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"Anakin. Anakin!"
Anakin lifted his gaze from Obi-Wan's barely covered cock, his brow raised in mild curiosity. "What?"
Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyance palpable. "Were you even listening to me?"
"No, not really." Obi-Wan sighed deeply and Anakin felt a need to defend himself. "I don't know how you expect me to listen when you're dressed like that."
Obi-Wan was stood in their kitchen wearing a soft white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up and the first three buttons undone, showing off his hairy chest. He'd forgone trousers for some inexplicable reason and was wandering the kitchen in his obscenely tight boxer shorts he insisted on wearing because they kept him 'nice and tucked in'. But the real reason Anakin could barely think beyond 'need, want, fuck' was Obi-Wan was wearing a shirt garters. Tight black elastic strapping ran down the lengths of his hips to frame his cock, while the garter belts wrapped around thick thighs that flexed as he walked around the kitchen.
All in all Anakin was rather proud he hadn't totally soaked the front of his sweatpants with cum.
"You really do have a one track mind," Obi-Wan said over the rim of his mug. He took a sip, still staring at Anakin.
"If you didn't want me to look then you'd have covered up," Anakin retorted.
"You've seen me in these plenty of times." He shifted then, leaning one hand against the counter, hips swung slightly to the side. Anakin's eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed. "Why is today different?"
"Because you're usually wearing pants when you've got those on. Not wandering the kitchen making tea."
"You're not wearing a shirt," Obi-Wan said mildly.
"I just finished working out. What's your excuse?"
Anakin caught the barest of smiles before it was covered up with another sip of tea.
Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Come here," Obi-Wan instructed, pointing to the spot on the floor in front of him. Anakin hopped off the stool and practically ran around the kitchen island, dropping down to his knees. He winced.
"Careful," Obi-Wan said, concerned.
Anakin didn't care. Not when he had Obi-Wan's cock in front of him. It was pressed hard against the fabric of his briefs, straining the already tight fabric. Anakin could see a small wet spot developing against the dark blue material and he ducked his head to suck on the tip. Obi-Wan sighed softly and cupped the back of Anakin's head, legs spreading as he leaned back against the sink. Anakin followed his movements, nuzzling his length, breathing in his musky scent mixed with laundry soap.
His own arousal was straining against his sweatpants, tenting the material between his legs, but he didn't dare touch himself - not until he'd worked Obi-Wan up to the same state. Looking up at Obi-Wan, Anakin reached in to his briefs and pulled out his cock and balls. Obi-Wan sighed again. He was still holding on to his tea with his free hand.
Anakin chuckled.
"What?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Nothing," Anakin mumbled. He ducked down and rubbed his lips along the side of Obi-Wan's cock, cupping it in his hand, pressing the hot length against his tongue. He pulled back his foreskin and laved the pink head, getting it wet with his spit, working Obi-Wan up to full length. Pre-cum spilled across his tongue and pallet, Anakin unable to stop from moaning loudly, his own cock eagerly twitching between his legs. Obi-Wan was making small little noises in the back of his throat, hand stroking and gently tugging Anakin's hair, holding him in place with a commanding yet gentle touch.
He continued to suck on the head, stroking the rest of Obi-Wan's length, working him over until he was fully hard, cock jutting out from his briefs. Anakin dropped his head and sucked one of his balls into his mouth, groaning as Obi-Wan's hand tightened and hips jerked forward suddenly. Obi-Wan ground his balls against Anakin's open mouth, small hitches of breath resounding through the room as he was worked all over.
Pulling back Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan with heavy lidded eyes. Obi-Wan had abandoned his tea - finally - and was pinching one of his nipples, rolling the hardened pink nub between his finger and thumb. He continued to pet Anakin's hair with his other hand, stroking the sensitive spot behind his ear, making Anakin bite his bottom lip and moan softly.
"But you are a pretty thing," Obi-Wan whispered, voice tight.
Anakin couldn't help himself anymore. He gripped the base of Obi-Wan's cock and sucked the tip before relaxing his jaw and dropping down as far as he could, taking Obi-Wan into the back of his throat. Obi-Wan moaned and thrust forward, knee's buckling. Anakin hummed around his length, holding him for as long as he could. He reached into his sweatpants and pulled out his leaking cock, hooking the elastic band under his balls. He gripped the base of his own length and lifted his head off of Obi-Wan's, panting. Catching his breath, Anakin licked the head, flicking the tip of his tongue along the slit, collecting another pearl of pre-cum before he went back down.
He began bobbing, taking more of Obi-Wan's length each swipe downward. As he sucked Obi-Wan off he fisted his cock, jerking himself to the rhythm he'd set, legs spread and hips bucking forward with each frantic stroke of his hand. But it wasn't enough - it was never enough. He needed to feel Obi-Wan fully; ever thrust, every twitch, every shudder. He wanted him to take control.
Pulling off of Obi-Wan's cock with a loud pop, Anakin rested his cheek against Obi-Wan's thigh, breathing heavily. He played with the garter with his free hand, the other still lazily stroking his aching length. Obi-Wan stared down at him, cheeks flush and hair mussed, bottom lip pink and swollen from where he'd been biting down on it. His chest was heaving, breathing stilted, stuttering.
"Are you alright?" Obi-Wan asked, ever aware, ever patient, ever courteous.
"Yeah, just catching my breath," Anakin said. He kissed the palm of Obi-Wan's hand as he cupped his chin, brushing away spit. Shifting, Anakin sat up a little and gripped the garters in his hands, holding on to the elastic material. "Fuck my mouth."
Obi-Wan huffed and reached down, grabbing his cock and positioning it against Anakin's swollen lips. Opening his mouth, Anakin groaned with pleasure as Obi-Wan guided himself inside. He stilled for just a moment, waiting for Anakin's throat to relax, before he started to move, thrusting his length inside of Anakin's mouth and down his throat, increasing his speed with each pass.
His size made Anakin's jaw ache and throat contract. Anakin loved the feeling - obsessed over it and reveled in it. Was positively delirious about his cock and the feeling of it inside him. He adored how he made his jaw ache for hours afterward, how he could still taste him even as the day progressed, a constant reminder of how Obi-Wan filled him up, used him, took pleasure in him, in his body. There was nothing quite like it.
He gripped the garter belts harder, tugging at the elastic material as Obi-Wan continued to fuck his mouth. He increased his pace, hands cupping the back of Anakin's head, holding him in place. He was making these little noises that cut through the obscene wet sounds of the thorough face-fucking - short little gasps and the hitching of his breath, 'Anakin' slipping through now and again.
Anakin's own cock was hard and heavy between his legs, jumping and leaking pre-cum all over his bare stomach and his already ruined sweatpants. But he didn't dare let go to touch himself, even as one of the garters snapped off, striking Anakin's knuckle with the metal clasp.
"I'm going to come," Obi-Wan said quickly. He pulled out, a string of spit connected to the head of his cock and Anakin's bottom lip. Anakin breathed in deep and sat back on his heels as Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side, pulling at his hair, and jerked himself against his lips. Anakin finally touched his own neglected cock, hissing as the sudden contact sent a spike of pleasure throughout his body.
They locked eyes, Anakin staring up at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan's pupils were blown, usually bright eyes now a deep, dark blue, hazy with lust and something else that made Anakin's cock twitch and toes curl. A few more swipes and Obi-Wan was coming, milky ribbons splashing across Anakin's open mouth and across his cheek. That was all it took for Anakin to follow, his cock pulsing in his hand as he rode out his own orgasm, moaning Obi-Wan's name as he coated his hand and the kitchen floor.
Obi-Wan collapsed back against the kitchen sink, spent cock hanging out of his briefs, his shirt garters hanging half-off from where Anakin had accidentally torn it. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing back silky auburn locks.
God, Anakin could go again just with the sight alone.
"Come here," Obi-Wan said, reaching a hand down to Anakin. Anakin tucked himself back into his sweats and stood, holding on to Obi-Wan's hands. Obi-Wan pulled him in close and brushed some of the cum on his cheek away, fussing over Anakin. Anakin stilled his hand and kissed him deeply, letting Obi-Wan taste himself.
When they pulled apart Obi-Wan was smiling at Anakin. He looked awfully pleased with himself.
"What?"
"You were right," he said, tucking himself back into his briefs.
"About what?" Anakin asked, taking a sip of Obi-Wan's now room temperature tea.
"I dressed like this on purpose," he said, kissing Anakin's bottom lip. "You're just so easy to tease."
Anakin huffed, but he couldn't help but smile. Not when his jaw ached and his knees were still sore from kneeling between Obi-Wan's legs.
"You're an ass," he said.
He finished his tea. Just out of spite.
