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Obi-Wan walked slowly through the halls of the Jedi Temple.
An–Padawan Skywalker hadn’t eaten dinner with Master Qui-Gon in the refractory. Not that Obi-Wan paid close attention to the Master and Padawan pair. He just noticed, was all. If you were used to seeing a thing, or in this case, two things, sitting a table away from you for every meal, and then suddenly there was only one, well, it was something you would make note of. Excuse him for being observant. Good observational skills are a virtue all Jedi should strive for, not be judged for.
Obi-Wan stopped at a window and stared blankly at the night sky.
So, Padawan Skywalker had not shared his dinner with Master Qui-Gon. Which could be perfectly innocent. Maybe Ana–Padawan Skywalker had been doing some last minute studying for an exam. From most conversations Obi-Wan had had with his instructors, he wasn’t a particularly academic-minded student. Bright, but unfocused, undisciplined. Obi-Wan hadn’t been surprised at the feedback. He well remembered his own days as Qui-Gon Jinn’s Padawan. Structure was not high on the priority list. But please don’t misunderstand. Obi-Wan wasn’t particularly interested in Padawan Skywalker’s academic achievements, or in this case, lack thereof. He was only a little curious. He often saw Padawan Skywalker in the Archives when he visited to do his own research. They had spent many peaceful evenings together there, and Obi-Wan had wondered if all their time in the Archives had translated into good marks on his schoolwork.
But they weren’t spending their nights together, not really, and certainly not a lot. Their time in the Archives was not a comfortable routine that Obi-Wan looked forward to or anything. They had spent a few evenings, over the years, working at separate tables semi-near one another, that was all. No part of Obi-Wan, not even a small insignificant part, had imagined what those evenings would have been like if he was his Padawan instead of Qui-Gon’s.
Early on in Padawan Skywalker’s apprenticeship, Qui-Gon had made his opinions on Obi-Wan’s continued involvement in their lives quite clear. Stay away, far, far, away. Apparently, Obi-Wan had needed time and space to grow as an individual once his apprenticeship was over. Obi-Wan had not been consulted before that decision had been made.
He absently stroked his beard.
Missing dinner was not the worst thing that has ever happened, but it was obvious to anyone that he prioritized his food. So to miss a meal was unusual, potentially concerning. If Obi-Wan had been Anak–Skywalker, Skywalker, Skywalkers’s Master, he wouldn’t have been calmly eating by himself while he was missing, possibly in distress or danger. This was all in the general sense of course. How Obi-Wan would react as the Master to any Padawan, not just Skywalker. Again, it's not like he spent his free time thinking of ways he would have been a better Master for Skywalker. Those musings would certainly be below him as an accomplished thirty-four year old Jedi Knight. But when a Padawan who is typically present in the refractory during meal times, who never discards any food he is given, and who has been known to harshly and loudly judge those he deems too wasteful, misses a meal, their Master should probably at least notice they are gone.
After dinner, Obi-Wan had headed to the Archives to prepare for his next mission, something he had intended to do after dinner all along, and not something he had to cancel plans with Quinlan for. Skywalker had not been at his usual table, directly across from Obi-Wan’s own preferred spot. He was able to finish his work quickly and decided to head to the training salles for a quick workout. He didn’t stay long. There had been no one there he particularly wanted to spar with. He next went to the Room of a Thousand Fountains, but was unable to sink into a peaceful meditation. He moved on soon after arriving so as to not disturb his fellow Jedi with his unsettled presence in the Force. He remembered that he needed to speak with someone from Maintenance about a very real issue he was having with his…tea pot and went to the Temple’s hangar bay. Unfortunately, no one was there to help him with his tea pot. His disappointment in the hangar bay had led him to aimlessly walk the halls.
A speeder painted a particularly obnoxious shade of green flashed by the window and Obi-Wan thought that maybe the Temple’s gardens should be the next spot to search, visit. Perhaps the plants and greenery were just what he needed to settle his mind for the night. He honestly should have thought of visiting earlier in the evening. There were several spots in the gardens that one could tuck themselves away from the world if they needed to. Not that that was the reason he wanted to see the gardens. They were beautiful at night. The lack of illumination really brought out the plant’s true colors.
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The gardens were indeed beautiful, but they were also empty. His casual stroll had turned up nothing. Obi-Wan cast one last look around the vast room and sighed. Time to continue the search elsewhere, he thought. He had just exited the gardens when he heard a soft noise. If he hadn’t been appropriately using the Force to enhance his hearing, he might have missed it. It sounded like a sob that was quickly muffled. Images of a tear streaked face flashed before his mind’s eye. Obi-Wan whirled around and reentered the gardens. He had to investigate. If someone was hurt, it was of course his duty to provide aid.
As Obi-Wan made his way quickly back through the gardens, the noises became more pronounced. Obi-Wan picked up his pace and called out, “Please show yourself. I would like to help, if I can.”
A rustling to his right halted his sprint down the path.
“Go away, Kenobi.” A miserable sounding voice told him from behind a dense set of bushes.
Relief shot through Obi-Wan. He had found him.
Obi-Wan pushed aside the offending foliage to reveal a pretty pathetic Padawan. Skywalker hastily wiped his face before scowling up at him through red rimmed and puffy eyes. Obi-Wan took a few measured breaths to center himself. Force, what a sight.
He broke eye contact and rested his head on his knees, “Leave me alone.”
Obi-Wan ignored him and entered Skywalker’s little hideaway. He released the branches and let the bushes conceal them. They were in their own private little bubble. Obi-Wan sat down beside him. There wasn’t that much room, so their thighs were pressed against each other. A small part of Obi-Wan’s mind, dedicated solely to inconsequential things, noted that Skywalker didn’t move over to avoid his touch.
He let his gaze take in the boy, well young man. He would be, what, eighteen now? Yes, his Name Day passed while Obi-Wan was on assignment in Corellia several months ago. Maybe that was the cause of his distress. It can be a difficult time, still a Padawan learner to your Master, but an adult to society at large. When you’re eighteen, you’re not truly capable of understanding how young you still are in the grand scheme of things. How inexperienced you are to the ways of the world. How you can still benefit from a guiding hand from a strong mentor. Obi-Wan gave himself a little mental shake. He was veering into dangerous thoughts. He needed to focus on helping Skywalker in this moment, lend a listening ear, maybe even a shoulder to cry on, but nothing more.
“Well I cannot leave you alone. Not when you are so clearly in distress. It is my duty to help those in need whenever I can.”
“Yeah well, I’ve had my fill of being a burden for the today, so you can take your duty and fuck off with it. Just go back to your perfect Jedi life and forget you ever saw me. It’s what you’re best at.”
Obi-Wan’s first impulse was to listen to the voice in his head that agreed with Skywalker. It was easy to believe that no one ever wanted him around, so why should he try? But as Obi-Wan stared down at the boy he had searched all over the damn Temple for, it was plain as day that Skywalker was just lashing out. He was clearly upset and Obi-Wan was a convenient punching bag. He still had tear streaks marking his face for Force sake. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and decided to stay.
“You are not a burden, Padawan Skywalker. Please don’t think that of yourself. I saw that you were absent at dinner and I was worried about you.”
Skywalker looked up at him with wide eyes. They were a very pretty shade of blue. He had another inconsequential thought that it would be very easy to get lost in those eyes. To drown in their depths. Even the redness and puffiness did not detract from their beauty.
“You—you noticed I was gone?” He looked back down at his knees and Obi-Wan felt unmoored.
As if in a dream, Obi-Wan reached out and gently lifted Skywalker’s head. He traced his eyes over his face, and lingered on his lips. They looked…soft. Obi-Wan dropped his hand as if it had been scalded.
“I, ugh, yes. I took note of your absence in the refractory. You, umm, usually sit at a table with Master Qui-Gon, near my own preferred seat, but you were not there this evening. When I took my nightly walk around the Temple, I also noticed that you were also not at your usual spot in the Archives, practicing in the training salles, meditating in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, or, ugh, or in the hangar bay.”
Skywalker stretched out his legs. They were now touching from hip to ankle. Obi-Wan had a brief thought that he should move over a bit, put a little space between them, but Skywalker’s leg was providing a nice warmth. It was…chilly in the gardens. Yes, chilly. He shouldn’t move. Just in case his own leg was providing Skywalker the same warmth.
“Is the hangar bay usually part of your nightly walk?”
“Well, not usually no, but my…my teapot has been acting up and I wanted to see if anyone was available to look it over.”
Skywalker looked around their little hideaway.
“Where’s your teapot now?”
“I left it there. For repairs.”
“Repairs, for your teapot.”
It wasn’t a question, but Obi-Wan answered it all the same, “Yes.”
“Are you sure you didn’t go to all those places looking for someone?”
Obi-Wan did not like the knowing look in Skywalker’s eye, but the slight smirk he was wearing was a marked improvement over the tears. He decided there wasn’t any harm in participating in a little back and forth.
“Who could I have possibly been searching for? Certainly not the pouty little Padawan that I happened to find.”
Skywalker’s ankle knocked against his own and he snorted.
“Pouty, huh?”
“Well, I’m not sure how else one would categorize what your lips are doing, so yes, pouty.”
Skywalker smiled and Obi-Wan thought this is how it should have been all along.
There was a beat of silence and Obi-Wan made to get up. Yes, let’s end it here. He’s no longer crying and we’re still in safe territory. Perhaps after tonight they could have a few joint study sessions in the Archives, every once in a while.
“You look at my lips often?”
Obi-Wan sat back down.
“What?”
There was a determined look in Skywalker’s eyes that Obi-Wan really, really did not like.
“Skywalker, that’s—that’s not an appropriate question to ask.”
“Anakin.”
“What?”
“My name is Anakin. Since we’re talking about my lips and all, I’d like you to use it. Please.”
What man could resist a plea like that.
“Ok, Anakin. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—.”
“Don’t be.”
“What?”
Obi-Wan was beginning to feel like a broken record.
“Don’t be sorry. I want you to look at my lips, I want you to notice when I’m gone. I want you to search the entire Temple for me and make up stupid stories about your broken teapot.”
“It wasn’t a stupid story.”
“Yes, it was, but that’s not the main takeaway here, Obi-Wan. You searched a lot of places tonight looking for me just because I wasn’t at dinner. And I doubt my own Master even noticed I was gone, or that I’m still gone. Until just now, no matter how much I wanted you to, I really didn’t think you ever even saw me. Even when I was right in front of you, practically begging you to notice me.”
Obi-Wan searched his face, trying to determine if he was being truthful.
“You never begged for my attention, Anakin.”
“Oh please! Do you really think I would have spent this much time in the Archives if I wasn’t trying to be close to you? Half the senior Padawans call me puppy because I’m constantly following you around. And even though I thought you didn’t care about me. I just couldn’t stay away. I always want to be where you are.”
Obi-Wan realized he might owe Quinlan an apology. The “shadow” comments weren’t too far off the mark it seemed.
“Yes, well, I, ugh, early on in your apprenticeship, it was made clear to me that my presence was unwelcome, so I stayed away. But You are quite an impressive Padawan, Anakin, and it is beyond even my own considerable capabilities to ignore you. I kept tabs on you the best I could. You really sure turn in your galactic history project, it’s quite overdue. And you should have done better on your diplomac—”
Obi-Wan was cut off. This time by a sudden lapful of Padawan. He quickly lost his balance and toppled backwards. A little hysterically, he wondered how he was ever going to explain the grass stains to the Temple laundry.
Before he could remove the boy from off of him, Anakin’s lips were pressed firmly against his own. Obi-Wan’s brain short circuited. He wrapped his arms around Anakin’s back and gripped the fabric of his robes tightly.
Wait, no. This couldn’t happen. He ripped his face away from Anakin’s.
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan gasped out. “What are you doing?!”
“Kissing you, duh, Obi-Wan. Look, I know I’m not the best at it. Yet. That was my first kiss, ya know, but”—Anakin wriggled his hips—“I must be doing something right.”
Any blood that might have been rushing south, quickly changed course and flooded his cheeks. As close as Anakin was, he could probably feel the heat radiating off of them.
“Anakin, we cannot kiss one another. It is completely inappropriate. This is definitely something we should not be doi— your first kiss? Really? A good looking boy like you certainly would have had your fair share of opportunities for physical intimacy.”
“Yeah well, “opportunities for physical intimacy” weren’t something I was interested in when the only man I’ve ever lo—wanted, acted like I didn’t even exist.”
Obi-Wan could feel his heart racing. “Be that as it may, we really shouldn’t—”
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin whined, “if you really didn’t want me to kiss you again, you wouldn’t be trying to tell me we shouldn’t be doing this while groping my ass.”
Obi-Wan blinked slowly. He craned his neck around to check, and yes. Anakin was right. His hands were currently resting on Anakin’s backside. He blinked again and flexed his fingers. It was a very nice ass.
Anakin, who suffered no such qualms about their activities, pushed Obi-Wan back down against the grass. Oh the stains. Anakin’s lips slam back down against his own and his world narrowed down to just this moment, just this sensation, just Anakin. It was divine.
Anakin was right, he wasn’t a good kisser. Good. Obi-Wan would teach him. He could teach him so many things. His boy. Untouched. All his. Just like it should have always been.
Obi-Wan took control of the wild kiss, slowing the movements down. He took a hand away from Anakin’s ass, a tragedy, and fisted his hair, right over his padawan braid. For tonight he could imagine it was his own braid adorning Anakin’s neck. That it was his mark, his claim. He used the base of the braid to guide Anakin to the best angle. When Obi-Wan could no longer hold himself back, he ran his tongue across the seam of Anakin’s lips, seeking entry. Anakin's lips parted for him, allowing him in. He could feel the excitement and anticipation running through his boy’s body. Obi-Wan would never forget Anakin’s taste. It was intoxicating.
Anakin, despite what some of his teachers may think, proved to be an excellent student. The kiss deepened and Obi-Wan was lost in the best possible way.
He was taking an unfortunately necessary break to breathe, kissing down Anakin’s neck, when he felt the boy squirming on top of him. The poor thing, he was already so overcome. Obi-Wan released the braid he had been toying with and snaked his hand down between their bodies. He cupped Anakin’s hard cock through his pants. The angle wasn’t the best, trapped as his hand was, with little room to move, but Anakin’s reaction was so strong to merely being held through his clothes Obi-Wan had no doubts he truly was a virgin. Delightful.
Anakin’s pants filled their small hideaway, his hips moved with more purpose on top of Obi-Wan, driving his cock against his hand. Wide eyes met his own.
“Obi-Wan, oh Force, it feels so good. I think I’m gonna—I think I’m gonna come. I’m sorry, but please don’t stop.”
A herd of wild banthas crashing through the Temple gardens couldn’t have made Obi-Wan stop. He needed to make Anakin come more than he needed to draw his next breath. His boy. His. He would be the first person to ever share this with him. The only person, a dangerous part of Obi-Wan’s mind, whispered to him.
Obi-Wan moved his hand as much as he could against his cock.
“That’s it, Anakin. You’re doing so well. Coming for me. You don’t need to be sorry, dear one. I’m sure I’ll be able to pull many orgasms from you tonight.”
Anakin’s hips began to stutter and a wild almost desperate look came across his face. He was breathtaking.
“There you go. That’s it. Come for me. Come for Master.”
The “master” had barely left his lips when Anakin gave one last jerk of his hips and came in his pants. Anakin buried his head into Obi-Wan’s neck as he rode out his orgasm. Obi-Wan kept his hand cupped around Anakin’s cock until the last final twitch before leaving the warmth between their bodies to run a soothing hand along his back.
“Thank you, Obi-Wan, thank you,” Anakin mumbled into his neck.
Obi-Wan placed a kiss against his temple. “You did so well, Anakin. That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
Anakin blushed and placed a small, shy kiss on Obi-Wan’s neck, then rested his head on his chest. They laid together for a moment. Both content to hold one another, that is until Anakin began to squirm again.
Obi-Wan knew the rapidly cooling come in Anakin’s pants wasn’t the most pleasant feeling in the galaxy. To his credit, he made no move to leave Obi-Wan’s embrace despite his discomfort. His squirming though, reminded him that his own arousal was there just below the surface, waiting and wanting. They were incredibly lucky they had not been discovered so far. Their hideaway did not offer the same level of privacy, that say, walls and a shut and locked door would.
Obi-Wan kissed the top of Anakin’s head then started to untangle their limbs to get up. The task was much harder than it should have been. As soon as he tried to move, Anakin held onto him even tighter.
“Oh, Obi-Wan, please not yet. I don’t want to leave you.”
Obi-Wan shot him a fondly exasperated smile. “My dear, Padawan, who said anything about ending the night. I just wanted to relocate to a more private location to continue your lessons.”
Anakin scrambled off him so fast he thanked the Force that no stray limbs ended the night prematurely.
Obi-Wan rose from the ground at a much more dignified pace. Taking Anakin in, he grimaced at the rather noticeable wet spot on the front of his pants. Obi-Wan stripped off his robe and draped it around the boy. There, that’s better. Obi-Wan put an arm around his shoulders and guided him out of the gardens to his rooms. He took in the sight beside him. He didn’t think he had ever seen Anakin look so happy. Obi-Wan was sure his face reflected back the same.
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Once in Obi-Wan’s rooms they made their way quickly to his bedroom, making quick work of their clothes. As loath as Obi-Wan was to see Anakin take off his robe, the sun kissed skin he revealed as his layers were removed more than made up for it. Obi-Wan almost pinched himself. There, in his bedroom was Anakin, naked, in all of his glory. What a truly magnificent sight.
Obi-Wan closed the space between them and wrapped him up in his arms, kissing him deeply. Anakin became limp in his arms, completely pliant, trusting.
Obi-Wan broke the kiss, nipping Anakin’s bottom lip and earning a delightful little whimper. He forced himself to take a step back, albeit a small one, and guided Anakin to the bed.
“Anakin, I would like to fuck you, but of course we don’t have to do anything further if you are not comfortable with it. There are also plenty of other things I could teach you, or we could sto—”
“Don’t be stupid, Obi-Wan,” Anakin interrupted. “I’m here naked in your bed, after mooning over you for so, so, so many years. Of course, I want you to fuck me. It’s like one of the only things I ever think about anymore.”
Obi-Wan cleared his throat and purposely did not think about just how many years Anakin might have felt this way about him.
“Alright, ok, ok. I just had to check.”
Anakin rolled his eyes playfully and went in for another quick kiss.
“So, how should I—” Anakin trailed off and made a vague waving motion with his hands across the bed.
Obi-Wan grinned. “Leave it all to me, Padawan. Master will teach you.”
Anakin nodded so hard his braid slapped him on the cheek. “Yes. Master.”
A shiver ran down Obi-Wan’s spine. Oh yes he liked that.
Obi-Wan gently pushed Anakin down against the bed and had him scoot toward the edge. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and his lube from the bedside table. The pillow went under Anakin’s hips and the lube to the floor. He would make every effort to ensure Anakin’s comfort.
He fell to his knees before him. It was time to worship his boy.
Obi-Wan ran his hands along Anakin’s thighs, soothing and introducing his touch. Anakin has propped himself up on his elbows, his expression a mix between trepidation and determination.
Obi-Wan spread his legs and got his first look at Anakin’s untouched hole. He didn’t normally think this about his partner’s holes, but Anakin’s was just pretty. A pretty hole for his pretty boy. Raising his gaze back up, he asked, “Have you ever played with your hole?”
A faint blush dusted his cheeks. “Yes, my fingers, some. It felt good, but never like amazingly good, ya’ know. Like I’ve heard it can be.”
This night just kept getting better and better.
“Let me help you with that, Padawan.”
Obi-Wan brought his face close to Anakin’s hole. He dragged his nose across his upper thigh, basking in Anakin’s unique scent. Obi-Wan pulled back slightly and Anakin whimpered and scooted himself a little further down the bed. Obi-Wan chuckled, gave his thigh a brief kiss, and then grabbed Anakin’s legs, hooked them over his shoulders and licked a broad strip across Anakin’s hole.
After his first taste, Obi-Wan became a man possessed. He lost all finesse and control. He was starved and ate out Anakin's hole like it was his last meal. He needed to be inside Anakin. Have his tongue, fingers, cock claim him inside and out. The only man to ever touch Anakin now and forever.
Anakin was a vocal lover it turned out and his cries and pleas were music to Obi-Wan’s ears. He had never heard such beautiful noises. When Obi-Wan started nibbling around Anakin’s hole, Anakin’s hand grasped his cock and started tugging furiously. Obi-Wan pulled back and Anakin let out a cry as if he had been struck by mortal blow. Obi-Wan just quirked an eyebrow and removed his hand from his cock.
“Now, now. None of that, Anakin. Let me take care of you. Keep your hands on the bedspread. That’s a good boy.”
Anakin pouted, but obeyed. Intoxicating.
Anakin’s cock was hard and angry looking, pulsing slightly against his stomach, but Obi-Wan was going to make it wait just a little longer. He reached down to the floor for the lube. He had had his fun, now he needed to stretch Anakin’s hole properly. No one had ever been able to accuse Obi-Wan of having a small cock.
Obi-Wan rubbed his lube covered fingers gently across Anakin’s hole. It was time. With a centering breath, Obi-Wan breached Anakin for the first time. He was tight, oh Force, was he tight. Obi-Wan spared a quick thought to how wonderful Anakin would feel around his cock before focusing solely on prepping his boy.
Obi-Wan gently eased his finger in and out, just getting Anakin used to the sensations.
“How does this feel, Anakin?”
“Good.” Anakin wiggled his hips a little. “Full, but not enough, I want more.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Obi-Wan eased his finger back and inserted a second one. He added a little more lube as well. He built up a fast pace with the two fingers rubbing them along Anakin’s walls. He saw Anakin reach for his cock but stopped himself in time, placing his hand back on the bedspread, fisting the covers. Obi-Wan knew to reward his boy for good behavior. He brought a third finger to Anakin’s hole and eased it in. Anakin let out a bit of a grunt, but otherwise did well with the third. Obi-Wan then crooked his fingers and made an effort to locate Anakin’s prostate. He had been neglecting it to give Anakin adequate time to stretch without overwhelming him with sensations. From their time in the gardens, he knew he had a bit of a hair trigger. But now it was time.
Obi-Wan hooked his fingers upward and found the small bundle of nerves. He began to gently rub his fingers over Anakin’s prostate. The effect was immediate.
Anakin let out a great gasp, “Obi-Wan! Oh Force! Right there. Please, Obi-Wan, please Master, stay right there.”
Obi-Wan was enraptured. Seeing Anakin in the throws of pleasure had to be one of the greatest wonders of the galaxy. Too bad for everyone else they would never, ever, see him this way. This was only for Obi-Wan’s eyes. His precious boy.
As much as he never wanted to take his fingers from Anakin’s body. He needed to. He had to fuck him. He felt as if he would die if he went another minute separated from him. Obi-Wan removed his fingers and Anakin wailed, thrashing his head on the bed. Obi-Wan added a generous amount of lube to his cock and hushed him.
“Shh, Anakin. Don’t you want Master’s cock in your little hole?”
Anakin stilled then launched himself at Obi-Wan. He missed his mark a little and their teeth clashed more than truly kissed, but Obi-Wan didn’t care. He was just as desperate for Anakin as Anakin was for him. Wrapping Anakin up in his arms, he picked him up and then placed him back down on the bed, repositioning the pillow under his hips. He needed to see his face for their first time.
Obi-Wan paused for just a moment to appreciate the view, but Anakin was wasting no time on such sentimentalities. Proving to be a quick study on how to drive Obi-Wan wild, he looked up at him with big glassy eyes and said, “Please, Master, I feel so empty. I need your cock inside of me. Make me yours.”
Cheesy? Yes. Effective? Also yes.
Obi-Wan groaned and pumped his cock a few times. He lined it up with Anakin’s hole and rubbed his tip against him. Anakin shuddered and spread his legs further apart. Obi-Wan pushed forward slightly and his head popped in. Both gasped and Obi-Wan swooped down for a kiss. His tongue fucked into Anakin’s mouth as he pressed his cock further in, slowly claiming Anakin as his own until he could go no further, fully seated inside Anakin. Right where he belonged.
Anakin pulled his mouth away to take several deep breaths.
“Just, just give me a minute,” Anakin panted out.
Obi-Wan nodded and held himself still. He wouldn’t move until Anakin was ready. He would rather die than cause him pain.
“Obi-Wan, you’re a lot bigger than my fingers,” Anakin said with a little laugh, regaining some of his breath. Obi-Wan chucked himself.
“Just a tad.”
Anakin snorted. He moved his hips some and flexed his internal muscles.
Obi-Wan saw stars.
“Ok, I’m ready. You can move now.”
Obi-Wan did not need to be told twice. He pulled his hips back just a bit before pushing back in. He slowly built up a faster pace until he was pulling almost all the way out before driving home.
It felt divine. Obi-Wan’s cock was encased over and over again in soft, velvety heat. He never wanted this feeling to end, but he could feel his own long denied orgasm building at the base of his spine. Before he could truly let go though, he had to take care of his boy first.
Obi-Wan angled his hips in search of Anakin’s prostate. Anakin’s cry of pleasure told him his aim was true. He did his best to hit that spot as often as he could with his thrusts.
Anakin’s erection had flagged somewhat when Obi-Wan first entered him, but now it had come back to full force and was leaving a mess of pre-come across Anakin’s stomach as Obi-Wan fucked into him. It was such a pretty cock too. A pretty cock, a pretty hole, a pretty boy. Obi-Wan was a lucky man indeed. The lube was too far away, so he spat into his hand and ran his fingers through the streaks of pre-come. He grasped Anakin’s cock firmly and timed his strokes to match his thrusts.
It was like Anakin had been struck by a live wire. His back arched up off the bed, almost unseating Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan fucking loved that he was able to give Anakin so much pleasure.
“Do you need to come, Anakin? Are you close?”
Anakin could only let out an unintelligible whine.
Obi-Wan felt safe in assuming that was a yes. And seeing as Obi-Wan was quickly reaching the point of no return himself, he needed Anakin to come. He sped up his thrusts and strokes determined to make Anakin come before his own orgasm.
Obi-Wan wasn’t usually much of a talker during sex, but he couldn’t help himself with Anakin.
“My good boy, wants to come doesn’t he? Master has fucked all the words out of his head, but that’s ok. Master knows what he needs.”
Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan could feel the absolute trust radiating out of him. The feeling of complete acceptance stole Obi-Wan’s breath. He panted out, “Anakin, I’ve got you, you’re safe. Come for me.” And he did. Anakin’s hole seized around Obi-Wan’s cock. He pumped Anakin’s cock once, twice, and then ropes of come were landing all over them as Anakin whined out his pleasure.
Obi-Wan didn’t even last till the end of Anakin’s orgasm before his own was exploding throughout his body. Intense pleasure rolled through him. He felt as if his brain had been rewired. He was ruined for all others. Not that he had any intention of seeking anyone else. Anakin had claimed him thoroughly and completely with that first clumsy kiss.
Exhausted from pleasure, Obi-Wan eased himself out of Anakin’s still twitching hole and laid down on the bed beside him. Anakin immediately flopped over mostly onto Obi-Wan. He didn’t mind. He quite enjoyed the weight, even if he was a bit sticky. Anakin intermingled mumbled thank you's with slow kisses into Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan wrapped his free arm around Anakin and pulled him just that little bit closer. He would get up soon to clean them up, but right now he and his boy needed just a moment longer to cuddle.
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The next morning, Anakin and Obi-Wan had just about finished breakfast at Obi-Wan’s small kitchen table when Obi-Wan caught Anakin’s eye. He did not like the triumphant look in them.
“So, Obi-Wan?”
Obi-Wan made a cautious hmm noise and raised his tea mug for a sip.
“How did you make that cup of tea this morning? I thought you went to the hangar bay last night to get someone in maintenance to fix your teapot and definitely not for any other reason.”
Obi-Wan reached out with the Force and flicked Anakin’s ear.
Anakin gave a dramatic cry and Obi-Wan had just enough time to put his mug back down on the table before he was tackled out of his chair by a crazy padawan who then proceeded to rain kisses down on him.
As tackling him seemed to be becoming an alarming trend, Obi-Wan wondered if he should start wearing more layers to cushion his falls. Then Anakin began to slide down his body, his intent clear, and all thoughts besides Anakin’s warm mouth around his cock flew out of his mind.
“Ya’ know, Master, I think it’s time for another lesson.”
“Happy to oblige, Padawan mine.”