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Considering that the ceilings were fifty feet high and the walls and flooring were built with cool, black stone, the Emperor’s domed throne room was surprisingly warm.
Heavy crimson curtains were draped along the wide transparisteel windows along a side wall, currently pulled half-open to let in the midmorning light. A long, crimson runner split the audience in two and led to a gold-trimmed entrance, which matched the gold-embossed dome high above as well as the centerpiece of the room: a massive gold throne with black velvet cushioning atop a raised dais. The audience rows themselves boasted white lothcow leather sofas and chairs, all accompanied by matching cushions set beside them on the floor. For all its grandeur, the room was unexpectedly welcoming; the warmth was designed to allow attendees to dress as scantily as they, or their Dominants, wished. The room was a demonstration of not just opulence, but comfort: each chair, deep and plush, and each sofa, laden with silky black throw pillows. Only the best for those in Emperor Kenobi’s court.
The grand chamber was entirely full today, some excited attendees having been turned away at the door. Rumor had it that Emperor Kenobi was finally putting his submissive on display for the first time since the boy’s transformation . Everyone was eager to see the famed ex-Dominant, ex-Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker on his knees for the Sith.
When the Emperor strode in through a large door beyond the throne’s dais, a hush immediately fell over the crowd, and the Dominants in the audience rose from their chairs before dropping to their knees in supplication, the only time they would ever kneel alongside their submissives.
Obi-Wan stood beside the throne, clad in a black cloak with gold metallic detailing. His face was almost clean-shaven with just a touch of scruff, and his dark ginger hair flowed back, accentuating his sharp cheekbones. An attendant scurried over to help the Emperor remove his cloak and adjust to the heat of the room. Underneath, Obi-Wan had opted for a sleeveless, fitted tunic that exposed his toned physique. Gripping the arms of the black velveted throne, tattooed biceps rippled as he lowered himself to sit, and he surveyed the room with glittering gold eyes.
“Welcome,” he announced in an authoritative tone that echoed throughout the massive space. He lifted his arms, inviting the Dominants to rise and take their seats once more.
Obi-Wan paused as he registered the size of the crowd as they shifted. In the first row, he saw the familiar faces of Lady Amidala and Knight Tano, both in plush chairs with their submissives kneeling obediently on their cushions. He knew that Lady Amidala had multiple submissives, but it appeared she had only brought one with her to court today - one of the more busty, curvy women. Beyond them, he recognized a few more faces, but there was a shocking number of people in attendance that he could not place.
It seemed that rumors must have slipped from palace staff; that was the only explanation for such a sight. It was a shame… he didn’t want his darling to be overwhelmed by the crowd for his claiming. Obi-Wan made a mental note to question his staff and punish whoever let the rumor slip. They didn’t need this kind of attention. Not today.
“Surely this turnout for a routine day in court is excessive,” his accented voice declared. “If you are here in anticipation of anything special, take your leave.” His voice was commanding, but not aggressive.
Silence pulsed loudly in the domed room. No one moved.
“Alright,” the Emperor said slowly, annoyed but resigned. He couldn’t blame anyone for wanting a glimpse of his submissive. Anakin was, after all, a vision to behold. His boy would just have to deal with the additional scrutiny… he hoped Anakin could handle it. Obi-Wan had confidence in him, but was worried nonetheless.
The Emperor turned to nod at his drab attendant. “Begin.”
An hour into a normal day’s proceedings resulted in the crowd thinning slightly. It seemed some were, in fact, only present to see something ‘special,’ and once it appeared as though the day was nothing out of the ordinary, they had chosen to take their leave. Good riddance to them.
Of course, any Force-sensitives in the audience would have picked up on the Emperor’s anticipation, which throbbed like a beacon in the Force.
After the hazy blue form of the most recent governor requesting assistance via holocall blipped away, Obi-Wan took another look over the audience. There were still enough spectators in the crowd for the room to feel full, but not entirely overwhelming. It was perfect.
He turned to his attendant who was waiting for his signal to contact the next governor. “Bring me my submissive,” he ordered discreetly. The attendant nodded and spoke into their wristcomm.
A tense minute passed as whispers erupted amongst the onlookers at the change in routine. When the tall door behind the dais opened once more, the room buzzed excitedly as the near-nude form of Anakin Skywalker crawled forward, led by a corseted Twi’lek handler holding a gold leash and a large, silky black pillow. When the handler reached the throne, she knelt and proffered the leash with her body fully on display.
But Obi-Wan’s eyes were all for his darling submissive. Anakin was dressed in a translucent white silk harness with flowing fabric down the sides. Obi-Wan couldn’t quite see between his legs from this angle, but he knew his solid gold cock cage was tucked between his legs along with a matching plug between his cheeks - right where he had left them earlier that morning. The submissive’s light brown, curly hair fell angelically to tanned, strong shoulders. His boy was simply stunning, and the onlookers agreed if their excited murmurs were anything to go by.
Taking a moment to soak in the court’s reaction to his lovely pet, Obi-Wan observed with pride that every single eye was now fixated pointedly on Anakin - appreciating his gorgeous white silks, his graceful movements, his almost feminine frame.
While scanning the crowd, Obi-Wan’s gaze landed on a face he hadn’t seen in quite some time. Quinlan Vos, on his first ever visit to the Emperor’s court, was seated toward the rear of the chamber with a handsome submissive collared and leashed at his feet. Quinlan’s mouth was hanging open in shock - surely at the sight of Anakin’s change in appearance and temperament - and when he realized his former friend was watching him, he gave a small, almost respectful nod. Obi-Wan nodded stiffly back.
But he had very important business to attend to. He turned back to his perfectly groomed submissive and took the leash, gesturing dismissively to the handler. She quickly set up the pillow in front of the throne before shuffling back to the door, which closed behind her with a resounding thud.
“There’s my good little pet,” Obi-Wan praised in a quiet voice intended only for his submissive’s ears. He pulled gently on the leash to direct the boy forward to the cushion.
Anakin allowed himself a quick glance up at the room from beneath long eyelashes. In that flash of a second, he saw a sea of Dominants sitting proudly in their plush seats peering at him eagerly. Now a submissive, he couldn’t help but notice just how many of them were kneeling patiently by their Dominants’ sides.
Yes, it was true that he had once been a Dominant himself. But that Anakin was very different. When his former Jedi Master chose Anakin to be his submissive at his coronation… well, needless to say, he resisted at first. Of course he resisted. But some part of him knew it was right; he’d felt the rightness of it thrumming electrically in the Force, even though he had tried to ignore it. When he finally came around to the idea of serving his Master in this way, of giving into what the Force so clearly wanted for him and his future, it felt more natural than anything before.
Anakin crawled carefully to the cushion and immediately turned his back to the audience, his full attention dedicated to his Dominant in front of him. Kneeling primly on the soft fabric, Anakin gazed up into his Master’s golden eyes which sparkled down at him lovingly.
“Will you be good for me, darling?” Obi-Wan whispered, putting a finger to Anakin’s lips.
Anakin immediately sucked on the digit, laving his tongue under and around it, before pulling back slightly. “Yes, Master,” he breathed reverently.
Obi-Wan could feel his submissive’s arousal in the Force, and it took him by pleasant surprise. He had expected Anakin to feel shy and timid in front of an audience, but instead, the boy’s aura simmered with lust, need, and a delicious hint of possession. Anakin’s longing was brushing against Obi-Wan in the Force like sultry caresses against his skin, and he reveled in it. He was the one to make Anakin feel this way. He had claimed this beautiful boy not just in title, but in soul as well. Obi-Wan nearly chuckled to himself; perhaps Anakin wasn’t the only one feeling possessive.
His chain of thought was interrupted by a soft mewl coming from his submissive’s mouth.
“Oh, my sweet boy. You want me to claim you, don’t you?” Obi-Wan asked rhetorically as he brushed a hand through his pet’s hair. He would fuck him regardless, but the desire rolling off the submissive in waves was positively exquisite.
Anakin leaned into the movement, rolling his head along with Obi-Wan’s hand. “Please, Master,” he said coyly, but obediently.
Obi-Wan grinned. “I will, dear. But we have matters of importance to attend to first. Are you ready to warm me?”
Anakin nodded avidly, a pink flush dusting his ears at the casual request for something so lewd.
“Good boy.”
Obi-Wan unbuckled his belt as he afforded one more glance at the witnesses in front of him, all of whom were paying rapt attention, before pulling his half-hard cock from his pants. Anakin dutifully took the thick length in hand and licked it from base to tip and all around to get it wet. With a contented sigh, the boy then took it fully into his mouth, letting his cheek fall to rest on Obi-Wan’s thigh.
The Emperor patted his submissive’s hair gently. “I know you like to suckle on my cock, baby. You may do so, but not too much. Do you understand?”
Anakin nodded against him. His dear boy was slipping into a submissive headspace so easily, and they had barely begun. How Anakin Skywalker had ever been a Dominant, Obi-Wan simply did not understand. To him, his padawan had always exhibited an undercurrent of submission, and now he was being proven correct. This was Anakin’s rightful place: kneeling in front of him in reverent worship, mouth stuffed full with Obi-Wan’s cock.
Obi-Wan threaded his hands in Anakin’s hair fondly. “Be good, and I’ll reward you, dearest. I know you want me to take you right here… in front of everyone.”
A delicate blush colored Anakin’s cheeks, and Obi-Wan combed patient fingers through his soft curls. “Soon, baby.”
Though it was difficult to do so, Obi-Wan managed to tear his eyes away from his lovely pet. He still held the leash in his hand, which served as a useful tool to tug on gently, should he need to direct Anakin during his all-important task of warming the Emperor’s cock.
Obi-Wan finally looked up at his attendant and nodded. “Bring up the next.”
When the blinking blue image of some insignificant mid-rim governor appeared before him, he saw that there were some subtle movements in the audience beyond. Of course there would be; court etiquette dictated that the audience of Dominants must not touch their submissives - and vice versa - until and unless the Emperor did so.
The governor did a brief double take at the image of a submissive with his mouth stuffed full at the Emperor’s feet. After only a moment’s hesitation did she begin her update, and Obi-Wan listened idly, his attention much more drawn to Anakin’s warm mouth around his length. He was also vaguely aware of the shifting of the other submissives in the audience chamber, which was strange to see after so many years of chaste court sessions.
Since his coronation, Obi-Wan had never taken a submissive into court before. He had known from the beginning that Anakin was the only one he wanted, the only one he needed, and the boy had not been ready for presentation until now.
He wondered briefly if the Dominants of his court had been desperately waiting for this moment to show off their submissives for years. He noticed with an inward grin that Lady Amidala’s legs were wide open with her skirts parted, her lithe submissive eagerly eating her out already.
The holocall dragged on as they always did, and Anakin did a fine job of keeping Obi-Wan’s mood in check. It was much easier to tolerate the incessant droning of entitled governors when your cock was being attended to by a beautiful creature, after all. Only once did Obi-Wan find his own eyes drifting down, distracted by the glint of his pet’s shiny gold collar as the muscles in Anakin’s neck shifted when he swallowed.
After the holocall ended, Obi-Wan heard a series of suppressed moans ripple throughout the chamber. Observing his audience, he saw a few Dominants, Lady Amidala included, spasming in pleasure as their submissives brought them to orgasm.
Obi-Wan’s arousal heightened, and he took a deep breath, before motioning to the attendant to begin the next call.
He had to deliberately focus on the words of the next governor as he felt Anakin begin to suckle on his cock. It was a delicate sensation, like a boy sucking his thumb as he fell asleep. Anakin’s headspace was fully under now, Obi-Wan could sense it in the Force, and he was sure the gentle, repetitive movement was unconscious.
Obi-Wan pet the boy’s hair softly, aware that his cock was growing to full hardness inside his submissive’s mouth. Not wanting his blissed out pet to gag, he gently tugged Anakin back a bit using the leash, so that he no longer held Obi-Wan’s full length in his mouth. Anakin sighed comfortably and nestled his head into Obi-Wan’s thigh once more. Satisfied that his submissive was well taken care of, Obi-Wan brought his attention back to the governor.
“One moment, governor - I will need you to repeat that last point.”
Once the call ended, Obi-Wan gazed down at his submissive, whose eyes were glassy and unfocused as drool dripped steadily from his mouth. Obi-Wan’s cock twitched, and he knew it was time.
Time to claim his beautiful submissive in front of his court.
The Emperor slowly pulled his pet back, fully removing his needy boy from his cock. “Anakin, darling. Would you like your reward for being such a good pet for me?”
Anakin just peered at him sleepily.
For a moment, Obi-Wan worried that he was too far under to respond, but then his pet gave a small nod and a slight, hazy smile.
“Alright, baby. I’ll fuck you nice and slow at first. Does that sound good?”
Anakin tried to speak, but his voice came out a croak. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Yes, Master.”
“There’s my good boy. Sit back for me, now.”
Anakin sat back, and Obi-Wan carefully reached down and unfastened the cage around his pet’s pretty cock. He then stood and tugged on the leash, and Anakin rushed to stand as well, swaying slightly as his legs regained circulation after kneeling for so long. Obi-Wan positioned him with a guiding hand over the arm of the throne so that his profile faced their audience, tying the end of the leash to one of the ornate golden columns beside it.
Another wave of whispers and interest thrummed through the onlookers. It was one thing to have your cock warmed by a submissive while holding court, but another thing entirely to fuck one against the throne itself. The more salacious emperors would, of course, be serviced by many submissives at once, and would fuck in, around, and on their throne as much as they pleased… However, the more reserved emperors - which Obi-Wan had proven to be - tended to save such acts for special occasions, even seeing them as sacred.
This was truly a claiming, then - a proclamation to the galaxy that this submissive was unequivocally his and his alone.
When Anakin bent over the throne’s arm, he instinctually pushed his ass backwards into his Master’s firm grip. Obi-Wan made sure to stand to the side when he pried Anakin’s cheeks apart at an angle and carefully removed the large golden plug, which left his submissive’s hole gaping and shimmering with lube for the entire room to see.
“Beautiful…” the Emperor muttered as he stroked his own cock to full hardness. Then he nodded to the attendant once more.
In the few moments it took to bring up the final caller in front of the throne, Obi-Wan slowly pushed his way inside Anakin’s tight, wet entrance. The moan that was drawn from his pet echoed through the vast room as the blue holoform of Governor Organa appeared before them.
“Emperor Kenobi, I-” Bail stopped short, taking in the image of his Emperor languidly pumping his hips into a golden-skinned human male, one who looked a bit… familiar. Yes, it was indeed Skywalker, wasn’t it? With a chuckle, Bail continued, “My apologies, your Excellency. If I had known you would be enjoying a submissive in court today I would have made sure mine was present, too.”
Obi-Wan grinned amicably as he slowly picked up speed, most of his attention focused on fucking his boy. Kriff, Anakin was so good for him, immediately pushing back against his cock as Obi-Wan held his upper arms like handles as he drove into him roughly. “No need. Carry on, Bail,” he instructed gruffly, listening to the slapping of skin against skin as he slammed into his pet’s warm, tight hole.
“Certainly.” The blue figure collected himself, suddenly all business. “It’s a fairly routine update, your Excellency. The Alderaan sector is holding strong against the rebel assault on the outer-edges. The core system has had no disruptions.”
“Good, good…” Obi-Wan said as he snapped his hips harshly into Anakin’s lithe body. “I imagine you wish to continue the weapons shipments?” he asked as he adjusted the angle, ripping a groan from his submissive’s throat as Obi-Wan’s thick cock pounded against his most sensitive spot.
“An increase wouldn’t be unwelcome, Emperor Kenobi. There have been rumors of factions gathering strength closer to home,” Bail admitted reluctantly.
Obi-Wan’s golden eyes flashed dark as he took in the Governor's words. The Alderaan sector’s military was already one of the most highly funded in the Empire, and he dared to ask for more?
“Gathering strength?” he boomed, emphasizing each word with sharp thrusts. “And whose fault is that?” The words were sharp and acerbic, and as they echoed into the crowded room, he felt Anakin’s knees give out from under him. No matter, Obi-Wan was supporting his weight as he fucked even deeper now with Anakin’s weight falling down against him. His submissive’s arms still clung to the side of the throne, but his spine curved, body sagging lower as he let his Dominant use him thoroughly.
“The fault is all mine, your Excellency,” Bail answered subserviently.
Obi-Wan hummed as he considered the Governor, more than a little distracted by the sound of Anakin’s hard cock slapping against the toned muscles of his stomach. Obi-Wan was surprised to feel his balls tightening up already, and slowed the pace when he realized he was a bit too close to orgasm for his liking.
Obi-Wan cleared his throat to refocus on the conversation. “Quite right. So tell me, how… mmm… how reputable are these rumors?”
He felt Anakin tighten up around him, perhaps realizing how close he had gotten his Dominant to the edge and was now doing his best to tip him over. Certainly considerate - his pet wanting to bring him pleasure - but a bit naughty, too. Obi-Wan slapped Anakin on the ass as a warning. He would come exactly when he was ready. As always.
Bail began a detailed explanation of the situation, and Obi-Wan took a moment to let his gaze wander. He passively listened to the Governor’s words - it was all the man deserved for getting his planet into such a sorry situation in the first place - and he let his eyes gaze through the man’s holo image and into the audience beyond.
Most Dominants had finished playing with their submissives by this point, so there wasn’t as much movement among the seated guests as before. He did notice, however, that Quinlan had taken his well-muscled submissive off to the side and was fucking him, bantha-style, as the submissive serviced another Dominant - whom Obi-Wan didn’t recognize - with their mouth. It was a gorgeous sight, and Obi-Wan found himself envisioning sharing Anakin with another in that way. He shuddered; no, he would never do that. Anakin’s mouth, hole, cock… they were all Obi-Wan’s and Obi-Wan’s alone.
But that position did look delightfully tempting.
“Alright,” Obi-Wan said dismissively after he noticed that Bail had stopped talking, having evidently wrapped up his lengthy explanation. “Draw up the proposed increases and… mmm… transmit them over immediately.”
“Yes, your Excellency.”
After the call ended, Obi-Wan brought his attention back to his delicious pet. Anakin’s presence in the Force was an unusual combination of sated yet hungry as Obi-Wan hastened the pace of his hips once more. His submissive was clearly pleased to have been claimed so publicly, and was now needy for release.
But this wasn’t just about Anakin. This was about the Emperor’s pleasure. And the Emperor knew exactly what he wanted.
Obi-Wan stilled his hips, pulling out almost all the way, and Anakin whined, continuing to sag against the arm of the throne in a desperate search for more stimulation. Instead of pushing his cock back inside, Obi-Wan reached forward to fondle his pet’s dripping cock, extracting a delicious whine from his needy boy.
“What is it, baby?” Obi-Wan crooned, drawing attention to and showing off his boy’s perfect proportions to the interested crowd.
Anakin didn’t respond aloud, choosing instead to project a deluge of words to Obi-Wan through the Force, a mix of want-need-more-fuck-cock-cum-Master-please.
Obi-Wan chuckled, before finally withdrawing the tip of his cock and slapping his submissive’s ass again lovingly. “You’re so kriffing good for me, baby,” he growled, then untied the leash from the column. He pulled Anakin up from where he was draped across the throne and directed him forward, closer to the crowd, with the leash. “Back on your knees, darling,” he instructed. “Face the window.”
Anakin did as he was told. The boy was still projecting loudly in the Force, and another wave of words hit Obi-Wan, desperate pleas of yes-anything-Master-fuck-claim-please-love-yours . Obi-Wan grinned, then turned to address the audience.
“Today I claim Anakin Skywalker as the Emperor’s submissive.” His booming voice echoed against the stone walls - submissive, submissive, submissive. “He is now mine, and mine alone.” Alone, alone, alone.
The crowd was very still, anticipation thick in the air. Obi-Wan lowered to one knee behind Anakin, lining himself up to take him once more. With one sharp, greedy thrust, he slammed back into his submissive’s sweet, tight hole.
“Ahhhhh–” Anakin moaned, loud and clear in the absolute silence of the room, and Obi-Wan could tell through the Force that the boy was already close to cumming, the teasing of their earlier activities combined with the novelty of having everyone’s eyes on them fully overwhelming him. Obi-Wan gripped the leash tightly, pulling back on it to tilt his submissive’s neck upward as he fucked his pet at a brutal pace.
Obi-Wan turned and looked up at the audience before him. He was feeling a little wild, he had to admit; there was something about claiming his former padawan for all to see that was bringing out a side of him that he didn’t usually allow to surface. He had never been a particularly feral Dominant, but people change. Certainly they did; his submissive was proof enough of that.
But this time, Dominants and submissives alike were all staring, enraptured, as their Emperor fucked the man he raised from a young boy without abandon on the dais above them. Obi-Wan registered the image of a few Dominants touching themselves in respect, and even a few naughty submissives doing the same. Anakin began moving with him, now, in this new position on his hands and knees. Obi-Wan felt his pet bouncing back and forth, swaying frantically as Obi-Wan pounded his cock into him time and time again.
With a growl, Obi-Wan felt his baser desires surface, his animalistic urge to fuck. To mate.
“Shall I let him cum?” he roared into the vast, domed space.
Dominants in the audience eagerly responded with shouts of ‘yes!’ ‘no!’ ‘reward him!’ and ‘make him beg!’, the little ‘ah ah ahs’ coming from Anakin mixing in sonorously with the din.
Obi-Wan grinned, pushing forward a command through the Force: beg for it, baby.
“Please!” the former Dominant cried automatically, embracing the shame and embarrassment associated with such an act. “Please, Master, please let your submissive cum! I’ve been so good…”
The heckling from the crowd only grew louder in response. Obi-Wan realized some of the submissives had joined in, and now a faint chant of, ‘let him cum’ was filling the grand chamber.
“Alright, enough!” Obi-Wan boomed, and the onlookers stuttered to silence. Anakin’s moans and whines were the only sound echoing throughout the cavernous space. Words were clearly failing his boy now that Anakin was held right on the edge of orgasm.
Obi-Wan stilled his hips, and Anakin wailed. The Emperor was buried deep inside his pet, and his own orgasm was close, too. “Are you ready to cum, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked in a teasing tone, still loud enough for most onlookers to hear.
“Yes, Master!” his pet all but screamed.
“Very well, I suppose you have been good for me tonight. Do not touch yourself,” he instructed, just in case Anakin got any naughty ideas. With one slight push of his hips, just a touch deeper, he ordered, “You will cum for me, now.”
His aching submissive was so eager to please, such a good boy, that he did, immediately falling to his forearms as his strength gave out. He let go, despite his cock untouched, cumming all over the black stone floor, body spasming in waves of intense, spiky pleasure around his Master’s cock.
Obi-Wan held Anakin’s hips close as the younger man came, and the feeling of his pet’s hole contracting and tensing around him was enough to pull him over the edge as well. Obi-Wan groaned, a low, savage sound, as he unloaded deep inside his beautiful submissive, pumping him full of his hot seed.
The Emperor was seeing stars, the ardent atmosphere overwhelming even him. The crowd had gotten boisterous once again, and dimly Obi-Wan was aware of both Lady Amidala and Knight Tano cheering and heckling along with the rest of the crowd.
To claim his padawan… to finally take him like this, for all to see… it was the culmination of years of work. And it was fully and completely worth it.
Obi-Wan pulled out, and as he wearily got to his feet, he pulled Anakin up with him, turning him so the audience could see his gaping hole. Obi-Wan reached around to insert two fingers back into his boy and was rewarded with a gush of cum that ran down trembling thighs to the cacophonous delight of the crowd. Anakin moaned at the overstimulation and buried his sweet face into Obi-Wan’s chest, seeking comfort and support even as he vaguely registered the raucous approval of their guests.
Obi-Wan could feel his pet hovering placidly in subspace through the Force, and now that the public claiming had concluded, it was time to leave. Obi-Wan motioned for his cloak from his attendant and carefully wrapped it around his darling boy before quickly retreating to the tall door beyond the throne. He heard his attendant formally closing the day’s proceedings behind him, and promptly pulled the door shut before heading to their quarters.
When Obi-Wan placed his submissive delicately on their lush, opulent bed, he unclasped the leash from Anakin’s collar and dropped a soft kiss to the boy’s sweaty forehead. Obi-Wan then climbed onto the bed beside him, holding him close.
“You were amazing, baby,” he praised.
Anakin, still submerged in the calming currents of subspace, merely mewled in response.
Obi-Wan nuzzled into his pet’s neck. “I love you dearly. I’m so proud of you.”
A squat astromech entered the ornate bedroom carrying a gold platter over its head. “Thank you, R2,” Obi-Wan murmured, taking the tall glass of water and wet washcloth. He dabbed Anakin’s forehead with the cool cloth before gathering it at the back of his neck and securing it there. He took a small sip from the glass himself, then put it to Anakin’s lips.
“Here baby, drink up.”
When Anakin didn’t move to sip at the water, Obi-Wan frowned and checked on him in the Force.
Anakin’s Force presence was swirling high above, unwilling or unable to return to his corporal body. Obi-Wan swallowed the lump of anxiety in his throat, and took one more small sip of water before setting the glass on the side table. It had been a long time since Anakin had taken this long to come back to him.
Obi-Wan cuddled his submissive to his chest and held him close, murmuring calming words of love and affection as Anakin slowly, steadily drifted his way back down on his own time. Obi-Wan ran his hands up and down the other’s skin, soothing exhausted muscles and drawing his boy’s attention back to his body.
Some time later, he heard Anakin sigh.
Obi-Wan pulled back to look at him. “Anakin?”
“Mmph.”
He reached out to grab the glass and brought it carefully to Anakin’s lips. “Can you drink this? Please, baby?”
Anakin took a deep breath, eyes still closed, but tilted his head back to drink the water down in a show of complete trust.
Obi-Wan placed the empty glass back on the table and rubbed Anakin’s arm. “How are you feeling, darling?”
Anakin blinked sleepily and then squinted to gaze up at his Dominant. When his mellowed brain finally registered who was with him, Anakin’s face broke out in a dazzling, if lazy, smile. “Master,” he croaked, before nuzzling eagerly into the Emperor’s neck, breathing deeply to take in the older man’s scent.
“How are you feeling?” Obi-Wan repeated with a light chuckle. “Was that alright for you, baby? You were gone for so long after.”
“Mmmmmm…” Anakin sighed with contentment. “So good. Love you.”
“I love you too, dearest,” Obi-Wan cooed, pressing a kiss to his submissive’s forehead.
“Yours,” Anakin whispered.
“Yes, baby. All mine.”