was good and truely fucked. In the best way.

"I think I might pull a you and sleep ten hours." Okay, Obi-Wan usually slept fourteen or more hours after satisfying sex, but Anakin just didn't sleep long stretches of time to begin with.

That is a profound and deeply depressing question, so Obi-Wan just kisses Anakin's forehead and says, "Sleep." He'd be asleep, too, for at least a while.

But he hasn't forgotten Anakin just had surgery, and Anakin....

Really needs the rest.

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