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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.

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"Hey, did you remember to--"

Anakin stopped in the middle of the bedroom, t-shirt half off as he stared at Obi-Wan. He was lounging comfortably on their bed wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. He'd just come out of the shower, the skin across his shoulders and chest still pink from the heat of the water. Damp auburn hair shone like liquid honey under the warm light from the reading lamp, tips ever so slightly curled along the shell of his ears and the back of his neck. He'd been reading when Anakin interrupted, his brow quirked as he stared at Anakin over the edge of the book.

"Did I remember to...?"

"Nothing," Anakin said quickly, divesting his shirt. He tossed it across the room, missing the clothes bin.  "Go back to your reading."

He chanced another glance at Obi-Wan as he undressed the rest of the way, admiring the way his hand flexed as he turned a page. He looked so comfortable lying stretched out, the soft fabric of his sweats creating valleys and ridges across the expanse of his lap. Anakin bet he wasn't wearing anything underneath them. Lured in by the sight Anakin crawled on to the bed, the scent of Obi-Wan's body wash - spicy and heady - greeting him as he drew near. Slipping under Obi-Wan's arms, Anakin rested his head on his stomach, pressing a kiss against the trail of hair beneath his belly button.

Obi-Wan tensed for a moment before relaxing, his hand coming down to pet the top of Anakin's head as he continued reading. Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's waist, burying his face against the soft muscles of his stomach, breathing in his scent. He was as warm as he looked, pliable in a way that Anakin only ever encountered when Obi-Wan was just waking up, or had drank a little too much.

Anakin was content to stay where he was, lulled into a light sleep as Obi-Wan continued to play with his hair, fingertips slipping down to dance across the back of his neck before running up again, gently scratching his scalp with blunt fingernails. He could feel himself responding to Obi-Wan's idle ministrations, cock half hard as it rested against his thigh, but felt no rush to continue.

Eventually Obi-Wan finished his book, the soft snap of it closing breaking Anakin from his dozing. He felt Obi-Wan's own arousal against his arm as he moved to drop the book down on the side table. Looking up at Obi-Wan, Anakin's breath hitched slightly as Obi-Wan traced his jaw, touch barely perceptible.

"You're being remarkably patient tonight." Obi-Wan said, voice soft and low. "Such a good boy."

Anakin didn't say anything, cheeks going hot, his arousal twitching against his thigh. Instead he turned his head and nuzzled into Obi-Wan's groin, mouthing his cock through the thick fabric of the sweatpants. Obi-Wan jerked slightly, hand more insistent - stronger on the back of his head as he sucked a wet spot against the fabric. Not entirely content with the barrier between his mouth and Obi-Wan's skin, Anakin sat up and gripped Obi-Wan's hips, getting him to roll over on to his stomach.

Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder, his brows raised in idle curiosity. He didn't question, however, simply relaxed on to the bed, hugging a pillow in his arms and resting his cheek against the soft white material. Anakin straddled his waist and stared down at him, admiring the flex of his shoulders and the dip of his lower back. He ran his hands along Obi-Wan's sides, feeling the soft, warm skin shift under his grasp.

Obi-Wan made a small sound deep in his chest as Anakin dragged his thumbs along the sides of his spin, and Anakin did it again, harder. He hadn't exactly planned on giving Obi-Wan a massage, but Obi-Wan looked so contented - so relaxed and at ease - that he continued to press down, finding all sorts of little knots to sooth away with careful pressure. He ran his hands along the length of his spine, stopping to rub the tense muscles of his shoulders before going back down, enjoying the way Obi-Wan melted under his careful ministrations.

He liked the feeling under his hands - the softness of his skin contrasting with the strength of his muscles as they rippled and tensed. Bending down, Anakin kissed between his shoulder blades, nuzzling the skin before applying kisses along his spine, counting each vertebrate as he passed. Obi-Wan arched up into Anakin's touch as he traveled lower, and Anakin took advantage of the moment to grab the waistband of his sweats and pull, exposing his ass.

Kneeling between Obi-Wan's legs, Anakin grabbed the muscles of his ass and squeezed, his cock twitching as Obi-Wan huffed and arched into his touch, legs spread but constricted by the band of his sweatpants. Anakin caught sight of Obi-Wan's face, cheeks pink and eyes closed, seemingly relaxed save for the slight tension between his brows. Anakin knew he was hard - tenting his sweats as he ground into Anakin's touch, trying to get a little extra without having to beg for it.

A part of Anakin wanted him to plead; wanted to hear all sorts of filth tumble from his lips as he begged for Anakin to take him, fuck him hard and fast and brutal. But there was no need for urgency - not tonight. He moved for Anakin without being asked, seemingly knowing what Anakin was about to do before he'd even made up his mind. He was so pliant, so relaxed, so achingly willing. 

Anakin dipped his head and nipped one of Obi-Wan's cheeks, kissing away the mark almost immediately. Obi-Wan shifted again, body tensing as Anakin applied open-mouth kisses and kneaded the muscles of his ass, enjoying how much he could grip in his hands. Raising his head slightly, Anakin spread Obi-Wan's cheeks apart and pressed his thumb against his pink hole, applying the barest bit of pressure. Obi-Wan moaned and buried his face into the pillow, muffling his sounds as Anakin pressed a little harder - a little more insistent.

But just as he was about to breach the tight ring of muscles he pulled back, dragging the pad of his thumb down his perineum. Ducking his head, Anakin once again opened Obi-Wan up and pressed his lips against his hole before sliding his tongue along the muscles. Obi-Wan moaned again - this time louder - and ground up slightly, hips twitching. Anakin held him in place and laved his hole with broad, slow strokes, dragging his tongue along the ring of muscles and down his perineum, stopping just before his jaw touched the waistband of the sweatpants.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan moaned, breathy and strained.

The sound hit Anakin deep in his gut, neglected cock jumping against his stomach. He moved in for another swipe before he sucked at Obi-Wan's hole, rubbing his tongue against him, pressing harder with each flick. Obi-Wan moaned again and ground back, pressing himself into Anakin's face. Anakin lifted his head for just a moment, brushing spit from his jaw and lips as he shifted so he was lying between Obi-Wan's legs. He groaned as his cock touched the bed, little sparks of pleasure shooting all through his body.

Grabbing Obi-Wan's hips Anakin drew him in and continued to eat him out, flicking his tongue before gently probing the tight rim. He ground his hips into the mattress, moaning against Obi-Wan's hole as Obi-Wan continued to push back, little frantic sighs breaking through the wet sound of Anakin's desperate ministrations. Anakin gripped the waistband of his sweats with one hand, the other wrapping around to palm his cock through the dense material, Obi-Wan moaning at the sudden friction. Anakin continued to tongue fuck him, licking long strips before flicking his tongue, kissing the sensitive skin then sucking hard.

"Anakin. Anakin, please." Obi-Wan's voice broke through the haze, an urgency to it that made Anakin pause. Lifting his head he rested his chin on Obi-Wan's lower back, still petting him through his sweats.

"You okay?" he asked, breathing hard.

Obi-Wan raised his head and glanced at Anakin over his shoulder, cheeks flushed and bottom lip swollen from abuse. "More than okay," he said, a little smile on his lips. "I just need more. I need all of you, Anakin."

Anakin immediately sat and crawled up Obi-Wan's body, ducking his head down to kiss him. Obi-Wan twisted under him, back arching as he reached behind to cup the back of Anakin's head, deepening their embrace. Collapsing on top of him, Anakin kept the kiss going as he reached over and opened the side table drawer, fumbling around until he found a familiar tube.

Breaking the kiss, Anakin sat back on one knee and coated his fingers in lube, rubbing it quickly to warm it up. Kissing Obi-Wan's shoulders and the back of his neck, he reached down and pressed his finger against Obi-Wan's spit slick hole, probing gently before pressing two fingers inside. Obi-Wan shuddered, body relaxing as Anakin continued to pepper his shoulders with hot, open mouthed kisses as he worked his fingers in and out of him, stretching him further. He added a third, working him open wide, before Obi-Wan started to make more impatient noises in the back of his throat.

"Ready?" he asked, slicking himself up.

"I will be once you finally get my sweatpants off," Obi-Wan huffed.

Anakin scooted down Obi-Wan's body and grabbed the offending pants, yanking them down the rest of the way, Obi-Wan yelping as Anakin manhandled them off of him.

"You wanted them off," Anakin said when Obi-Wan sent him a look over his shoulder.

Anakin had to take a moment then. Obi-Wan was lying on his stomach, pale skin flush and legs spread, lower back arched beautifully as he ground down on the mattress in tiny increments. He looked at Anakin, annoyed and haughty. God, he was gorgeous.

Leaping back on to the bed Anakin hitched Obi-Wan's waist up and positioned himself carefully, biting his bottom lip as Obi-Wan's hole twitched around the head of his arousal. Obi-Wan relaxed and Anakin eased himself in, hissing as Obi-Wan's tight heat enclosed his cock from tip to root.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Anakin panted, thighs quacking as he stayed his hips, waiting for Obi-Wan to adjust.

"Move," Obi-Wan ordered, voice tight.

Anakin didn't waste time and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in. He moaned again, fingers digging into Obi-Wan's hips as he fucked into him, Obi-Wan bracing his knees on the mattress, touching himself. Anakin set an easy, steady rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of Obi-Wan in long, steady thrusts so they could both feel each other fully.

Falling forward, he wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's torso and pinned him to the mattress, Obi-Wan's ass arching further upward while Anakin pressed his length fully inside. Obi-Wan tightened his walls then, holding Anakin in place, Anakin unable to think of anything beyond how fucking tight and hot Obi-Wan was; how fucking deep inside him he was; how easily Obi-Wan took him - all of him, like Anakin was made to be a part of Obi-Wan. Like they were made for each other.

He pressed his face against Obi-Wan's neck, biting the sensitive skin before kissing the mark. And then Obi-Wan started to move again, relaxing his hold on Anakin. Anakin chocked out a moan as Obi-Wan began meeting his frantic thrusts, pushing back into him, fucking himself on Anakin's cock as Anakin pressed him further into the mattress. Anakin could hear Obi-Wan's breathy, desperate moans, coupled with 'fuck' and 'Anakin'.

Anakin knew Obi-Wan was really coming undone when he started swearing.

"I'm close," Anakin gasped, grabbing at Obi-Wan's chest with one hand, kneading his peck as he humped into him. His cock twitched inside Obi-Wan, begging for release that wouldn't come - not until Obi-Wan told him it was okay. Not until Obi-Wan was ready.

"J-Just a little more," Obi-Wan panted.

He shifted up into Anakin and Anakin angled his hips just so, hitting Obi-Wan's prostate. Obi-Wan came then, walls tightening around Anakin as he bit into the pillow and arched into his touch, one hand gripping at the blankets while the other jerked his pulsing cock.

That was all it took for Anakin to follow suit. He thrust desperately into Obi-Wan, a chocked sob breaking through as he spilled into him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Anakin panted, squeezing his eyes shut, riding out his orgasm as Obi-Wan continued to tremble beneath him, milking the last of his spent cock.

He collapsed on top of Obi-Wan, the two tangled together. Anakin didn't want to pull out - didn't want to sever his connection to Obi-Wan. Instead he remained tucked inside, Obi-Wan pressed beneath him, bearing the brunt of Anakin's weight. He listened to Obi-Wan's breathing as it slowly evened out, frantic hitching and desperate moans replaced with a content sigh and the briefest of chuckles.

"What?" Anakin mumbled, squeezing Obi-Wan gently. He pressed his face against the crook of Obi-Wan's neck, breathing in his scent.

"It's nothing, my dear."

"No, I want to know."

Obi-Wan shifted then and Anakin regretfully pulled out. He rolled off of Obi-Wan and on to the bed, sweat slicked chest exposed to the cool air of the room. He stretched out and looked up at Obi-Wan as he sat up, his hair a wild mess and cheeks still flushed. He looked like he'd just been ravaged.

Good.

"When I was taking a shower I was thinking about how I'd most likely need another one soon after. You've been giving me looks all day."

Anakin frowned. "You're saying I'm predictable."

"I would never call you something so mundane." Obi-Wan laughed. "You're the complete opposite of predictable, Anakin. You're a whirlwind of unpredictability."

"All I'm hearing is that you knew I'd come sniffing around as soon as you finished your shower."

"And I was correct."

Anakin tugged at Obi-Wan's hand, pulling him down on top. Obi-Wan braced himself on his elbow, tracing small patterns along Anakin's temple and jaw.

"You know you don't have to wear attractive things like sweatpants to seduce me," Anakin said. "I'd fuck you even if you were wearing a paper bag."

Obi-Wan let out a bark of laughter, wrinkles deepening around his eyes. "You find sweatpants attractive?"

"Did I not just tell you that I'd find you sexy wearing anything?" He couldn't help but chuckle despite the teasing he was getting.

Obi-Wan leaned down for a slow, easy kiss. Anakin could feel his smile in the embrace. "Maybe I should just walk around naked all the time then, hm? Not even bother trying?"

Anakin thought of Obi-Wan reading in the nude; washing the dishes in the nude; sitting in the garden in the nude; doing taxes in the nude and, perhaps the best one of all, doing his tai chi routine in the nude.

"I think that's an excellent idea."

"I'll see what I can do.

Anakin grinned into another kiss.

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 Anakin wondered if Obi-Wan knew what sort of affect he had on him.

 The way he spoke, the way he moved, how he laughed, the little noises he made in the back of his throat as they fucked - all of it captivated Anakin. He could watch Obi-Wan for hours; follow the movement of his hands as he worked, admire the laugh lines that crinkles as he smiled, soak in his brief but near constant touches as they danced across Anakin's spine or rested on his shoulder as he passed.

 He was entrancing. Captivating. Arresting, spellbinding, mesmerizing - whatever words one could use, he was all of them and more.

 Anakin lay on their bed watching Obi-Wan undress, soaking in the little things he did like carefully folding up his silk tie and evening out the collar of his dress shirt before taking it off. Even walking around the room in nothing but his briefs, socks, and sock garters Obi-Wan looked elegant. Refined in a way that seemed so effortless. It was both enviable and maddening, watching him carry himself with such poise, such grace.

 But Anakin knew how to undo him completely and utterly. Knew how to bring ruin to his elegance and refinement if just for a moment.

 Eventually Obi-Wan stopped his puttering and made move to undress the rest of the way, sitting down on a chair in the corner next to the closet. It was then that Anakin made his move. Slipping off the bed he approached Obi-Wan, placing one knee on his thigh, inching his way on to his lap. Obi-Wan raised a brow, a soft smile on his lips as he gently grasped the side of Anakin's bare hip, warm fingertips dancing across his skin. Anakin had undressed almost as soon as they were home having no such ritual. He'd just toss his clothes into the nearest hamper - or close to it - before collapsing on the bed, a tangle of long limbs and lazy youthfulness.

 "Hello there," Obi-Wan said softly, leaning into Anakin's touch as he cupped his cheek. His beard rubbed pleasantly against his palm.

 "Hi," he said, sitting astride Obi-Wan's thigh.

 Wrapping his arms around his neck Anakin pressed their foreheads together, sighing as Obi-Wan's hands ran along his waist before trailing down to cup his ass.

 "Did you have a good time tonight?" Obi-Wan asked, voice impossibly soft.

 "Not really. They ran out of crab cakes early in the night."

 Obi-Wan chuckled, deep and low. Anakin's cock twitched. "Well I appreciate you coming with me. I hate attending these events without you by my side. You make everything bearable."

 "I do what I can..."

 "How about I make it up to you, hm?"

 Anakin kissed Obi-Wan, his lips parting with a sigh, Anakin delving his tongue in to taste him. Obi-Wan's grip intensified with every lick of Anakin's tongue inside his mouth, and Anakin moaned softly when he began to knead the muscles of his ass, squeezing and pulling his cheeks apart only to press his fingertip gently against his hole. Anakin's cock hardened at the touch, and he could feel Obi-Wan's own arousal pressing against him - insistent and demanding. Breaking their kiss, Anakin ground down on to Obi-Wan's lap, toes dug into the floor beneath them as he pressed his entire weight on top of him. Mussing up Obi-Wan's hair, Anakin tugged at the silken strands on the back of his head, earning himself a soft huff and another fierce kiss. This time Obi-Wan dominated it, one hand coming up to cup the back of his head, a steady pressure keeping Anakin locked in place.

 Anakin leaned forward, pressing their chests together, the chair groaning under their combined weight. Anakin didn't care but it startled Obi-Wan, lips hesitating against his, hands leaving Anakin to grip the side of the chair.

 "It's fine," Anakin said.

 "You're not the one sitting on it."

 Before Anakin could convince Obi-Wan that the chair wasn't going to break, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his waist and stood, hefting Anakin into his arms. Anakin let out a startled yelp, clinging to Obi-Wan as he carried him the short distance to the bed and rather unceremoniously dropped him onto the fluffy duvet.

 He hadn't expected that, but it wasn't at all unwelcome. 

 Leaning back on his elbows, Anakin spread his legs and watched Obi-Wan strip down the rest of the way. His thick cock bounced against his stomach when he took off his briefs, foreskin pulled back to expose a glistening red head that Anakin wanted to lick and suck and hold against the inside of his cheek. Instead he touched himself at the sight, hissing as he rubbed the underside of his length, velvet soft skin sticky with precum.

 "Those gym classes have been good to you," Anakin teased, laughing softly when Obi-Wan sent him a look.

 Obi-Wan braced a foot on the bed next to Anakin, unclasping his sock garters with unhurried hands. Anakin stroked himself and moaned, trying to get Obi-Wan to speed up. It didn't work. If anything else Obi-Wan seemed to slow down, normally nimble fingers struggling to unclasp the bands from the top of his sock. Anakin continued to stroke himself slowly, rubbing the head of his cock with his thumb, collecting strands of precum. He brought it to his mouth and licked, moaning around his fingers.

 Obi-Wan stared, cheeks flushed. He finally got one garter and sock off and tossed them across the room.

 "Better hurry," Anakin panted. He dug his heels into the mattress and thrust upward, fucking into his hand as Obi-Wan started work on his other foot. This time Obi-Wan went faster, practically ripping the garter off and flinging it across the room. He barely got his sock off before he pounced, throwing himself on top of Anakin, growling as he batted Anakin's hand away.

 Anakin grinned into the kiss and hooked his legs around Obi-Wan's waist, holding him in place as Obi-Wan pushed their cocks together, the two rutting against each another. Obi-Wan was braced above Anakin, head ducked as he watched their movements - admiring the slide of their aching lengths together, the push and pull of their bodies as they moved together. Anakin reached up to run his hands through Obi-Wan's chest hair, relishing in the feeling of it beneath his palms and across his fingertips. Stopping at his nipples, Anakin rolled and pinched the hardened nubs between his finger and thumb, Obi-Wan stuttering above him.

 "You're a tease," Obi-Wan said, breathy and uneven. He locked eyes with Anakin, hair coming out of its gelled hold to rest across his forehead. His eyes were dark, pupils blown. He looked dangerous for a moment, and Anakin relished in it.

 "So?" Anakin spread out beneath Obi-Wan, tilting his head to the side, daring him to stop him - to punish him for it. Obi-Wan responded by reaching between them to grab his cock, roughly jerking it a few times before sliding down to fondle his balls. Anakin's toes curled, back arching off the bed, Obi-Wan's calloused hand working him up further, teasing him in turn.

 "C'mere." Anakin pulled Obi-Wan down on top of him fully, chest to chest, hip to hip, groin to groin. Obi-Wan kissed him, pressing him into the mattress as he tangled his hands in his hair and pulled. Anakin gasped as the sensation hit him right in the gut, lips parting only for Obi-Wan to slip his tongue in, seeking out all the sensitive spots in his mouth that made Anakin whimper.

 God, it was intoxicating - the little sounds Obi-Wan was making, the desperation in his touch, the maddening way in which he kissed Anakin like a man starved for affection. For him.

 Reaching down Anakin gripped Obi-Wan's ass and dragged him in closer, their hips thrusting together, cocks pressed in tight between their bodies. Obi-Wan broke the kiss and rested his cheek against Anakin's, hot breath tickling his ear. Anakin relished in the sounds he was making - soft, desperate little moans as he pressed Anakin down deep into the mattress. Anakin spread his legs further, heels digging into the back of Obi-Wan's calves as he thrust upward, desperate for more. Their cocks were slick with precum and sweat, pressed between their stomachs, rubbing together, bringing them closer and closer to the edge.

 Heat pooled in Anakin's gut, cock begging for release. But he couldn't - not yet, not when Obi-Wan was still so frustratingly steady above him. Still so refined. He needed to undo him - pull apart his stitching until he was a writhing, begging mess, completely ripped apart by Anakin's touch alone.

 Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan's side and flipped them, switching their positions in one easy motion. Obi-Wan fell back on to the mattress with a huff, his brow raised as Anakin scooted up his chest, straddling him. His bottom lip was slick with their combined spit, mouth hot and wet and eager. Perfect for the taking. He brushed the head of his cock against Obi-Wan's lips, pressing gently, spreading pearls of sticky seed against his lips.

 "This alright?" Anakin asked. Obi-Wan answered him by taking the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking down hard.

 Anakin cried out, hips bucking forward, sinking more of his length into Obi-Wan's hot, willing mouth. Obi-Wan ran his hands up Anakin's thighs and pet his hips as Anakin face-fucked him slowly, holding on to his jaw, keeping him in place as he moved above him. Obi-Wan relaxed his throat and took all of Anakin in, nose buried in brown curls, Anakin holding, holding, holding as he chocked Obi-Wan with his length.

 "Fuck," Anakin gasped, overwhelmed by the hot, tight heat enveloping his cock, the flutter in Obi-Wan's throat, the small noises he was making - so desperate, so carnal.

 He finally pulled out, Obi-Wan gasping for breath, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as he lay beneath him. He continued to hold on to Anakin's hips, petting him with the pads of his thumbs. Anakin sat back on to Obi-Wan's chest, running a hand through his hair, pushing sweat soaked curls back as he admired his handiwork. God Obi-Wan looked incredible - pale skin pink with exertion and desire, bright blue eyes so dark, so heady, and lips bruised and red like the tip of his cock.

 Obi-Wan simply sent Anakin a cheeky little grin when he caught him staring.

 "Doing alright?" Obi-Wan asked, kissing the underside of Anakin's twitching cock. Before Anakin could dignify him with an answer Obi-Wan took him back into his mouth, sucking on the tip before bobbing his head, all the while staring up at Anakin with such fondness.

 Fucking fuck.

  Anakin reached back and grabbed Obi-Wan's neglected cock, stroking it to the rhythm Obi-Wan set around his own. He looked down the length of his body and watched Obi-Wan's pink lips wrapped around him, an almost studious, determined look on his face as he brought Anakin closer and closer to the edge. Anakin's steady pants and loud, breathy moans mixing with the sound of Obi-Wan sucking him off, obscene and wet.

 "I-I'm close," Anakin said, biting his bottom lip, hand unsteady around Obi-Wan's length.

 He wanted to outlast Obi-Wan, wanted to pull him apart until he was a mess in Anakin's lap, but that wasn't going to happen, not when Obi-Wan was remaining so maddeningly stalwart, so composed, so--

 Obi-Wan came first. Anakin was surprised when he felt his cock jump against his hand followed by a grunt around his own length, cum spilling out, thick and steady, coating his fingers and wrist. Obi-Wan moaned around Anakin's length and that was all it took for his own orgasm to rip through him. He fell forward, hips stuttering as he spilled into Obi-Wan's eager mouth. Obi-Wan continued to suck him off even as he bucked up wildly into Anakin's trembling grasp, pulling every last drop out of him.

 Once fully spent, Anakin rolled off of Obi-Wan and collapsed on the bed next to him. His limbs tingled, vibrating with expended energy, the coil in him finally sprung loose. They lay in silence save for their uneven breathing, shoulders touching. Anakin stared up at the ceiling, listening to the rush of blood through his head as his afterglow flowed through him.

 Obi-Wan had come first. Just from a hand-job and his cock in his throat. Anakin grinned.

 "I think that counts as making it up to you," Obi-Wan said.

 Anakin laughed. "Agreed."

 He could feel Obi-Wan's hand searching for his own in the mess of blankets. He grasped Obi-Wan's wrist and brought his hand up, tangling their fingers together before kissing his knuckles. Obi-Wan rubbed his thumb across the back of his, steady and reassuring. They lay for some time, contented to bask in their shared experience. Eventually, however, Anakin's shoulders began to complain about a lack of movement. The coil was taught again. He needed to move.

 Dropping Obi-Wan's hand, Anakin sat up and stretched his arms above his head, a loud 'pop' resounding throughout the room. Obi-Wan remained lounging on the bedding, stomach covered in cum, skin slick with sweat, cheeks and lips a pretty shade of coral. His hair was mussed, strands of spit and a little bit of cum on his beard. He looked thoroughly debauched. Used, even.

 And yet still, somehow, sophisticated. 

 Anakin would just have to work harder next time.

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 This was unfair.

 Deeply, deeply unfair.

 Anakin couldn't believe that the day Obi-Wan decided to walk out in a tuxedo and kilt was also the day when Anakin couldn't completely and utterly defile him.

 'It's a wedding,' Obi-Wan had said, straightening out his bow-tie in the mirror. 'We have to look presentable.'

 The tuxedo was already enough to send Anakin over the edge - all crisp and clean lines, well pressed black fabric that narrowed in on his waist perfectly, and a bow-tie that wrapped around his strong neck - but the kilt was enough to drive Anakin down into the depths of absolute madness and depravity. It was made from a tartan of greens, all of varying depths and tones that brought out the blues in his eyes. It was cinched tight around his waist and hung gracefully downward, cutting off just at his knees. And then there were the socks - oh the socks - black and tight fitting as they encased his strong calves. Obi-Wan had explained the meaning behind the choice of colours of the tartan to Anakin once, but Anakin had been too busy picturing what he'd look like in it that he'd completely forgotten.

 And now that he knew what he looked like wearing it, Anakin wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to really fully recover.

 He spent the entire ceremony and reception watching Obi-Wan, eyes raking over his form again and again, hands clenched into tight fists as he tried to get a handle on himself and his penis. But it was so hard when Obi-Wan was sitting like that - legs spread casually, kilt hung across his lap, tempting Anakin to drop to his knees and slip beneath to see if the rumours were true about not wearing underwear with a kilt.

 Anakin wanted to live under Obi-Wan's kilt, kiss and bite and mark his thighs, nuzzle his balls, suck the head of his prick, tasting him again and again. He wanted to throw him over the dessert table, lift his kilt up to expose his ass to the whole room, and fuck him right then and there. He wanted Obi-Wan to sit on his lap and grind down, cock tenting the pleats of the kilt as he got off on friction alone. Anakin wanted to do that and more. But he couldn't, because it would be indecent or insensitive or whatever.

 The whole thing was outrageous.

 Obi-Wan wouldn't even let him touch his thigh under the kilt, quickly and subtly smacking his hand away any time he made an attempt. Which was often and frequently. The furthest he was allowed to touch was his knee, and Anakin rubbed and squeezed the only available expanse of skin available to him until Obi-Wan began to complain about his grip being a little too forceful.

 It wasn't as if the wedding was particularly important to either he or Obi-Wan. It was the union between friends of a friends cousin whose family had far too much money and not enough common sense. Anakin suspected that they'd invited half the city to the event, desperate for the social media clout that would soon follow.

 Everyone at the wedding kept going on about how romantic and beautiful the entire night was, while all Anakin could think about was how much his dick hurt and how it was all so unfair.

 By the end of the evening the only thing keeping Anakin going was the promise that eventually they'd be able to go home, and when that time came Obi-Wan would finally let him see if he was wearing underwear or not. So he danced with Obi-Wan and chatted politely with the others sat next to him at the table, all the while trying desperately to telepathically communicate to Obi-Wan just how horny he was.

 Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Obi-Wan returned from the bathroom, keys in hand and his brow raised in an unasked question:

  Home?

 "You're going well over the speed limit," Obi-Wan mumbled. He was leaning against the passenger car door, legs spread - again - as he watched Anakin with idle curiosity.

 Anakin shifted in his seat and pressed down on the gas a little more. "Yeah, well, I want to get home."

 "Whatever for?"

 Anakin clenched his jaw and sent Obi-Wan a look. Obi-Wan smiled back.

 The light up ahead turned red and Anakin slammed on the breaks, stopping the car a short distance from the crosswalk. Obi-Wan let out a grunt as he shifted in the seat, bracing himself on the dashboard.

 "Honestly, Anakin, I'd rather get home in one piece than spread out on the roadway all because of your impatience."

 "I'm only going ten over."

 "Twenty."

 Anakin sighed heavily and glanced over at Obi-Wan. He was once again lounging in the plush seat, legs hung open, kilt draped over his lap. Anakin noted that it had ridden up a little on his legs, exposing his muscular thighs. That had to be on purpose. He watched as Obi-Wan's fingertips danced across his skin before he rubbed the hem of the kilt between his index finger and thumb. Definitely on purpose.

 Anakin didn't say anything, holding his breath before--

 "The light is green."

 "Shit."

 Anakin threw the finger up at the car honking behind them and sped off down the street. They were still a good ten minutes away and Obi-Wan was not making things easy. Anakin could see he was still playing with the hem of the kilt, hitching it up more and more each time Anakin glanced over. By the time they hit their second red light Obi-Wan had almost completely pushed the kilt up his lap, his cock barely hidden by the thick material.

 So he wasn't wearing any underwear.

 "I took them off in the bathroom," Obi-Wan said, as if to read Anakin's filthy thoughts. "Thought it would be easier for the both of us once we finally got home."

 "Fuck me," Anakin breathed out, the realization that Obi-Wan had stripped down in a semi-public space to make things easier hitting him straight in the groin.

 "It's rather what I'm trying to do."

 The light turned green again. Anakin threw the car into gear, trying to pay attention to the road while Obi-Wan reached down beneath the kilt and stroked himself casually. Obi-Wan liked to pretend that he was poised and refined at all times, acting the perfect gentleman while Anakin practically rutted against him like some feral animal - which was true, most of the time. But Anakin knew he could be just as shameless, just as wanton and passionate as he was. He was just better at hiding it.

 Like under kilts.

 By the time they'd arrived at their third infuriating red light Obi-Wan had taken off his bow tie and undone the top few buttons on his shirt, exposing his collarbone and a bit of his chest. Anakin bit his bottom lip, taking in the sight of Obi-Wan casually exposing himself to him in the front seat of the car. He reached out and grasped Obi-Wan's thigh, and Obi-Wan shifted slightly so that Anakin's hand brushed the side of his cock. Anakin kept his eyes on the lights as he grasped Obi-Wan's growing arousal, finishing what Obi-Wan had started as he stroked the thick shaft to near full length with only a few swipes. He glanced up into the rear-view mirror, wondering very briefly if the annoyed woman behind them had any idea what he was currently doing with his hand.

 "Anakin, my darling," Obi-Wan said, voice smooth like honey. "I should probably tell you that I also prepared myself in the bathroom."

 Anakin almost chocked on his tongue right then and there. If the mental image of him stripping his briefs off in the stall wasn't enough to make Anakin almost manic with lust, the thought of him finger fucking himself in there certainly was.

 They weren't going to make it back to the house in time. Anakin was already ready to burst, cock straining against the tight confines of his slacks as he sat impatiently at the light. The little noise Obi-Wan made in the back of his throat each time Anakin teased his hardening length told him that Obi-Wan was just as desperate - just as eager as he was.

 The light turned green and with great self-control Anakin withdrew his hands from between Obi-Wan's legs and took his frustration out on the gear shift, peeling away from the lights with more speed than was necessary and legal. Turning off on to a side road that would take them to a nearby park he sped down the gravel roadway, ignoring Obi-Wan's cry of alarm as they drifted around a corner and right into an abandoned parking lot. Swinging the car into the furthest spot, Anakin parked the car and cut the engine. He wrestled with his seatbelt, the mechanism inside locking in place any time he tried to lean over to take Obi-Wan's length into his mouth. Finally he just undid the seatbelt all together, ignoring Obi-Wan's amused expression.

 Obi-Wan flipped his sporran on to his stomach and only had time to get the kilt out of the way before Anakin ducked down and swallowed his length. Obi-Wan let out a loud moan, hips jerking as Anakin began moving, coating his length in his spit. It was sloppy and unrefined but Anakin was beyond trying to impress. The taste of him and the weight of his cock against his tongue was all that Anakin had been able to think about all night, and he wanted more - was positively desperate for it. He continued to  bob his head, spurred on by Obi-Wan's hand on the back of his head and the friction between his own legs as he roughly palmed himself through his slacks. 

 Lifting his head, he released Obi-Wan's prick with a pop before delving back down to apply messy, open mouthed kisses along Obi-Wan's thigh, biting the sensitive flesh before sucking a mark. He wanted to mark him - make him his and only his. He wanted the vision of Obi-Wan stood so poised, so elegant to the outside world, while under his kilt he was covered in dried spit, come, and a plethora of marks - bites and bruises that Anakin made. That told everyone he belonged to Anakin.

 Satisfied with his handiwork, Anakin went back to Obi-Wan's cock, sucking on the head, playing with the soft foreskin with his tongue and lapping up the pearls of precome, pressing the tip of his tongue against the slit. Obi-Wan moaned again, bucking up into Anakin's mouth, and Anakin took him back down from tip to root. He held him for a moment, throat fluttering around his length, relishing in the feeling of Obi-Wan filling him.

 When he lifted his head for a second time Obi-Wan's cock was covered in his spit, a string of it attached to his bottom lip. He brushed it away was about to go back down before Obi-Wan tugged the hair on the nap of his neck, pulling him up with a firm but steady grip. Anakin whimpered, the motion sending little shocks of pleasure through his already over stimulated body. They locked eyes in the dimly lit cabin of the car, Obi-Wan's dark with desire.

 The came together in a needy, desperate kiss, Anakin parting his lips to let Obi-Wan's tongue slip in - to let him taste himself on Anakin's lips. He tasted like wine from the wedding, the sweet vestiges of it mixing with the salty, bitter taste of his precome. They broke apart Obi-Wan nuzzling their noses together as he kept a firm grip in Anakin's hair, locking him in place.

 "Do you have any idea what it was like this evening for me?" Obi-Wan mumbled, biting Anakin's bottom lip roughly. Anakin whimpered, cock hurting as it pushed against his slacks. "The way you looked at me tonight; how you couldn't keep your hands off of me. I dare say I came close to doing away with all social decency and fucking you right on the dessert table."

 Anakin laughed softly, the sound turning into a moan as Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side and nipped along his jaw. "F-Funny. I had the same thought."

 "I know," Obi-Wan practically growled, biting the space just behind Anakin's jaw. "You did a poor job of hiding it. I suspect everyone at the wedding knew exactly what you were thinking."

 "Let them. I don't care." Anakin pulled away from Obi-Wan, locking eyes with him once more. "I want you; all the time, at every minute of the day. I need you, Obi-Wan. Fuck, I need you."

 Obi-Wan let out a breath through his nose - sharp and impatient. "Get into the back."

 Anakin didn't need telling twice. Practically throwing himself into the backseat, he turned around and grabbed Obi-Wan, pulling him into the space. It was a tight fit but they always made it work. This wasn't the first time they'd fucked in the backseat of the car, and this probably wasn't the first time they'd fucked in this specific parking lot. Anakin got impatient a lot, and Obi-Wan was always so accommodating.

 After stripping off his suit jacket and undoing his tie Anakin surged forward and pressed Obi-Wan down on to the backseat, running his hands along his spread thighs, traveling down to tease the band on one of his socks as they kissed. He slipped a finger beneath the band and pulled it back, letting go so it slapped gently against Obi-Wan's calf. Obi-Wan laughed into the kiss, pulling away. It was dark in the backseat but Anakin could see the amusement in Obi-Wan's expression, undercutting the moment for just a second. His hair was a mess, auburn strands splayed out on the plush leather, his shirt ripped open to expose his chest while his kilt was hitched up around his waist, thick, long cock so red and so exposed as it bobbed between pale legs.

 He reached down to touch Obi-Wan's entrance, feeling the area slick with lube. Obi-Wan moaned softly and ground down, searching for a little more.

 "Fuck, Obi-Wan." Anakin whimpered, overwhelmed by it all. When they first began their relationship Anakin had never imagined Obi-Wan would ever be this free with him; this exposed, this honest in his wants and desires.

 "Come, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, a sudden tremble in his voice Anakin hadn't heard before. "I need you inside. Now."

 Anakin fumbled between his legs and undid his belt and the button of his slacks, pulling the zipper down before reaching inside to free his cock. He hissed as the humid air touched his sensitive length. He gave himself a few rough strokes, gliding sticky precome along the shaft.

 "You sure this will be enough?" Anakin asked, suddenly hesitant to enter him without some sort of preparation of his own.

 The look Obi-Wan sent him tested that resolve. His cock twitched in his hand, another bead of precome spilling out, dripping down to his knuckles.

 "I'll be fine," Obi-Wan said, voice all soft and rough at the same time. "Just go slowly."

 Obi-Wan shifted in the seat, throwing one leg over the back of the chair, the other resting over Anakin's shoulder as he guided himself inside - slowly, just as instructed. Obi-Wan was so obscenely tight, so hot, so welcoming. Anakin bit his bottom lip, the pressure around his cock so intense, so overwhelming, as Obi-Wan relaxed to accommodate him entirely. Gripping Obi-Wan's thigh that was draped over his shoulder, Anakin stared down at Obi-Wan, hips quaking as he waited for permission to move. He braced one foot on the car floor, the other pressed against the door, leather shoes cracking under the pressure.

 Obi-Wan shifted slightly beneath Anakin, walls contracting and then loosening as he tucked himself in closer. Anakin almost came.

 "Move."

 Anakin pulled out before slamming back in, creating a rough and fast pace right off the bat. Obi-Wan was panting softly, chest heaving as he held on to the door behind him with one hand, the other gripping the back of Anakin's neck, touch searing as he held him in place - keeping his attention on him and only him. Anakin let out a soft growl as Obi-Wan tightened around him again, the feeling of his cock sliding against his walls both pleasurable and painful in its intensity. He'd waited so long for this - so fucking long.

 The squeak of the leather seats as it shifted beneath them mixed in with the heavy panting and the gentle 'thud' of Obi-Wan's watch against the door. Anakin was moaning softly, a string of curse words slipping past his lips as Obi-Wan angled his hips up into him, meeting his thrusts. Grabbing the backseat headrest, Anakin repositioned so he was more on his knees, allowing himself to fuck into Obi-Wan deeper and faster, Obi-Wan opening up beneath him.

 Eventually Obi-Wan let go of his neck and began stroking his cock, the folds of his kilt only causing him minor fumbling.

 Anakin leaned down and kissed Obi-Wan messily as he fucked him, slamming his hips again and again into his open hole, stretching him and filling him and--

 "I-I'm gonna come," Anakin panted against Obi-Wan's lips.

 Obi-Wan tightened down on Anakin and Anakin slammed his hips back in one last time as he came, spilling deep inside him. Obi-Wan followed shortly afterward, thick ribbons of come spread across his kilt and chest, Anakin grinding into him, the two riding out their orgasms together as they maintained eye contact. When they were finished Anakin regretfully pulled out and slumped back against the door. He was sticky and overheated, entire body tingling with sated energy.

 Obi-Wan sat up, disentangling himself from Anakin, lacking his usual grace as he righted himself. His hair was a disheveled mess, shirt and chest covered in come, the pleats on his kilt wrinkled and mussed. Anakin smiled, taking it all in. He did that. He caused that. That was his handiwork.

 "You should put that away," Obi-Wan said, pointing at Anakin's softened cock as it hung intelligently from the open crotch of his slacks.

 "I'm still basking," Anakin said.

 Obi-Wan chuckled as he slowly buttoned his shirt back up, hiding away the debauchery with each button. Anakin watched Obi-Wan as he went through his quiet ritual of righting himself. He almost looked presentable at the end of it all - almost. His hair was still a mess, the back of his head resembling a birds nest. Anakin leaned forward righted it, smoothing out the tangles as Obi-Wan leaned into his touch.

 "How do I look?" Obi-Wan asked.

 He still looked disheveled, thoroughly fucked and debauched.

 "You look fucking hot," Anakin said, feeling his cock twitch between his legs.

 Obi-Wan laughed, gaze flicking down to Anakin's groin. "I guess you weren't lying."

 "I never lie."

 "I feel that's a lie right there."

 "Fine. My dick never lies."

 Obi-Wan smiled and kissed Anakin - slow and steady. When they broke apart he patted Anakin's leg. "Now that we can agree on."

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 "Where did you get that?"

 "What?"

 "Your jacket."

 Obi-Wan glanced down his body, fiddling with the cuffs of a very well-loved leather motorcycle jacket. The leather was dyed jet black but had muted over time, supple and soft through years of use. Buckles and zippers clicked together as Obi-Wan moved throughout the garage, belt hanging from the loops, drawing Anakin's gaze from his chest down his stomach right to his groin, thick cock bulging against his tight jeans.

 Wherever it came from it certainly wasn't Anakin's, and he certainly hadn't seen it before. He would have remembered seeing it.

 "Oh, this thing? I found it in storage the other day. I completely forgot I had it." He smiled up at Anakin, oblivious to the things the jacket was currently doing to him. "I'm surprised it still fits."

 Oh it fits alright.

 Whenever they went for a ride on Anakin's motorcycle Obi-Wan always borrowed one of Anakin's old jackets, waving off Anakin's attempts to buy him one of his own. Anakin's jackets were more slim-fitting and less traditional, made for a sleek fit rather than the leather daddy sex god look Obi-Wan had going on. Anakin bit his bottom lip as Obi-Wan righted the collar and tugged down at the edges of the jacket, the leather flexing and moving with him.

 Anakin wondered what the leather would feel like under his hands as he grabbed on to Obi-Wan's arms, strong muscles flexing beneath the smooth material. It was well taken care of and probably smelled good, too, the scent of hot leather clinging to Obi-Wan's skin, mixing with his spicy cologne and the scent of clean sweat.

 When Obi-Wan turned around to grab his helmet Anakin's cock twitched at the sight of Obi-Wan's firm ass encased in tight jeans, back muscles flexing beneath the jacket.

 "You're not still serious about going for a ride, are you?" Anakin asked as soon as Obi-Wan sat down on his beloved bike.

 Obi-Wan quirked a brow and rested his helmet on his lap. "I thought that's what you wanted to do today."

 "Well yeah, until you came out looking like that," Anakin said - possibly whined, he couldn't tell over the sound of all his blood rushing from his head into his dick.

 Obi-Wan smirked, head cocked to the side as he drummed his fingers on the top of his helmet. He didn't say anything, simply looked at Anakin through heavy lidded eyes.

 "Well I'm keen to go out on a drive today, so I guess you'll just have to wait," he finally said. He shoved his helmet on and closed the visor, leaving Anakin to his pouting.

 The rumble of the engine was going to snap Anakin's cock off with how hard it was - he just knew it.

 Stomping over to the bike Anakin sat himself down in front of Obi-Wan and shoved his helmet on, trying desperately to ignore the feel of Obi-Wan pressed against his back, arms encased in soft leather wrapped tight around his waist. He let out a groan that only he could heard when Obi-Wan fondled him briefly, hand flat against the front of his jeans, rubbing him before they were once again appropriately placed around his waist. Anakin threw on the engine and revved it a couple of times, hoping the rumble made Obi-Wan just as uncomfortable as he was, before they peeled out of the driveway and tore down the block.

 He opted for a shorter trip, already annoyed and aroused and slightly miffed that Obi-Wan was making them go on a drive in the first place. Yes, he had been begging to take his bike out for the past five days and yes, it was the perfect spring day for it, but that was before Obi-Wan showed up looking like he came straight out of a Tom of Finland art book. Now instead of enjoying the scenery, the feel of the bike between his legs, the rush of the engine and the pull of the open road as he slid through the corners and rushed down the straights, all he could think about was what it would feel like to hold on to Obi-Wan's leather jacket as he was fucked within an inch of his life.

 Obi-Wan wasn't helping matters either, all pressed up nice and tight against his back, groin to ass, chest to back, arms firm around his waist. He followed Anakin with ease as he took sharp corners and around long bends in the roadway. He'd always been good about that - moving with Anakin rather than to just holding on to him, Anakin able to move the bike a little faster, a little tighter, with Obi-Wan balancing him.

 But any tranquility he gained from driving was quickly lost whenever they had to stop, Anakin suddenly very aware of the rumble of the engine and the press of Obi-Wan against him. He could feel the gentle pressure of his perfect, thick cock right against his ass - insistent and tempting and deliriously hard. Anakin gripped the handles a little tighter, desperate for the light to turn green so he could think of anything else but kicking the stand down, turning around in his seat, and riding the fuck out of Obi-Wan right in the middle of the roadway.

 Eventually it all became too much, however, Anakin's already weak resolve crumbling as soon as Obi-Wan palmed him again during another red light. Their typically scenic route back home became a tour of the city's massive thoroughfares, Anakin taking the quickest way possible to get the two of them home. Pulling up into the garage Anakin kicked down the stand and cut the engine, the room suddenly quiet. He threw his helmet off and undid his jacket, making move to get up and off of the bike when Obi-Wan's hands stilled him.

 "Stay," Obi-Wan said, breath hot against Anakin's ear.

 Anakin dropped back down on to the seat and leaned against Obi-Wan, whimpering as Obi-Wan ran his hand down between his leg, massaging his cock through the confines of his jeans. He tilted his head back, resting it on Obi-Wan's shoulder, the scent of leather and spice and motor oil thick in the back of his throat. He closed his eyes as Obi-Wan undid his belt and slipped his hand inside, grabbing his length. He held on to Obi-Wan's arm, the leather as soft as it looked, and hissed as he was pulled from the confines of his jeans, Obi-Wan stroking him from root to tip.

 "Fuck," he panted out, spreading his legs, giving Obi-Wan more access to his body. Obi-Wan took advantage of it, momentarily neglecting his cock to pull out his balls, rolling them in his hand before he returned to his prior ministrations.

 "Feel good?" Obi-Wan asked, pepping a trail of kisses and soft nips along Anakin's neck.

 "Fuck yeah," he said, unable to hide his grin as Obi-Wan kept working him over, his breath hot and uneven against his skin.

 Maybe it felt a little too good. He was already hard and aching by the time they returned to the garage, and with Obi-Wan's hands on him now it was almost impossible to keep it all together. Obi-Wan's touch was steady as he fisted his cock, calloused palms running along his sensitive length, collecting precome on the upswing, swirling it around on the sensitive tip before going back down.

 Opening his eyes he looked down his body, the image almost too much to take in. There he was, legs spread over the engine of his bike, cock thick and red and leaking precome as it bobbed between his still clothed legs. And Obi-Wan's hand jerking him off, movements so steady, so fucking good as he bit a mark against his neck, licking across it, pain and pleasure shooting through him until--

 His toes curled inside his boots as he came, thick ribbons of come spurting out the head of his cock before landing on his lap and chest, white rivulets running down the black and chrome gas tank in front of him. He bucked up into Obi-Wan's hand, riding out the please, cheeks pink from embarrassment of having come so quickly. His body thrummed from the residual feel of the engine and his orgasm, from his toes and the tips of his fingers, to the top of his head and the base of his cock.

 As he came down from his high Obi-Wan continued to touch him, kissing along his neck, his hand slipped up under his shirt to pet his stomach. Anakin let out a small huff and ran a hand through his hair, pushing back messy curls from his sweat-slicked forehead.

 "Sorry," he said.

 "Don't be sorry," Obi-Wan mumbled, lips still pressed against Anakin's neck, nose nuzzling. "You have such a sensitive body. So eager... so keen..."

 Anakin's cock twitched again and he turned slightly in Obi-Wan's arms. Obi-Wan was looking very pleased with himself, a satisfied smile on his lips as he continued touch Anakin, hands wandering further upward under his shirt, broad palms running across his pecks. One hand stopped at a nipple, pinching and playing with the hardening nub.

 "Think we'll make it to the bedroom?" Anakin asked, arching up into Obi-Wan's touch, biting his bottom lip as Obi-Wan worked his other nipple into a similar state. God he wished it were his mouth there instead.

 "Doesn't seem likely," Obi-Wan replied.

 They made it as far as the foyer of the house before Anakin was slammed up against the wall, Obi-Wan's hungry lips on him. He moaned into the kiss, Obi-Wan slipping his tongue into his mouth, licking and rubbing all his sensitive points as he rutted up against him. He could feel Obi-Wan's bulge against his hip - insistent and heavy, pressing deep into Anakin's responding arousal.

 "Fuck you get me so hard so quickly," he said when they broke apart. He held on to Obi-Wan's jacket, twisting the soft leather under his grasp. Ducking his head he pressed his face against the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. The leather jacket rubbed against his jawline pleasantly and he sucked a mark at the juncture where neck met shoulder, marring pale, freckled skin.

 "You're twenty-three, Anakin. Everything gets you hard," Obi-Wan said as he fumbled between his legs, undoing his jeans. His cock popped out from the slit at the front, thick and red, twitching with each beat of his heart.

 "Don't sell yourself short," Anakin mumbled, stroking Obi-Wan - rough and fast, collecting precome at the tip before raising it to his lips, tasting Obi-Wan as he sucked on his fingers.

 Obi-Wan let out a soft sound then, pupils going wide, blue eyes dark with desire. His hair was a wild mess around his head, the helmet and Anakin's hands turning it into a tangle of auburn swirls. Anakin let out a soft puff of laughter, momentarily caught off-guard with how cute he looked.

 "What?" Obi-Wan asked.

 But before he could explain Obi-Wan grabbed his hips and turned him around, Anakin's hands braced against the wall. Obi-Wan kicked his feet apart roughly, spreading his legs, his ass pushed out. He gasped when Obi-Wan grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled, cock and ass exposed to the cold air of the room. They'd fucked earlier in the day, Anakin's hole still loose - still waiting to be filled. But still Obi-Wan took his time, showing a degree of self-control Anakin lacked. Anakin could hear him pull out a small container of lube from his pocket, the cap opening with a soft 'pop'. His cock jumped, precome leaking from the tip in an almost Pavlovian response to the sound.

 He spread his legs further, as far as they could go with the band of his jeans locked around his thighs. He moaned as Obi-Wan pressed two fingers inside, stroking his walls, stretching his already abused hole open - wider and wider still. Ducking his head he looked down at his cock as it jutted between his legs, hard and ready again. It twitched as Obi-Wan stroked his prostate, cock drooling eagerly as he was finger-fucked against the wall.

 But soon Obi-Wan's fingers left him and he looked over his shoulder to see Obi-Wan had started undressing, his usual composure abandoned as he fumbled with the band of his jeans and his boots, forgetting to remove his shoes before he took his pants off. Anakin decided against laughing at him again and instead busied himself with the same task, undressing fully. But just as Obi-Wan was about to take his jacket off Anakin stopped him, grip firm on his wrist.

 "Don't," he said when Obi-Wan gave him a confused look. "Keep it on. I want to feel it on my back when we fuck."

 Obi-Wan let out a growl, low and deep, that shot right into Anakin's groin. He shuddered as he was once again pushed up against the wall, Obi-Wan pressed in tight just like he'd been on the motorcycle, only this time Anakin could feel the supple leather and the press of the buckles and zippers against his skin, warmth mixed with cold, soft with hard.

 God it felt good.

 And Obi-Wan's cock inside him felt even better.

 He let out a low moan and tilted his head back, arching back into Obi-Wan as he stretched his entrance open with his length. Obi-Wan panted against his shoulder, breath hot and sticky as he gripped Anakin's hips with force, holding on to him as he steadied himself. Anakin squeezed down, earning himself a grunt and a harsher grip on his hips.

 "You want this to be over that quickly?" Obi-Wan asked, voice low and thick, a twinge of desperation to it.

 Anakin grinned and rolled his hips back, pressing his ass firmly against Obi-Wan's hips. "Y-You can take it."

 Obi-Wan pulled out and slammed back in, pace fast and brutal right off the bat. Anakin braced himself against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he was fucked into. Obi-Wan angled his hips, thrusting into Anakin more deeply, more pointedly, and Anakin lost his grip on the wall and fell forward, cheek and chest pressed against the cool surface, a contrast to the soft, warm leather of Obi-Wan's jacket against his back.

 "You alright?" Obi-Wan asked, movements faltering for a moment, hands less firm on his hips.

 "Yeah," Anakin mumbled. He looked over his shoulder at Obi-Wan. "Just lost my grip for a second."

 He pushed away from the wall, Obi-Wan backing up with him until his hands were once again planted firmly across the empty space. He locked his elbows and wiggled back, Obi-Wan entering him again. He resumed his previous ministrations only this time he went a little slower, Anakin both grateful and unhappy at the slower pace. But Obi-Wan seemed contented, little sounds breaking through the sounds of sex, eager and desperate and so fucking delicious.

 Obi-Wan's cock felt so good buried deep inside, thick and hot as it pulsed against his walls, entrance stretched with a satisfying ache. Anakin leaned his head back, toes curling, back arching as he was fucked into again and again, Obi-Wan's movements impressively steady despite the build-up Anakin knew he was feeling. But just as he was about to say something - goad Obi-Wan into an orgasm he maybe didn't want quite yet - Obi-Wan reached up and grabbed a fist-full of his hair and pulled.

 Anakin cried out, pleasure shooting through his system, little jolts of arousal mixed with pain sliding down his spine right to the base of his cock. And Obi-Wan did it again, pulling at his hair, twisting the roots until Anakin was almost crying with the sensation of it all. He reached down between his legs and began stroking himself, his touch not as good as Obi-Wan's but would have to do. All the while Obi-Wan continued to hold on to him, pulling his head back, his throat arched back in a delicate curve.

 Obi-Wan bit him then - right between his shoulders. Anakin flinched and pushed back, dragging Obi-Wan in deeper and deeper, still stroking his cock, trying to get off as the sensations overwhelmed him.

 All the while the jacket remained on, gliding across Anakin's back.

 "Anakin," poured from Obi-Wan's lips as he pushed all the way in and came, hips twitching against Anakin's ass as he spilled inside him. Anakin held Obi-Wan's weight as he collapsed against him, hands clutching his hips, bruising the already tender skin with the strength of his grip. He felt the ghost of Obi-Wan's blissed out smile against his shoulder, and he rolled his hips back, earning himself one last pulse deep within.

 Anakin had stilled his hand over his own length while Obi-Wan came, pushing aside his own pleasure in order to help Obi-Wan with his, but he was not surprised to feel Obi-Wan replacing his grip soon after he'd finished. His touch was tender - reverent almost - as he stroked Anakin, his softening cock still inside him, giving Anakin a satisfying pressure deep within. Gripping Obi-Wan's arm Anakin once again felt the leather under his grip, massaging the material as Obi-Wan's forearm flexed underneath.

 It didn't take long before Anakin had his second orgasm, this one a little lighter - a little gentler - as he was coaxed into finishing. He splattered across Obi-Wan's hand and the wall, body tingling, head swimming as he leaned forward, enjoying the sensation of hot and cold, soft and hard, eager and satisfied.

 When they were both done Obi-Wan pulled out, Anakin's thighs sticky with spend seed, sweat, and lube. He grinned, pleased with the feel of it - the knowledge that this was all Obi-Wan's doing. Turning around he slumped up against the wall and was confronted with Obi-Wan as he quickly shed his jacket. His face was red, sweat stains across his t-shirt. He shed that too and then collapsed on to the floor, chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling.

 Anakin tip-toed over to Obi-Wan and peered down at him. "You alright?"

 Obi-Wan smiled tightly. "Oh fine. Fine," he said, running a hand through his hair, pushing the sweaty locks away from his equally sweaty forehead.

 "You sure?"

 "Yes, quite. It's just those jackets are rather warm. Surprisingly so."

 "Yeah, they're made of leather."

 Obi-Wan huffed. He looked a little like he was about to die.

 "Are you sure you're okay?"

 Obi-Wan seemed to hesitate before shrugging. "I would appreciate a glass of water. And perhaps a fan. And if you could open the door to let a breeze in."

 "The neighbours could look in and see you naked on the floor."

 "Let them. Maybe it will teach them to be less snoopy."

 Anakin laughed and knelt down to kiss Obi-Wan. "How about I run you a cold bath?"

 "That would do as well."

 "And maybe a pint of ice cream."

 "Now we're just getting carried away."

Chapter Text

 Obi-Wan felt as if his eyes were going to bleed out of his skull.

 He'd been stuck in a meeting all day, sat in front of his computer while fellow faculty members read their reports. Things had proceeded at great pace at the start, Windu keeping things moving along while the younger members on the board read their reports with confidence and a knack for brevity. But after the mid-morning break things started to fall apart. Adi-Mundi couldn't get his microphone to work and decided to re-type his report into the chat box, Tiin forgot his reports in his car and had to recite from memory, and Sinube ended up falling asleep, resulting in lots of shouting over the microphones to wake him up.

 Obi-Wan really didn't blame Sinube for that one.

 His late lunch was spent still sat at his desk listening to Fisto go through his report at breakneck speed in some desperate attempt to get the meeting over and done with at some reasonable time. But it was all for naught when head of the department, Professor Yoda, began his yearly report with a series of stories that had nothing to do with the university, but were rather a bunch of morality tales that he thought were useful.

 Mid-afternoon Obi-Wan heard Anakin arrive home, doors slamming and things being shuffled around in the kitchen, the occasional cupboard door swinging back harshly on its hinges. He glanced at the clock, noting that Anakin had come home the usual time and it was the meeting that had gone on far too long.

 "--and it was the turtle, not the hare, that succeeded."

 "That's a... very inspiring story, Professor Yoda."

 "Thank you, Professor Windu."

 "But perhaps we could go back to discussing the scholarship proposals from our graduate students?"

 "Ah yes, yes. Scholarships. Very good."

 Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh and rested his forehead against his desk.

 The meeting finally ended an hour and a half after it was originally scheduled to. By the time Obi-Wan left his office the sun was low in the sky, shadows long and drawn across the walls and floors of the house. Obi-Wan felt like he'd just been trapped inside a musty old box for a century, covered in cobwebs and with an overwhelming need to piss. He'd drank six cups of tea, using the time it took to prepare a cup as an excuse to take multiple breaks throughout the day.

 When he passed the living room on his way to the bathroom he could hear the television blasting away, an assortment of explosive sounds going off in the background while men with laser swords battled each other in front of a volcano. He could just make out the top of Anakin's head, messy curls peeking out from the edge of the couch as he lounged, seemingly enraptured by whatever drivel he was watching, paying Obi-Wan no mind as he walked by.

 Once he was finished washing off the stale stench of faculty meeting Obi-Wan headed back to the living room.

 "Anakin, I am not in the mood to cook anything tonight; how about we get some take-away and--"

 He stopped mid-step. Lying on the couch was Anakin, long limbs spread out across the expanse of cushions and blankets, one arm across his stomach and the other draped artfully above his head. He was completely naked, save for his smart watch and a black crop-top hoodie he'd bought on a dare after Ahsoka said he'd never be able to pull it off.

 Well he pulled it off alright. Perhaps a little too well.

 It wasn't as if Obi-Wan hadn't seen the shirt before, nor had he never seen Anakin's naked body. In fact, it was more common to see Anakin in some state of undress when they were home than it was to see him fully dressed. It was just in that moment he looked so effortlessly graceful and elegant as he lounged on the couch - almost as if he belonged in an oil painting, beautiful body spread out on a leopard rug as he ate grapes while nymphs danced around, cypress trees dappling his bronze skin as the sun's rays shone down on him. Obi-Wan wanted to sink into him, wrap his arms around his strong body and press his nose against his neck, breath in his scent, and fuck him so hard into the couch that he'd leave a permanent imprint in the cushions.

 "Get take-away and what?" Anakin asked, one brow raised.

 Kiss until all we can taste is each other. Suck each others' cocks until we're sated and full. Fuck until we can't feel our legs and you're begging for more.

  Obi-Wan didn't answer Anakin and instead collapsed on top of him, pressing him into the cushions. He ducked his head into the crook of Anakin's neck, nuzzling past the deep folds of fabric of his hoodie to kiss and lick the expanse of skin available to him. Anakin let out a soft sound and wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan, rubbing his back in slow, steady movements.

  "Rough day?" 

 "It was endless."

 Just like the expanse of your soft skin and my love for you.

 Anakin shifted and Obi-Wan heard the television shut off. They were blanketed in silence, the room thick with anticipation.

 "Want to talk about it?" Anakin asked, voice impossibly soft.

 "Not particularly," Obi-Wan said. He was still kissing along Anakin's neck, following the tense lines of muscles up to his ear. He grasped his lobe between his teeth, nibbling gently.

 "Alright," Anakin said. He spread his legs and tilted his head to the side, offering himself up to Obi-Wan.

 Obi-Wan kept it slow, eyes closed as he trailed his lips along Anakin's jaw, licking a stripe from corner to chin before coming up to capture Anakin's lips in a kiss. He didn't taste like grapes or wine but rather coffee - black and acidic. But Obi-Wan didn't mind and instead deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into rub against Anakin's, Anakin moaning softly into the embrace. All the while Anakin massaged Obi-Wan's back, bunching up the fabric of his shirt, pulling at the hem until Obi-Wan had no choice but to break the kiss.

 He sat up and grabbed the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and off before tossing it across the way. Anakin lay out before Obi-Wan, crop top showing off the expanse of his stomach, muscles flexing, trembling as he breathed in deeply, lips already swollen and shiny with spit. How he could look so casual, so effortlessly beautiful, when Obi-Wan felt like he was falling apart was something Obi-Wan could never explain.

 It was magic. It had to be.

 Anakin reached up and grabbed Obi-Wan's pecks, kneading the muscles, rubbing his hands against the soft hairs that ran across the expanse of his chest. Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip and sighed as Anakin rubbed his nipples between his thumbs and fingers, hardening them with each swipe. He looked down at Anakin and was gifted with a cheeky smile.

 "Darling..." he whispered, sighing again as Anakin sat up and took one of his nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently. He cupped the back of Anakin's head, holding him close, tangling his fingers in his curls as Anakin continued to lave his nipple with attention, tongue rubbing the sensitive nub before sucking again. When he lifted his head he kissed along Obi-Wan's sternum, giving his other nipple the same care and attention.

 Anakin playfully nipped at it and Obi-Wan tugged at his hair, Anakin moaning at the sharp sensation.

 Sitting back Obi-Wan cupped Anakin's cheek and pulled him up for a kiss, Anakin's lips soft and warm beneath his own. Tilting his head to the side he deepened their embrace, grinding down to meet Anakin's desperate thrusts upward. His cock was pressing against the front of his trousers, insistent and needy, but he ignored it in favour of enjoying the sweet taste of Anakin beneath him, the push and pull of his body, the way he mewled into the kiss.

 Obi-Wan needed more; would always need more when it came to Anakin. It was never enough - he could swallow him whole, make him a part of him, and it still wouldn't be enough. Breaking away from the kiss he slipped off of Anakin's lap and knelt on the floor next to the couch. He tugged Anakin's hips towards the edge, Anakin moving easily without the need for verbal instruction. He draped his legs on either side of Obi-Wan, spreading them, the full expanse of himself on display.

 "You're a vision," Obi-Wan said, running his hands up Anakin's stomach and underneath his crop top, feeling the muscles of his pecks, the softness of his skin, and the heavy beat of his heart beneath his palms.

 Anakin didn't say anything, simply looked down at Obi-Wan with such need that Obi-Wan almost came right then and there, desire coiled in his groin like a spring just waiting to be released. But he held on and instead applied hot, open mouthed kisses to his inner thighs. He'd marked Anakin earlier in the week, perfect skin marred by healing bruises, and he kissed them with affection before biting down and sucking a new mark right where hip met groin.

 "Obi-Wan."

 He looked up at Anakin, locking eyes with hazy blue framed by thick, golden lashes. His cheeks were pink, lips parted and brows drawn in tight. He didn't say anything but reached down to grasp the base of his cock, red and throbbing, the head covered in precome. Anakin positioned his cock against Obi-Wan's lips and Obi-Wan opened his mouth, allowing Anakin to slip inside.

 He moaned softly as the taste of Anakin spread across the flat of his tongue, another pearl of precome beading up, spilling out on to his pallet. He let the head of his cock rest on his tongue, suckling the tip, enjoying the feel of it as it lay heavy and soft. Anakin hooked one leg around Obi-Wan's shoulders, heel pressing into his back, dragging him in closer. Obi-Wan remained where he was, however, resisting the urge to sink further down despite Anakin's desperate little hitches of breath and the way he rolled his hips upward, trying to get more.

 Obi-Wan had been through it today - he was going to enjoy his treat.

 His own cock was pressing uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers but he ignored it, concentrating on Anakin and his pleasure. Lifting his head Obi-Wan watched a strand of spit as it hung between them, keeping them connected as he caught his breath. Ignoring Anakin's please for more he instead dragged his mouth along the side of Anakin's length, velvety soft skin sliding along his lips and tongue. He ducked even lower, sucking the base of Anakin's cock before rubbing his bearded chin against his balls, Anakin jumped slightly at the contact.

 He chanced a glance back up at Anakin as he sucked one of his balls into his mouth, laving it with attention before going to the other, giving it the same treatment. Anakin's chest was heaving, stomach muscles quivering, bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. He was pulling at his own hair, fingers tangled in his curls, a desperate, wild look to his eyes as he stared down at Obi-Wan.

 Obi-Wan couldn't resist any longer.

 He lifted his head and took Anakin's length all the way in - from tip to root. Anakin let out a sharp cry, hips jerking forward, hands scrambling across the back of Obi-Wan's head. Obi-Wan chocked slightly, throat closing as Anakin pushed into him, but he willed himself to relax, holding Anakin still with steady hands on his hips. Anakin's legs were shaking next to his head and he moaned around Anakin's cock as he closed them, thighs pressing against the side of his face, keeping him locked in place.

 He held for as long as he could - until his chest was about to burst and tears sprung up in the corners of his eyes - before he had to lift his head. Anakin's cock fell out of his mouth with a wet pop, the length of it dropping back on to Anakin's belly, streaks of spit and precome spreading out across the soft stretch of hair that ran from naval to groin. Anakin's legs were still hooked over Obi-Wan's shoulders, thighs hot against his cheeks.

 They'd worked so hard for this - this low, easy pace, hours spent drawing orgasms out from one another. When they'd first began their relationship Anakin had a quick trigger, coming at the gentlest of pressure or the fastest of thrusts. But now he could withstand Obi-Wan's almost tortuously slow pace, body eager and willing and pliable for hours. Just for Obi-Wan. All for Obi-Wan.

 But tonight was not the night for drawn out pleasures. He'd been patient all day.

 "I'll be back in a moment," Obi-Wan said, standing.

 "Lube?" Anakin asked.

 "Unless you'd rather..."

 Anakin shook his head and settled further into the couch.

 Obi-Wan hurried to the bedroom, undressing the rest of the way as he did so. Grabbing the base of his cock to stop it from bobbing between his legs uncomfortable he opened the side table drawer and pulled out one of their many bottles of lube, forgoing the disgusting strawberry flavoured one Anakin insisted on trying (and then immediately regretted) and instead choosing their tried and true brand. 

 When he returned he found Anakin playing with himself, hand wrapped around his cock, slick with Obi-Wan's spit and precome. His other hand was between his legs, fingers glistening with his own spit as he played with his hole. He grinned at Obi-Wan when he saw him.

 Obi-Wan tossed him the bottle of lube and Anakin caught it just before it landed on his chest. He quirked a brow and wiggled his hips.

 "Not going to help?" he asked.

 Obi-Wan settled between Anakin's legs, hands sliding along his thighs, petting him. "No. You started the job, you should finish it."

 Anakin let out a huff and glared, opening the top cap with more flourish than was probably required. Obi-Wan simply smiled back. Slicking his fingers up Anakin coated three digits thoroughly before slipping his hand between his legs, shifting his hips a little so Obi-Wan could see what he was doing. He circled his entrance, pink hole twitching with anticipation before he pressed two of his fingers through the tight rim with a loud moan.

 Anakin stretched his hole with care, muscles eagerly clamping down around his fingers, legs spreading as he ground down on his hand. Obi-Wan watched the performance, his own cock thick and heavy bobbing between his legs.

 "Add a third," Obi-Wan said, voice tight.

 Anakin did as instructed, groaning as he arched off the couch and pushed down further on to his hands, riding his fingers with abandon. Obi-Wan began stroking himself, desperate for some relief as he watched Anakin fuck himself with his fingers - skin covered in sweat, curls clinging to the side of his neck as he strained. Anakin curled his fingers and let out a shout as he found his prostate, wrist flexing as he rubbed and stroked the spot quickly and without much finesse. His free hand scrambled to find Obi-Wan's, Obi-Wan reaching out to tangle their fingers together while Anakin kept touching himself, stroking his prostate before pistoning his fingers in and out, a pitiful moan slipping past kiss bruised lips as he writhed on the couch.

 Obi-Wan's eyes roamed all over Anakin's form, soaking in the sights and sounds, his own cock hot and painful between his legs. He stopped touching himself, fearful he'd come too soon. But it was hard not to when Anakin was looking at him as if to say: This is for you. Everything I do, everything I am, is all for you.

 "Remove your hand," Obi-Wan commanded. Anakin pulled his fingers out, whimpering as he dragged them from his body. Obi-Wan wasted no time in replacing the pressure, pushing his fingers against Anakin's hole as he fell forward, crushing his body against Anakin's. Anakin let out a groan, one that Obi-Wan swallowed with a kiss as he rutted up against him.

 "You're impossible," Obi-Wan said between kisses, hands roaming all over Anakin's form, sweat slick skin impossibly hot against his hands.

 "Y-You wanted me to tease you," Anakin said when they broke apart. Obi-Wan blew a raspberry against Anakin's neck in retaliation, and Anakin let out a shriek of laughter.

 Something switched then - a merriment breaking through the haze of lust and desire that had coated them before. Anakin's laughter infectious and Obi-Wan couldn't help but chuckle against his neck. Anakin retaliated by grabbing his sides and pinching, tickling Obi-Wan until he let his guard down. That was when Anakin struck, his grip more fierce as they started to wrestle on the couch. There was a short fight for dominance, Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan's wrists, hips bucking upward as he tried to throw Obi-Wan off. But Obi-Wan persisted, using his beard to tickle Anakin's neck and cheek, keeping him pressed down into the couch until--

 "Obi-Wan."

 Obi-Wan stilled and looked down at Anakin. Had he hurt him by accident? Was he uncomfortable? What had happened?

 His cheeks were flush from arousal and mirth, eyes sparkling, curls soaked and pressed against the sides of his head and neck. God, Obi-Wan loved him.

 "What?" he asked, leaning closer to hear what Anakin had to say.

 Anakin moved in a flash. He wrapped his legs around Obi-Wan's waist and tightened his grip on his wrists, pushing Obi-Wan back until he was falling toward the couch, a surprised yelp caught in his throat as Anakin switched their positions in one graceful move. Obi-Wan stared up at Anakin, dazed and more than a little confused by what had just happened.

 "You should know never to let your guard down around me," Anakin practically purred as he hovered above Obi-Wan.

 "You cheated," Obi-Wan said, glaring up at Anakin.

 Anakin smirked. "Classic technique - accuse the winner of cheating when he just played the game better."

 "Oh really now?"

 Anakin ground down on Obi-Wan's cock. They moaned in unison. "Really now," Anakin whispered.

 "W-we're going to have to have a rematch," Obi-Wan said, groaning as Anakin reached behind him to fondle his length, coating him in lube.

 "Sure." Anakin sat up slightly before he sunk back down, taking Obi-Wan's cock with ease. "But you're still gonna lose."

 Any retort Obi-Wan had planned went out the window as soon as Anakin settled. His walls were tight and wet around his cock, body heavy as he rested on Obi-Wan, legs warm against his hips. Obi-Wan pet Anakin's thighs as he adjusted, soothing the tremble in his body with steady hands. Anakin leaned forward, hands on Obi-Wan's chest, Obi-Wan almost coming undone when Anakin locked eyes with him and squeezed.

 "A-Anakin," Obi-Wan gasped. He sounded so desperate even to his own ears, but it was hard to maintain any semblance of poise when Anakin started grinding his hips down, shoving Obi-Wan's cock even further inside, holding him.

 "Yes?" Anakin asked, pretty pink lips pulled up into a smile.

 He grabbed Anakin's hips and held on to them, digging his fingers into the muscles as he pulled out a fraction. "I wouldn't call this losing." He dug his heels into the cushions and thrust upward.

 Anakin let out a loud moan, head tossed back as he ground down to meet Obi-Wan's hips. They started moving together then, Obi-Wan thrusting upward while Anakin slammed down, one hand braced on the back of the couch while the other squeezed down on Obi-Wan's knee.

 "H-How about a t-tie then?" Anakin asked.

 "I suppose."

 Anakin's eyes flashed, annoyance burning like embers. "Y-You suppose? I'm giving you the d-deal here. I won, you lost, but I'm willing to concede to a tie because--"

 All further argument went out the window when Obi-Wan angled his hips and found Anakin's prostate. Anakin gasped, head tossing back again as he ground into the sensation. His stomach muscles were trembling, breathing laboured as he bounced along on Obi-Wan's cock, sinking himself down before pulling up. Obi-Wan watched his cock appear and then disappear between Anakin's legs with rapt attention, whimpering softly.

 Obi-Wan wasn't going to last much longer. Anakin felt so good and looked so good, cock bouncing between his legs, muscular thighs flexing with each squat, exposed flesh covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he fucked himself on Obi-Wan's length. He was tight, squeezing down and relaxing at just the right moments, pulling on Obi-Wan's cock in the most delicious way. Obi-Wan reached between Anakin's legs and started stroking him, tugging at his cock and balls, wanting to get Anakin off before he--

 Anakin opened his eyes and stared at Obi-Wan, all fire and passion, desire and need. Obi-Wan came silently, completely unable to make a noise, feeling like all the air had been taken out of him as he bore the weight of Anakin's stare. His cock pulsed, thick come filling Anakin as he spilled into him, hands unsteady on Anakin's length as he shuddered beneath.

 Once he was done he relaxed back on the couch, Anakin still moving on his lap. Obi-Wan's softening cock remained inside Anakin, keeping him filled and satisfied as Anakin ground back, hips rolling in desperate little circles as he chased after his own pleasure. Obi-Wan started stroking Anakin again, collecting the precome from the head before sliding it down the length, coaxing as much pleasure from him as he could.

 "There's a good boy..." he cooed as Anakin finally came, head ducked, soft whimpers slipping past his lips as he shot come all over Obi-Wan's stomach and hand. He collapsed forward and Obi-Wan took him into his arms, petting his back, feeling him tremble as he rode out the last of his pleasure.

 They remained pressed in tight for some time, Obi-Wan staring up at the ceiling as he ran his clean hand through Anakin's sweat soaked curls. 

 The sun had set, the living room dimly lit by a lamp in the furthest corner. Obi-Wan basked in the simplicity of the moment, taking care to appreciate how his limbs felt like honey and his mind was a gentle buzz of nothing but 'Anakin'.

 Eventually Anakin sat up, disentangling the two of them with a heavy groan. He sat down on the chair next to the couch, long legs spread out, seed and lube and sweat glistening between them. Obi-Wan felt a flicker of arousal at the sight, his lust for Anakin never fully sated. He was tempted to go back for seconds - slip between Anakin's legs and clean him with his tongue - when Anakin groaned loudly and pouted.

 "What?" Obi-Wan asked, remaining spread out on the couch. He was hot now. And sticky.

 "I got come all over my sweater," Anakin said, pointing to a splodge of milky white come smack dab in the middle of the dark material.

 "You should clean it," he said, yawning.

 "Or keep it as a memento of our love."

 Sometimes Obi-Wan wasn't sure if Anakin was joking or being entirely serious. Sometimes he wondered if even Anakin knew.

 "Or you could just wash it," he said, sitting up. He collected his clothes and held his hand out for Anakin's crop top.

 Anakin took it off, curls a wild mess above his head from the static, and passed it to Obi-Wan.

 Half-way back from the laundry room he heard Anakin call.

 "What do you want for dinner?"

 He rounded the corner to find Anakin still spread out on the chair, mobile in hand, a brow quirked in curiosity.

 "How about sushi," he suggested as he approached Anakin. He reached out to pet his hair, tangling them in his messy curls, rubbing the base of his skull.

 Anakin hummed, eyes closing, grip relaxing around the phone. "Sushi sounds nice." He looked up at Obi-Wan. "And then my ass for dessert."

 Obi-Wan smirked and dropped down on to his knees, resting between Anakin's legs. He looked down to see come still dribbling out from his hole and on to the fabric of the chair. Pushing away thoughts of having to get the chair and couch cleaned, Obi-Wan looked back up at Anakin.

 "How about dessert first?"