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If you’d have told Obi-Wan even six months ago that he’d be salivating over the sight of a student’s collarbone as it peaked through the hole along the collar of his shirt, he’d have called you an absolute idiot.
But since meeting Anakin, everything Obi-Wan had known about himself - things he’d taken pride in - was tossed out of the window along with his modesty, his self-respect, and his professionalism. As it turned out, he was the idiot all along.
The only thing he’d gotten out of the deal was a very eager and very limber younger partner. A younger partner who just so happened to be his student, but one who fucked Obi-Wan so thoroughly he could look past how he was risking his entire career and his relations with his peers for a pretty cock that curved in just the right place.
At first, Obi-Wan had his rules. There would be absolutely nothing done on campus - no kissing, no fucking, no brushing of hands or holding of hands of even thinking about hands - especially not Anakin’s hands wrapped around his cock, or his fingers shoved inside his hole, or sucked between his fingers as they ground against each other in an abandoned stairwell.
But as the weeks continued and Obi-Wan’s obsession grew deeper and deeper, the no kissing rule was quickly abandoned, with Obi-Wan dragging Anakin to his car to make out in the back, followed by kissing in his office, the door locked tight and the fan turned on to muffle Anakin’s soft whimpers.
But he was in no way ever - ever - going to break the no fucking rule.
Except when he did.
Anakin showed him a secluded spot in the basement of the Engineering Building that no one visited during the evenings, his eyes bright and tongue teased between his teeth as he guided Obi-Wan into the soft shadows. It was there that Obi-Wan found himself breaking the final two rules as they jerked each other off, their cocks hanging obscenely from the slits of their pants, belts jingling, lips slick and wet as they kissed breathlessly.
But there was one more rule: one final golden rule that Obi-Wan signed his heart, promising both his dignity and his professionalism that he would never, ever break.
He would never, under any circumstance, fuck in Anakin’s dorm room.
The chances of getting caught were infinitely higher, but more to the point, it was a dorm room. Smelly and old, with a mattress that no doubt sank in the middle, and walls that barely muffled hushed conversations. The day Obi-Wan had graduated was the last time he would ever step in a dorm; it was a promise that Obi-Wan wasn’t going to break, no matter how much Anakin begged and no matter how tempting the idea of afternoon cock was.
Except when he did.
Anakin showed up to class in a ridiculous amount of silver rings and one of his many perpetually torn up black t-shirts, his curls a tangled mess atop his head while dark bags rested beneath his eyes. It wasn’t as if Obi-Wan hadn’t seen Anakin exactly as he was, slouched in his chair in the back of the room, eyes hazy with sleep as he tapped his pen against his lip - a pen that Obi-Wan noted hadn’t written down a single note all class. And it wasn’t as if he’d not been with Anakin for an extended period of time, the pair having fucked just two nights before when Anakin came over under the pretenses of needing ‘extra help’ with his coursework.
But the second Obi-Wan so much as looked at Anakin he just couldn’t shake his need for the boy. Heat pooled in his groin as he imagined Anakin taking his cock in his throat, pretty tears staining his even prettier cheeks as he held for as long as he could. His thoughts stuttered and stalled in the middle of his lecture as thoughts of Anakin’s cock buried deep inside, weighted and hot as he twitched and gasped and moaned against Obi-Wan’s neck. And finally, fantasies about sucking on Anakin’s tongue and biting dark bruises along his impossibly long neck haunted Obi-Wan’s thoughts until he forgot that he was supposed to be holding office hours later in the day.
Obi-Wan needed Anakin in a frightfully, embarrassing way.
The only problem was, he still had his aforementioned office hours to see to, followed by a faculty meeting, and then a dinner event with some of his colleagues. Normally he’d have just dragged Anakin back to his place for an evening of wine (for him), rum and coke (for Anakin), and some good old proper fucking. But Obi-Wan couldn’t wait that long, nor could he take the time to leave campus long enough to solve his rapidly worsening problem.
That left only one very drastic option.
“My dorm room?” Anakin asked, one of his brows rising slightly. “What about it?”
“Do you have a roommate?” Obi-Wan asked. He glanced over at the busy hallway, making sure none of his colleagues were walking by. It wasn’t as if him speaking to a student was uncommon, but he was fairly certain anyone with even a lick of experience could tell Obi-Wan was one second away from ripping Anakin’s pants off and fucking him right then and there.
“Yeah, but he’s got a long class today, and won’t be back till after dinner.”
“Perfect. Let's go.”
Anakin caught Obi-Wan’s elbow and dragged him back in front of him. “What’s this all about?”
“I’ll explain later - here is not the place.”
Anakin’s other brow rose, and a slow, smug smile spread across his lips. “You wanna fuck, huh?”
“You’ll shut up right now if you want to fulfill your teenage fantasies,” Obi-Wan threatened. It wasn’t a very good one; he was so far gone that Anakin could call his cock Mr. Worm and Obi-Wan would still be willing to suck him off.
Eyes bright with excitement, Anakin mimed zipping his mouth shut and followed Obi-Wan out of the alcove and into the hallway.
They hurried off of the main campus, both trying to act as casual as possible. Anakin was still grinning like a madman, or a child who had been told he could have the run of the candy factory for the day, and Obi-Wan suspected that he looked much the same.
It wasn’t until they neared Anakin’s dorm that Anakin stopped him once again.
“You’re gonna stand out,” he said as he took off his hoodie. He passed it to Obi-Wan. “Put it on - you’ll blend it better.”
“I highly doubt your peers walk around in hoodies and khaki trousers,” Obi-Wan mumbled, but he did it all the same. Tossing on the hood, Obi-Wan zipped up the front and shoved his hands in the pockets. He immediately found what felt like a rolled up joint, and sent Anakin a blank stare. “Really, Anakin?”
“I was gonna share,” he said, and he sent Obi-Wan an innocent smile.
“Too much of this and your sperm will die off.”
He left before Anakin could say anything.
Wearing Anakin’s hoodie to sneak into the dorm was oddly thrilling, the clandestineness of it making Obi-Wan feel a bit like he’d been struck with a livewire, or dropped on a hot skillet. He shouldn’t be fucking one of his students regardless, but for some reason doing it on the campus dorm felt extra illicit.
Anakin caught up with Obi-Wan. When Obi-Wan glanced over at him, he saw a flicker of worry in his gaze, and was unsure of if it was because of his earlier comment, or the reality of the situation was sinking in.
“We don’t have—”
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” Anakin said under his breath. He nudged Obi-Wan up the stairs, and the pair walked up three flights before turning on to the main hall. Anakin’s dorm was in the middle, flanked on either side by fellow student’s rooms with walls about as flimsy as one-ply toilet paper.
When Anakin opened the door, Obi-Wan slipped inside. It was a normal dorm room - four walls, a window, with two beds on either side of the room along with two desks. The walls were covered in posters for video games and bands, hiding the rudimentary patch job the custodians did at the end of summer. It smelled like boiled instant noodles and synthetic air freshener, and Obi-Wan looked over at Anakin’s roommate's side to see they had hooked up an essential oil diffuser in some vein attempt at covering up the smells of the dorm.
“It’s nice,” Obi-Wan lied, before he threw Anakin down onto his bed.
Anakin let out a laugh that Obi-Wan swallowed up. Immediately Anakin’s laughter turned into a moan, and he opened himself up to Obi-Wan as they finally gave in to one another. Grabbing at Anakin’s shirt, Obi-Wan pulled it up and off of Anakin, breaking the kiss only briefly before he went back down for another embrace. Running his hands along Anakin’s tight stomach and broad chest, Obi-Wan sucked on Anakin’s tongue and started grinding down on Anakin’s groin.
“W-wanna slow down?” Anakin panted when they broke apart again.
“No time,” Obi-Wan whispered. He could hear the next door neighbour’s music, and knew the walls wouldn’t cover up anything. “I’ve got office hours starting in forty minutes.”
“Can’t you skip it?”
Obi-Wan sat up and took off his loaned hoodie before working on the buttons of his shirt. “It’s cute that you think you can last more than forty minutes, Anakin, but we both know the second you’re stuffed inside of me, we’ve got maybe five minutes before you’re coming.”
Anakin glared, his cheeks going pink with embarrassment. Obi-Wan smiled and threw his shirt on to the floor before cupping Anakin’s cheeks, pulling him forward to bite his bottom lip. Obi-Wan noted that Anakin wasn’t debating him on his comment, and instead seemed quite cowed.
“Don’t worry, darling - I like how eager you are to fill me up,” he purred against Anakin’s lips.
Strong arms wrapped tight around his waist, and Obi-Wan bit back a yell as he was rolled on to the bed, Anakin switching their positions. Staring up at Anakin, Obi-Wan watched as his silver necklaces swung back and forth as he hovered up above. One of the necklaces was a simple silver chain with a charm of a cross hanging from it. Obi-Wan had once asked him if he was religious, to which Anakin shrugged his shoulders and said: “Better safe than sorry.”
In truth, Obi-Wan suspected he just liked the aesthetic of it.
The bed was, as expected, very thin. But it also smelled of Anakin - his shampoos, his cologne, the musk of his body with just the hint of his sex. The thought of Anakin having enough in him to still need to masturbate made Obi-Wan’s cock swell and press against the inseam of his trousers. He shifted his hips a little, dragging Anakin’s attention to it.
Licking his bottom lip, Anakin’s pupils expanded. “Well, if you’re so pressed for time, we’d better get you naked, huh?”
Obi-Wan bit back yet another yelp as Anakin unhooked his belt and pulled it roughly from his slacks. Immediately he hooked his fingers beneath the banding and pulled.
“Don’t tear them,” Obi-Wan said as Anakin pulled them all the way off before doing the same to his briefs. “I’ve only got these to wear all day.”
Anakin rolled his eyes and tossed Obi-Wan’s briefs down onto the floor more gently than he had his trousers. “Happy?”
Obi-Wan nudged his side with his knee - hard. Anakin let out a squeak and smacked Obi-Wan’s leg. Obi-Wan couldn’t help the smile that slipped across his lips.
“Come on, Anakin, don’t be shy,” he said, and nodded at Anakin’s still clothed lower half.
Anakin stumbled off the bed and undressed the rest of the way, his black jeans joining Obi-Wan’s on the old carpet flooring. Obi-Wan took a moment to admire the image before he rolled on to his stomach and presented himself. Hugging Anakin’s thin pillow close, Obi-Wan made a face. “Remind me to get you a new pillow,” he said as Anakin crawled up on top of him.
“What’s wrong with it?” Anakin asked. Obi-Wan heard him spit before his slick fingers touched his hole.
“It’s very thin,” Obi-Wan murmured, a small hiss slipping past his lips as Anakin spared no time by slipping two fingers inside. “No wonder you complain of neck pain.”
“Fucking my throat like a rabbit doesn’t help.” Anakin slipped a third finger in and leaned down to kiss the spot between Obi-Wan’s shoulder blades.
“Terribly sorry.” Obi-Wan gasped as Anakin prodded the bundle of nerves deep inside, and arched up into the touch, his knees pushing into the mattress. “Next time I’ll jackhammer away demurely.”
Obi-Wan could feel Anakin’s smile against his skin, and he glanced over his shoulder to catch sight of the end of it. Closing his eyes, he sighed and relaxed into the sensation. Anakin had come a long way from their first time together. Back then his touch was untrained and demanding, too harsh at times and then too hesitant. He’d come before he’d even penetrated Obi-Wan, and spent the rest of the night trying to make it up to Obi-Wan with an equally untrained tongue against his hole.
But now he fingered Obi-Wan like it was a job that he was getting paid to do, his digits sliding against Obi-Wan’s walls, curling to rub his prostate, before dragging across his rim, catching the edges of it in a satisfying way. Grinding his cock against the bed, Obi-Wan added to the sensations running through him, his toes curling and back arching as he pushed into Anakin’s touch.
“We’re on the clock,” Obi-Wan mumbled against Anakin’s pillow.
“Fuck, sorry,” Anakin said. He slipped his hand from Obi-Wan’s hole before leaning over him.
Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan watched as Anakin scrambled around in the desk drawer before he pulled out a mostly used lube bottle. “Do you use that on yourself?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Yeah,” Anakin said, without an ounce of shame.
Obi-Wan let out another moan that he muffled with the pillow, his cock spilling between his belly and the mattress as the mere thought of Anakin touching himself; long, delicate fingers wrapped around his slim, curved cock, his voice muffled and wet as he pushed up into his hand, desperate to come before his roommate found him.
Or Obi-Wan did.
“You’ll have to put on a show for me one day,” Obi-Wan said.
“What if I send you a video in the middle of class, hm? Do you think you’d be able to keep from opening it up while the students are doing their reading? Think you’ll be able to watch it in secrecy - watch your boyfriend fondle his cock and tug on his balls while you’re supposed to be teaching class, like the upstanding professor you are?”
Whatever retort he was going to say was cut off when Anakin slipped deep inside him. Gripping the pillow tightly, Obi-Wan wiggled back on Anakin’s cock, encasing his entire length until he could feel the press of his hips and balls against him. Squeezing down, Obi-Wan held him there, enjoying the adjustment period, where his rim stung a little and his cock pulsed with the weight of Anakin inside.
Anakin let out a soft whimper and hugged Obi-Wan close, his arms wrapping around his torso to hold him in his arms. His breath was hot against Obi-Wan’s temple, and it smelled of sugar from the energy drinks he consumed. Turning his head slightly Obi-Wan caught Anakin in a messy kiss, and when he relaxed, Anakin immediately began to move.
He started off with a quick pace, his hips pulling back ever so before slamming back in. Again and again he thrust into Obi-Wan, little gasps of pleasure slipping through the sharp sound of flesh against flesh. Squeezing his eyes shut, Obi-Wan broke from the kiss and smothered himself with the pillow, muffling his gasps as he was mercilessly pounded into. Anakin’s entire weight pressed down on him, shoving his cock further against the bedding, and he moved back to meet Anakin’s thrusts while rubbing his cock pleasantly against the sheets.
“Fuck,” Anakin kept crying out, little whimpers against Obi-Wan’s ear that sent further skitters of pleasure throughout him.
The thought of what they were doing and where they were doing it turned Obi-Wan on more than he would admit. He could hear the goings on outside the dorm and next to them - music and muffled voices carrying through, followed by the occasional heavy stood steps down the linoleum lined hallway. Obi-Wan wondered briefly if Anakin had locked the door, and then wondered what they’d see should anyone enter unannounced.
Anakin, naked with his tight ass flexing as he humped into an eager, warm body; Anakin’s strong frame shimmering with sweat as the muscles of his back shifted with each desperate thrust; Anakin’s balls slapping against Obi-Wan’s swollen taint, and Anakin’s cock sheathed fully inside the loose hole of his professor.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Anakin kept whimpering, the mantra matching the pace of his hips. He bit Obi-Wan’s shoulder, but it did little to lessen the sounds he was making.
Cheeks burning with arousal, Obi-Wan gripped the back of Anakin’s head and tugged at his curls. “You’re too loud, Anakin.”
“Don’t care,” Anakin slurred out, lips streaking spit across Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Let them hear me. I want them to know that I’m fucking you. Want them all to know how fucking desperate we are for each other. How much you love taking my cock, and how much I love giving it to you.”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan gasped. “Please.”
Anakin let out a frustrated sound. Sitting up, he slipped from Obi-Wan and dropped down to the floor. Obi-Wan watched with rapt focus as Anakin, his cock still slick with lube and his own spend, grabbed his phone and started scrolling through it.
“What are—”
Music flooded the room, the wail of guitars accompanied by the crash of drums. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and stuffed his face back in the pillows.
“Oh gods, not your sex playlist,” Obi-Wan murmured.
Anakin hopped on to the bed and slipped back inside. Gripping Obi-Wan’s hips, he hoisted Obi-Wan up onto his knees before he resumed his movements, shoving in and out of Obi-Wan until Obi-Wan thought he might run him right through. Pleasure roared through Obi-Wan, and he fell back into the motions. Anakin’s moans mixed with the sound of the music, the sounds blending together until it was difficult to pull them apart.
Reaching between his legs, Obi-Wan took his swollen cock into his hand and started stroking himself to Anakin’s rapid rhythm. It didn’t take long - his prior fantasies had kept him somewhat aroused all day, and Anakin’s eagerness and the stretch of his cock and the pounding of Obi-Wan’s prostate did the rest. With a cry he came, spilling out across his hand and on to the bed.
He could feel Anakin’s impending orgasm, and he squeezed down on him even as he continued to come, wanting to milk Anakin for all he had. Anakin came with a loud groan, the sound of it overriding even the wail of guitars from his phone.
When they were done, Anakin collapsed next to Obi-Wan on the small bed. Immediately Obi-Wan was dragged into a sweaty, overheated embrace. It was uncomfortable, but Obi-Wan allowed it nonetheless. He could feel Anakin’s nose press against his temple, followed by a series of sweet, chaste kisses along his cheeks and jaw, before Anakin captured him in a slow, messy kiss.
Obi-Wan had managed to train Anakin on how to fuck, how to tease, how to stretch, but he’d not managed to make Anakin much of a kisser. But he was beginning to like how messy Anakin was, how desperate he could be, as if he were trying to swallow Obi-Wan whole.
“Satisfied?” Anakin asked when they pulled apart.
“Very,” Obi-Wan mumbled. Swallowing, he raised his head and looked at his watch. “I’ve got to go, though.”
Sitting up, he made move to grab his clothes, but Anakin’s expression stopped him. His brows were furrowed slightly, eyes wide and searching. Obi-Wan knew what he was going to ask even before he said them.
“Can’t you be late?”
Running his clean hand through his hair, Obi-Wan eyed the door. He really had to get going, and it wasn’t guaranteed Anakin’s roommate wouldn’t finish his classes early.
But…
“Just five minutes,” Obi-Wan said as he lay back down and collected Anakin into his arms.