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Early mornings with Obi-Wan’s mate were often unnecessarily tedious. Waking up to Anakin’s head nestled into Obi-Wan’s neck, cat ears tickling into the insides of Obi-Wan’s own hare ears, often ended in a long drawn out mewl of dismay as a rearrangement was made. It was out of Obi-Wan’s hands- well, paws. Anakin was always trying to sleep as close to Obi-Wan’s mate bite as possible, comforted by the thick cloying softness of their combined scents. As Obi-Wan had often felt through their mating bond, it made Anakin melt from the inside out, free of any other thoughts outside of their nest, which Obi-Wan loved providing for him.
The one issue that arose in each and every morning was trying to get up and about before Anakin, who hated his mate leaving before he was done vying for his attention. Obi-Wan considered that Anakin was never truly satisfied, but he was at least appeased enough before he butted into whatever meeting Obi-Wan was in the middle of to plop into the open space of his thighs, lapping at the mating bite despite the audience they entertained.
The current Anakin was muffling unsatisfied snuffles into Obi-Wan’s sleep tunic as the hare hybrid carefully began stretching and unwinding his arms from Anakin’s waist, using the Force to call on his commlink to check for event reminders. Of course, this morning he had a mandatory council meeting to attend, going over the recently approved Chancellor Bail into office at the tail end of the war that had been nearly detrimental to all sentient life in the galaxy.
They were all healing, one day at a time.
Obi-Wan tossed the comm aside, turning his head to brush bearded lips over Anakin’s sensitive ears, causing a loud and enthusiastic purr to emanate from his mate. He was loath to let him go, feeling the soft morning light and the undeniably strong draw to stay within the warmth of Anakin’s body, but needs had to be met in other areas of the temple.
With seemingly one last kiss to Anakin’s head, Obi-Wan extracted himself from the tight grip Anakin’s claws were making in his tunic. The motion immediately caused Anakin to hiss and writhe on the various blankets making up their nest, making it impossible to get up without ruining it. Obi-Wan sighed, seeing Anakin’s ears pinned to his head, effectively giving up his alertness and awareness of his actions.
“Anakin, darling. You know I have a meeting. I cannot have this battle with you, when the sooner I go the sooner I can return.” Obi-Wan’s rough voice only made Anakin squirm all the more, opening his eyes to reveal the way his pupils went sharp and then expanded the longer he looked at his sleep rumpled mate, purrs and growls intertwining in his throat in a strange melody of sound. “Don’t. Skip it. Stay here.”
“ Anakin .”
No good. Anakin’s mouth bared in a seemingly lethal display, if not for the way Obi-Wan could see the pout overpowering his lips. “You can’t go.”
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, sitting up in their nest to rake a hand down his beard and try to tame his ears into a more natural shape of cleanliness. “Oh? I can’t, can I?”
The way Anakin sat himself on Obi-Wan’s lap spoke of his intrinsic stubbornness. The fact that he wore no sort of clothing in their nest heightened the appeal of his argument of staying. “No, Master.”
Obi-Wan continued his grooming, waiting for Anakin to add onto this line of discussion, but was further unconvinced when Anakin’s pout only grew larger, and the telltale swish of his tail spoke of his agitation at trying to find ample enough reasons to be taken seriously. The ache of claws digging into Obi-Wan’s sides were not appreciated nor a good enough answer.
“I don’t want you to, Obi-Wan! Stay with me!” Anakin’s voice was bordering on a yowl, and Obi-Wan’s sensitive ears flinched at the volume as Anakin became much more dismissive about his mate’s outside duties than usual. Obi-Wan could feel his patience waning fast.
“Anakin, you know better than to get angry at me instead of telling me what’s wrong. Why do you not want me to leave, dear one?” Obi-Wan’s attempts to be gentle seemed to be the opposite of what Anakin wanted, his tail thrashing and scent tinted with desperation as he wordlessly grabbed at Obi-Wan’s ears and pulled down hard.
Immediately Anakin was pinned down on his back in the nest, chest heaving from the sudden drop as Obi-Wan barred his canines at Anakin, growling tumbling from his chest loud enough to make Anakin shiver. “ Anakin .”
Anakin’s fear instinct finally crept in, whimpering at the way Obi-Wan’s powerful thighs and large hands kept him down so easily. “I’m sorry, Master! I’m sorry! I just don’t want you to go!”
Obi-Wan could feel Anakin’s tail winding up onto his thighs, the trembling of emotions from his mate creeping up and making it twitch from its place around him. Obi-Wan forcibly manhandled Anakin onto his front, the whimpering growing louder as he was made vulnerable. Obi-Wan followed the tail’s shape into the dip below Anakin’s spine, stiffening at the slickness gathered all along the base of his tail, making the fur matted and glistening. The smell of his slick was maddening, and all at once everything clicked.
Anakin was in heat.
Obi-Wan’s growling grew louder as he took a hand away from pinning Anakin’s shoulders to teasingly rub the skin below Anakin’s tail just above his weeping hole, taking pleasure in the animalistic keen that came from his mate in response. His mate was so focused on keeping Obi-Wan there that he hadn’t even understood why, his body needing what his mind couldn’t articulate.
Obi-Wan dipped his thumb down to feel the slickness of Anakin’s opening, asking in a softer tone, “Is this what you wanted from me, darling? You were so needy from the thought of my cock in you that you couldn’t tell me that you were dripping all over our nest and making a mess?”
Anakin gasped and grinded his hips back into Obi-Wan’s hand, whining hard at the way his Master was circling him and beginning to growl in satisfaction. Now that Obi-Wan could smell the smoky soft heat scent, it was permeating the room and bathing them in the pheromones of Anakin’s omegan heat that came from his feline hybrid species. Obi-Wan’s mate rut was beginning to respond, making Obi-Wan want to keep Anakin safe and filled.
Obi-Wan leans down to grip at Anakin’s neck, forcing him to retain eye contact even as his pupils begin clouding over with heat lust. “Be good for me dearest one, and tell me when you’re feeling badly, so that I can take care of you like you need.” Obi-Wan grinded his clothed dick along Anakin’s pulsing hole and grinned at the strained wail Anakin made, tail twitching out of control and claws making dents in the blankets of their nest.
“Please Master, I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I’ll…” The releasing of Obi-Wan’s weight and grip on him made Anakin trail off in a whine, but the shuffling of clothing showed him that his mate hadn’t gone far. Anakin panted and ground his cock into the bedding to alleviate the ache growing in his abdomen, of needing to be filled and used and to chase his pleasure.
“I know you will, dear one. You’ll be so good for me now that you have me here to take care of you and fuck you just like you want. Stay right there my love, I’m going to open you up for me.”
Anakin already had his mouth open to protest that he wanted it now, but the feeling of Obi-Wan’s bearded cheek trailing along Anakin’s sensitive hole caused him to let his breath out in a pushed out moan as Obi-Wan lapped at the base of Anakin’s tail, cleaning it of its matted clumping.
Obi-Wan groaned at the taste of Anakin’s slickness on his tongue, feeling his self restraint breaking at the purrs of pleasure Anakin was making at how Obi-Wan’s tongue and fingers felt on him. Anakin’s cries were louder than the sounds of opening him up, until Anakin’s caterwauling reached its peak and he came with a guttural growl, pulsing his slick until it splattered all over Obi-Wan’s beard and fingers.
Obi-Wan pulled away to watch his mate’s oversensitive trembling, growling as he gave his cock a few tugs to satiate the lust pouring out of him at the sight of Anakin looking so used and made a mess of by him alone, licking his lips to taste the come still dripping down his beard.
He leaned down to nose at Anakin, licking over his neck and tasting the perspiration and heaving pants he continued to let out. “Ready to keep going, my Padawan?”
Anakin chuffs at him, turning his forehead to bump with his to confirm his own enthusiasm with a roll of hips. “Master, I need it. Please .”
Obi-Wan nuzzles Anakin’s mating bite before making sure he’s in a comfortable position to stay in so he can take Obi-Wan’s knot, and runs a calming hand over Anakin’s back and through his groomed tail, smiling at the happy chirp Anakin lets out at his touches.
Obi-Wan lines himself up and takes pleasure in the first push, the tight heat and wetness making him huff out a pleasured wheeze. They roll to meet each other and make content sighs and needy whines the more Obi-Wan pushes into Anakin. As soon as Obi-Wan is balls deep he groans and feels his ears going lax from the euphoria of feeling connected so perfectly with his mate.
Anakin is moaning and twitching around him as Obi-Wan starts to grind down, fucking him into their nest just like Anakin needs and making him keen and beg for more of it. “Master, ah, please please harder I want you to take me, fill me up with it, breed me!”
Obi-Wan takes a firm grip on Anakin’s hips, leaning close to his twitching ears to growl. “Do you want me to fill you up with our kittens, my love? I bet you want to be stuffed full. You want to carry a litter for us, don’t you baby? Show off how well your mate treated you through your heat.”
Anakin trembles as he comes, Obi-Wan continuing to growl and fuck him through his orgasm until he feels his knot inflating and trapping him in Anakin’s wet heat, pulsing his come steadily and making them both purr at the feeling of it steadily filling him.
As soon as they come down from the high of their mating, Anakin tugs Obi-Wan to lay atop him as much as he can with the knot, turning his head to mouth at Obi-Wan’s head. For a moment Obi-Wan doesn’t understand what he wants, but at Anakin’s whine he tilts his head obligingly.
The steady feeling of Anakin’s tongue over the sensitive fur on Obi-Wan’s ears make him let out a short hum of contentment, bundling Anakin as much into his arms as he can go and ducking down to press bites at his neck in return. He takes the apology for what it is, the two of them purring together at the feeling of being tied together and feeling as if the moment would be everlasting, the burning of their love trapping them in an eternal happiness reflected by the scars on their necks.
Of course, the commlink blinking across the room would prove otherwise. With time.