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Prompt: Masturbation
Obi-wan thrusts up into his fist as he recalls what happened the last time his beloved came back from work. The memories of Cody in ecstasy, moaning his pretty heart out as he took his cock, mewling and clawing at the sheets as he was pounded into the mattress, whimpers from overstimulation and gasps from Obi-wan's praise. He grips his cock harder, remembering how Cody's hole seemed to swallow his dick, tightening as he came. Skin so soft and sweet, like warm honey on his tongue as he licked up his neck.
If he is allowed to, Obi-wan would eat him whole. Consuming him until Cody becomes a part of him.
He settled for biting and marking up his boy instead, content with the squeaks and the adorable flush on his cheeks when Cody realised that everyone would be able to see the marks.
Obi-wan doesn't mind it.
He would keep him bitten and bruised if it means that everyone would know Cody belongs to his Emperor. It doesn't matter if it be the staff in the building, the admirals and generals that serve him, or the general public.
He comes to the very reminder that Cody is his. His to do as he pleased, his to pleasure, his to love and cherish and pamper. Maybe he should put a collar on him as well, if the marks fade before he can renew them.
Suddenly his door knocks. "Milord, the Emperor Consort has returned".
Obi-wan licks his lips. He can't wait for round 2.