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“Fan mail?”
“Yes, fan mail.”
“You’re telling me the council meeting ran long and you’re late for dinner because of fan…mail? Mail about, what mechanical parts” Anakin asked while plating the dinner he had been fussing over for the last hour, trying to keep it warm and edible.
Obi-Wan sent a wave of thanks through their (let’s not tell the council about this) bond and took the plates to the table. “Well apparently the temple has been receiving an inordinate number of messages of a complementary nature regarding…us” Obi-Wan coughed slightly and hastily added “and the other Jedi, i.e., fan mail. The messages were clogging up important channels for the war effort, so the council has decided to create a dedicated system to centralize things. People will have the option to choose who to send their…musings to and the recipient can respond if they wish with a personalized message or a several canned replies. The hope is twofold, to raise our moral and to garner additional support from the public.”
“Hmm, sounds like a PR stunt and waste of our time. Eat up Master, you’re still looking a little thin from your last mission.” He frowned and used the force to bring the extra meat from the counter, adding more to his Master’s plate.
“Inappropriate use of the force Anakin. My thin physique had no trouble beating you during our sparring match yesterday”. Obi-Wan said between bites. “But thank you dear one, this is delicious.”
Anakin blushed and smiled. “Anything for you, Master”.
They ate in comfortable silence, elbows only occasionally brushing, until Ahsoka came barreling through their front door.
“Masters, have you heard?! We’re going to get letters from people who actually like us and not just for target practice!” She fell into her chair at the table. “Smells good, what’s for dinner?”
“You’re actually excited about this?” Anakin asked. He headed into the kitchen. “I thought you were eating with Barriss in the refractory? I would have made more.” No matter how easily accessible food was now, he still worried he wouldn’t have enough to feed the ones he cared for. Obi-Wan glanced at him and shot him a calming smile.
“I did eat with her, but I’m a growing girl and it just smells so good, Master. Any leftover?”
Anakin flicked her montral, handed her a plate with the last of the dinner, and sat back down beside Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan flicked his ear in betrayal. Twin “Master”s rang out.
Ahsoka dug in. “Thanks, Master, and yes, of course I’m excited! Me and Barriss -”
“Barriss and I” Obi-Wan gently corrected.
“right, Barriss and I are working on a competition for the padawans to see who gets the most messages. I’m so gonna’ win!”
“You’re lucky I’m not a Padawan anymore Ahsoka, I would definitely get the most.” It wouldn’t even be a competition, he thought.
“I bet I get more messages than you Skyguy.”
“In your dreams, Snips.”
“Yes, well fascinating as this exchange is,” Obi-Wan interjected “the messages for the Padawans will go through a filtering system first to weed out any unsavory missives, so Anakin, you and Ahsoka won’t be able to compare true numbers.” Obi-Wan stood and collected the dirty dishes, heading into the kitchen. It was Anakin’s night to wash the dishes, but Obi-Wan was always taking care of him. Anakin joined him in the kitchen to dry. Their bond, hummed contentedly between them.
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“So, Kenobi, have you read any of your letters yet?” Quinlan Vos asked, sitting down at Obi-Wan’s library table. “Please Quin, sit. I wasn’t working on anything important which your intrusion has interrupted me from.”
“Glad to hear it,” Quinlan said, completely ignoring his sarcasm. He took Obi-Wan’s datapad and clicked through to his fan mail inbox. “So, letters, have you read them?” He waved the datapad back and forth and waggled his eyebrows. “Because let me tell you, make sure no Padawan or Skywalker eyes are around when you do. They are dirrrrty”.
“Really Quin must you make everything sexual?” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and held out his hand for his datapad. He wouldn’t reach for it across the table like a youngling.
“It’s not me making it sexual” he said, still holding the datapad, “it’s the writers. I’ve never been propositioned so many times in my life. Makes a fella blush.”
“No, I haven’t had the time yet to look through them, and I don’t believe you still have the capability to blush, not after our own Padawan days. Now give me back my datapad.”
Quin tsked at him. “As a council member, you should be setting a better example for program participation. Why don’t I read and respond to a few for you to get the ball rolli-”.
The datapad whisked out of his hands, landing neatly in Obi-Wan’s lap.
“Where’s Skywalker when you need actually need him around, blatant misuse of the force right there.”
Obi-Wan suppressed a smile. “I have no idea what you are referring to. And Anakin’s” he paused, tilting his head “in the salles, training with Ahsoka.”
It was Quinlin’s turn to roll his eyes. “Of course, you know where he is. On to more important topics of conversation, the messages, read at least one, now, please?”
Obi-Wan frowned, not really sure what could be more important than Anakin and opened his fan mail inbox. “I’ll read ONE message if you promise to leave me alone after.”
“It will be like I was never even here” Quinlan promised.
“If only.” Obi-Wan clicked on a message at random, read a few lines, turned bright red, and clicked off the datapad.
Quinlan laughed so hard and loud Madame Jocasta shot him a death glare and shhed him.
“So, Obi-Wan,” he staged whispered while getting up to leave “pretty dirty, right?”
“Yes” Obi-Wan lied.
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Once back in his rooms, Obi-Wan locked himself in his bedroom and pulled up his fan mail inbox again. Ok, so one person, one incorrect person, one person who must have been dropped on their head repeatedly throughout childhood, thought that he and Anakin were a couple. So, what? No need to freakout or make it into a big deal. Surely no one else has come to that egregious conclusion. It was a one off.
He clicked on a second message, just to make sure. Then a third, fourth, fifth…twentieth.
“Oh dear.”
They all assumed that he and Anakin were in a romantic relationship. Message after message after message.
“You and General Skywalker are the hottest couple in the galaxy!”
“It’s so nice to see you and Anakin happy. Every time I see you two together on the holonet, it just makes my day brighter!”
“So do you or him bottom?”
“AHHHHHHHH, I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE ANAKIN AND I LOVE YOU THAT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“If you don’t mind me asking, which one of you admitted to your feelings first? Because I have the biggest crush on my math tutor and I’m trying to figure out how to tell him. Did the age difference bother you at all?”
Obi-Wan paced his room, wondering how so many people were so incredibly wrong. It was a ridiculous notion. He was obviously not in a relationship with Anakin. Anakin was his Padawan, is 16 years his junior, sees him like a father…brother…something.
He stopped pacing and took a deep breath, it’s fine, totally fine. Anakin didn’t seem to be too interested in the fan mail program, he’ll just never mention it to him, they’ll never discuss the contents of his blasted inbox, and everything will remain as it is. Who cares if the galaxy has lost its collective mind, this will have no impact on my daily life.
He felt a brush of concern from Anakin through their bond. He must have let some of his anxiety slip past his shields. He sent back a wave of reassurance and then tightened them. It was no big deal, this means nothing, it will change nothing. He knew the truth, that he was not in a relationship with Anakin and that’s all that mattered. Of course, he loved Anakin, just not in that way.
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Anakin knew that something was wrong with his Master, he just didn’t know what it was, yet. They were sitting on their couch together like they always do during the evenings, but there was space between their thighs. Space. Between. Their. Thighs. There should never be space between him and Obi-Wan. Were Kenobi was, Skywalker will follow and all that.
So yes, something was wrong with Obi-Wan. Anakin had felt his anxiety early in the day, so he made him his favorite food for dinner, went out and got him a new flavor of tea to try, even picked up the droid parts throughout the apartment, well some of the droid parts in the living room, but Obi-Wan was still closed off in the force and just looked well, uncomfortable. So, Anakin had a job to do. One of his main goals in life is to make Obi-Wan happy, and he is currently failing, unacceptable.
Maybe he should show Obi-Wan that he’s invested in the fan mail program? Yes, that should help. It would be a win-win really, do something Obi-Wan wants him to do and increase the good will towards the Jedi, which means more good will towards Obi-Wan. Not that he even needed it since his Master was the best person in the galaxy and everyone realized it with just mere moments in his presence, he’s getting off track. Obi-Wan. Sad. Fix.
“Obi-Wan” he said.
“Hmm”
“I plan on starting to respond to my fan mail messages tonight. I know how important it is to the council and want to do my part.”
Obi-Wan started so badly he almost fell off the couch. Anakin shot out his arm to stabilize him, but almost fell himself when Obi-Wan yanked his arm out of his grasp as if he burned him.
Obi-Wan stood up from the couch and moved towards his bedroom door. “Since when do you care about what the council wants?”
“Well, I care about what you want, and you’re on the council, so…” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.
“You know, it’s really ok, Anakin. Please do no trouble yourself with the messages. I’m sure you have much more important things to do than read them. Really, I insist you ignore the whole lot of them. And now I must go to bed, it’s quite” he looked at the chrono in the kitchen which showed the time to be early evening “late. Good night.”
Well, that didn’t work. Anakin sighed in the empty room, but at least he now knows what had upset Obi-Wan. Anakin headed to his own room and dug out his datapad from under the latest project, a droid that could make the perfect cup of tea and opened his own fan mail inbox.
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Good going Kenobi, way to play it cool. Anakin definitely won’t check his fan mail account now. It was like an out of body experience. As soon as Anakin said the word fan, Obi-Wan ceased to have any control over his limbs and voice. Now he was stuck in his bedroom hours before he usually retired, after acting like a raving lunatic, while Anakin was most assuredly reading his own messages.
Obi-Wan flopped face first, in a manner more similar to Anakin during what Obi-Wan privately calls the dark days, a.k.a. his angsty teenage years, than a Jedi Master on to his bed. After Anakin went to such trouble to make sure Obi-Wan had a nice night, he had to go and ruin it.
His favorite dish tasted like ash in his mouth because he couldn’t stop looking at Anakin’s mouth while he ate. “Which room in the temple is your favorite place to kiss Anakin, to hold him, to just be with him?” Honestly, the nerve of some people. Like he would ever share the private, intimate moments between them with the public. Wait, stop! There are NO private, intimate moments between Anakin and himself. He is not in love with Anakin.
He couldn’t enjoy the new tea Anakin bought him because unfortunately Anakin also happened to like the taste and now an innocent “mmm, that tastes good, Master” is tainted. “I wonder what he sounds like taking your big dick down his throat? Does he struggle, whimpering and whining, or take it all like pro?” Who even writes like that? What was the purpose of sending that and the hundreds of other similar messages? Probably thousands, by this point, he thinks a little hysterically. Did the sender want to turn Obi-Wan on by having him think of his supposed, what boyfriend (like that word could even come close to describing what Anakin is to Obi-Wan), deep throating his cock. Because if so, they are barking up the wrong tree, that image would never turn Obi-Wan on. He does not think nor has ever thought of Anakin in that fashion. He is not in love with nor attracted to Anakin.
Anakin even tried to tidy the apartment. He is always after Anakin to clean up after himself. And one of the few times he does it unprompted, he doesn’t even get to give him a well-earned “good boy” because of those infernal messages. Since when is it sexual to tell another grown man “good boy”? “Since this is anonymous, I feel comfortable with asking” at least they recognized how improper they are being ”what kinks are you and Skywalker into? I’m assuming daddy kink, because of well, look at you two. Definitely a daddy and little boy right there. But I also feel like there is a praise kink aspect too. I saw a holo of you telling him good job once and he looked like the happiest person on the planet. So, if you haven’t tried it yet, might I suggest calling him a “good boy”? It would probably lead to a great night.😉” Obi-Wan knows it’s wrong to commit murder, but he’s struggling to remember exactly why. He is not in love with Anakin, he is not attracted to Anakin, and he does not want to be his daddy with his good boy.
What Obi-Wan is, well he is a liar.
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Anakin was not really surprised to see that his fan mail was full of messages telling him how great Obi-Wan was and how lucky he was to be with him, because well duh. If there is one thing Anakin knows it’s how wonderful Obi-Wan Kenobi is. He was a little surprised however to discover that people thought it was a romantic relationship between the two of them. Just because two people spend every free moment together, people just have to go and label it a romance.
Really, he thinks, can two people not pledge their lives to each other without everything calling them a couple. I mean I love Obi-Wan and would do anything to see him smile for even just a second, but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with Obi-Wan. We’re the best former Master and Padawan pair (sorry Snips), The Team, partners. If anything, we’re closer than just a normal, boring couple.
Anakin flops on his back onto his mattress. Well, I do hate every person on sight who flits with my Master, but who likes to see someone flirt with their partner? No one, that’s who. And so what if I think about Obi-Wan first thing in the morning and he’s also the last thing I think about at night, and he’s in most of my dreams. I’ve known him since I was nine, that’s a long time. It would be weird if I didn’t think about him this much…right? Right.
He sits up. Ok so the whole galaxy thinks we’re a couple, I can live with that. I might even like that. It should hopefully keep people away from him when I can’t be by his side. Yes, this is a good thing!
But wait, Obi-Wan was upset…about this? Does Obi-Wan not want people to think we’re a couple? Is he embarrassed by my feelings for him? Not that I have romantic feelings for him. Well maybe I do, no, no I definitely don’t. He is just my Master, end of thought.
Anakin left his room pausing only briefly (and definitely not longingly) to stare at Obi-Wan’s shut door before continuing on to the training salles. He needed not to think so he was going to train until he dropped, since the best way to shut off his brain, having Obi-Wan gently run his fingers through his hair while they cuddled on the couch was currently not an option.
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Ahsoka could tell that something was wrong with her Master and with Master Kenobi. They weren’t looking at each other like they used to. Which was nice in one way because the way they normally looked at each other could be nauseating. The amount of teasing she got from the other Padawan’s over just their looks, never mind their actions or force help her, what they said to each other was intense. How many times does a Padawan have to hear her Master call her other Master “dear one” before she is entitled to financial compensation? On the other hand, them not looking at each other that way was somehow worse. Now all she sees is longing and pining and probably a little pouting (Skyguy). It’s too much to bear! They need to fix whatever is wrong because this is too painful to watch.
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After his fifth night in a row training alone in the salles, Anakin sinks to the floor and finally admits it. I love him. Oh, force help me I love Obi-Wan Kenobi. Of course, I love him, how could I not. He’s the best, most caring, kind, wonderful, fucking hot man I know. That anyone knows, in the entire galaxy. I would have to be an idiot not to love him. Well, I am somewhat of an idiot since it took messages from strangers on the holonet for me to realize it, but I finally got here. Except being here is awful since there is no way he feels the same.
Obi-Wan had been avoiding him. They hadn’t spent a night on the couch together since he fled from him early in the week. Their bond is cold in his mind, he hasn’t felt him properly in the force in so long. No more meals together, he hasn’t even fussed at him for how messy the apartment is. The only time he’s interacted with me is when we meet up for Ahsoka’s saber training, but he won’t even look at me. He must be disgusted by me. His inbox is probably full of the same people showing him the same clips of me smiling at him like he’s my sun, always having to be by his side, and glowering at everyone else near us. Could I be any more obvious? He probably just doesn’t know how to let me down without hurting my feelings, but this fucking hurts too. I miss him. He’s my better half, except he’s not. If I’m going to get Obi-Wan back in my life I need to stuff these feelings so far down inside no one will ever be able to tell they were even there at all. Just like Yoda taught me.
He snorted, stretched, and picked himself up off the floor. He had made Obi-Wan uncomfortable, and since it wasn’t an option to not have Obi-Wan in his life, he needed to reign it in. Show him he could be a just a normal guy. Piece of cake. He could definitely be normal around Obi-Wan Kenobi, let other people get close to him…, his left eye twitched, well let’s not get too carried away here, baby steps, crawl before you let other people near the love of your life or however the saying goes.
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Obi-Wan was alone, again. He was alone by his own design, but that knowledge did nothing to fix the empty feeling inside of him. An Anakin shaped hole if you please. He knew of some cultures that envisioned an afterlife that tortured people who had been evil during their lifetime. Hell, he believed it was called. And even though he did not personally believe in this Hell, he had somehow ended up there. Every day was worse than the day before. He couldn’t stand to look at Anakin. His favorite thing in the world to look at. If that wasn’t torture, he didn’t want to know what was!
If he did look at Anakin, he would be sure to see only disgust in his eyes. He knew that his precious bo-, his pada-, his Anak-, he would look at him and only see an old lecherous man. He must have realized what Obi-Wan had from the fan mail, even in his own mind he sneers the word. That Obi-Wan was in love with him and he doesn’t reciprocate my feelings. Why else would he leave me alone for this long?
How could I possibly explain to him that I fell in love with him by accident? I’m sorry Anakin, I just tripped one day and developed romantic feelings. He snorts. Not that Anakin is hard to fall in love with. He’s seen the looks he gets everywhere they go, even if Anakin never notices them himself. And he knows how kind and caring he is, how wonderful he is with Ahsoka, how brilliant he is with his inventions, how hard he works to care for his men, his Padawan, and…me. But this is not the way it’s meant to go. I’ve perverted our relationship. Lusting after one’s Padawan is one of the worse things a Jedi can do. He shakes his head. Not that he can reduce his feelings for Anakin to just mere lust, even in his own mind.
So no, Obi-Wan cannot be around Anakin now feeling like this and it is killing him. It’s not doing Anakin any good either, his traitorous mind whispers. The few peaks he’s allowed himself over the past few days have shown him how tired Anakin looks, how defeated. Their apartment is a mess, Anakin looks a mess, Obi-Wan is a mess. Anakin needs him, platonically and he needs Anakin, platonically too. It’s decided then, I’ll just give my inappropriate and one-sided feelings to the force. Right, because that is how the force works, for sure.
With a plan in place, complete repression, Obi-Wan vows to get things back on track between the two of them. I’ll just calmly tell Anakin that I only care for him the normal amount, no hidden depths of feelings here. Perfect.
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“So Master, Obi-Wan, I have something to say.” Obi-Wan and Anakin were finally having dinner again. Anakin had bribed Ahsoka with a day off training if she promised to stay away from the rooms tonight. Anakin was going to fix things with Obi-Wan if it was the last thing he did. He needed to feel Obi-Wan in the force again. It was like he was missing a limb, well another one. The most important one. Focus.
“That’s perfect, Anakin, because I also have something to say.”
“If it’s ok, I’d like to go first?” Obi-Wan nodded his head.
“Right, thanks. Well as you probably know some people may believe that we are in a relationship. A romantic relationship.” He saw Obi-Wan tense as if to interrupt and rushed to get his speech out. “And I just want you to know” Anakin cleared his throat. This was harder to get out than he thought. “To know that I only care for you the, ah, normal amount. And would never, oh how did they put it “kill every person with his eyes alone who looked at Kenobi for more than half a second”. I would obviously use my saber. “I know that you could never love me, you are much too good for that, for me. So, ugh, yeah. That’s what I had to say. Oh wait, one more thing.” Anakin finally made himself look into Obi-Wan’s eyes. “I miss you and I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable, Master”.
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At first Obi-Wan was too shocked to speak, to move. Too many things from Anakin’s speech didn’t make sense. Obi-Wan could never be too good for Anakin, Obi-Wan would always love Anakin, and Anakin could never make Obi-Wan uncomfortable. As his silence stretched on, Anakin dropped his eyes and slumped his shoulders, a sigh leaving his body.
“I’ll um just go and leave you alone for now then. Give you the night to think about what I said.” Anakin made to get up from the table.
Obi-Wan lunged at him, knocking him back into his chair, trapped him under Obi-Wan’s weight on his lap. He kissed him. It was sloppy, mostly teeth at first. Obi-Wan didn’t care it was the best kiss he had ever had, because he was kissing Anakin. They found a rhythm, Obi-Wan guiding them as a good Master should.
They broke apart, Anakin gasping for air, and Obi-Wan rested his forehead on Anakin’s and said “I love you, of course I do. I never want to be apart from you. My good boy.” Anakin whined softly. “You’re perfect for me, never too much. I always want more.”
“Please” Anakin begged “let me feel you.”
Obi-Wan laughed and shifted his hips so his hard cock rubbed up against Anakin’s stomach then he ground down into Anakin’s lap. “You can’t feel me? I can feel you, my big boy”.
“No, not that, well not only that” Anakin blushed prettily. “Let me feel you in the force, I’ve missed you so much” he whispered.
Obi-Wan shuddered at the sight before him and lowered his shields. Immediately he felt Anakin’s love, need, lust, excitement, and a little worry pour into his mind through the bond. Wave after wave engulfed him until all he saw was Anakin. It was all he ever wanted to see. Obi-Wan blinked the room back into existence and saw his own feelings mirrored on Anakin’s face. Obi-Wan smiled and stood up off Anakin’s lap. Anakin instantly pouted.
“Come Anakin, I believe we should continue this in my bedroom, unless yo-”. Anakin jumped up and smashed their faces together. Hmm, will need more instruction on kissing, a master’s work is never done. He gentled the kiss then grabbed a fist full of Anakin’s hair, right where his Padawan braid once grew, and pulled Anakin’s head back far enough to trail his lips down his throat, leaving little love bites in his path. Claiming him. Yours another voice sounded in his head. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, “well that’s new”, then he bit him where his neck met his shoulder, mine! He released Anakin’s neck and kissed the bite tenderly. Anakin whined again and pulled at his robes, “Please Master I need you.”
“Of course, dear one, of course anything for you”. Obi-Wan led them to his bedroom.
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Anakin had never felt anything like this before. It was amazing. Obi-Wan was all around him, inside his mind, he wanted him inside his body too.
“Master please” Obi-Wan shivered and Anakin put that little tidbit of information to the back of his mind to explore later. He kissed him, slower this time. Like Obi-Wan showed him. Breaking apart, “please I need you, I need you inside of me.”
Obi-Wan groaned and lowered them down onto his bed. “Have you ever been with someone in that way before?” Anakin contemplated lying, but Obi-Wan cut him off before he even started. “Don’t lie Anakin, the answer won’t make me want you any less, I just need to know, to make it good for you.” Anakin wasn’t sure how it could possibly be bad with Obi-Wan. He felt electric and they had barely even done anything yet. “No, no one has. Just my own fingers some. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I wanted it to be you, I’ve only ever wanted you.” Obi-Wan groaned again deep in his chest and kissed him so hard Anakin thought they would fuse together. “My perfect boy, so good for me. All mine.” Anakin decided that his new life goal was to make Obi-Wan make that sound every day for the rest of their lives.
They both began to undress. Once naked, Anakin pulled Obi-Wan over top of him and tensed. The total skin on skin contact was almost overwhelming at first. He just needed a minute to settle. Obi-Wan understood and kissed him until he relaxed under him again. Obi-Wan moved slightly off him to reach into his nightstand, pulling out lube, half gone lube. Anakin frowned at him and said “Really, Master?” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and flicked him on the nose.
“Really, Anakin. It was for personal use. I’ve been celibate, well mostly celibate, somewhat since you entered my life.”
“Oh, please do go on Obi-Wan about all of the men you’ve fucked, it’s wonderfu-”. Anakin was cut off by the feeling of his Master’s slicked finger at his entrance, gently rubbing.
“You were saying, brat”. Anakin shook his head and whined out, “Master, please” right back in the moment.
Obi-Wan pushed inside. Inside of him. He had a piece of Obi-Wan inside of him. It felt amazing because it was Obi-Wan. He started to move his finger in and out. Getting him used to the sensation. “Such a good boy, my boy” Obi-Wan murmured in his ear, repeatedly. He pulled all the way out and Anakin let out a whimper, he would deny ever making, and then Obi-Wan was back with two fingers this time. More lube added. His ears burned a little listening to the sounds he was making, that his body was making. But then Obi-Wan kissed him and his anxieties floated away.
Obi-Wan’s fingers brushed up against a place inside of himself that made him see stars. It felt so good, it could easily become addictive. He heard Obi-Wan chuckle, “There it is, your prostate. I hoped you would like to have it stimulated”. Anakin could only nod, and get out a slurred “yes, ugh Master.” Obi-Wan added a third finger and got to work stretching him out. His other hand reached for Anakin’s cock and gave him a few strokes. This was the best Anakin had ever felt in his life. Totally surrounded by Obi-Wan, the only place he has ever wanted to be.
“You’re so wet for me here. I can’t wait to taste, but I need to fuck you now my Anakin, please tell me I can.” Before Anakin could even try to respond, Obi-Wan kissed him again. He kissed him like he just couldn’t help it.
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Obi-Wan broke his kiss with Anakin and pulled his fingers from him. Anakin reached out for him, whimpering, and Obi-Wan shushed him. “It’s ok my love. I’m right here.” Obi-Wan never thought he would see a version of Anakin like this. Sweet and pliable under him. It was a dream come true, a hidden and repressed dream, but a dream, nonetheless. Obi-Wan started to slick his cock when Anakin started mumbling. “Yes, dear one, what is it?”
“Please fuck me, please Master, I’m so empty.”
Obi-Wan was helpless but to obey. He lines his cock up and slowly, so slowly pressed in. In his Anakin, his boy. This moment, here with Anakin, is the best place in the world. If he was ever given the chance to travel back in time to relive one single moment it would be this one. So slowly he shakes slightly, he bottoms out. Anakin had tensed slightly at first, but now was relaxed around him, he opened his eyes and gave Obi-Wan the best smile in the world. “I love you Obi-Wan” he whispered.
“My sweet boy, I love you too.” Then Obi-Wan is kissing him again. He is much improved, my smart boy. He starts moving. Plunging in and out of Anakin. The feeling is sublime. Anakin is making tiny “ah, ah, ahs” every time he drives home. It’s enough to drive a person mad with desire. He won’t last long, can’t last long. Not with being inside of him for the first time, loving him openly for the first time. It’s too much, but he must make this good for Anakin, his boy. He angles his hips, hunting for his prostate…there! Anakin’s moans turn higher pitched. He grabs for his cock; bobbing forgotten on his stomach and begins to stroke him. Anakin wails and throws his head back, neck taught. “Master please” he cries out.
“It’s ok Anakin, come for me. I need it please.” Anakin obeys and comes, writhing on the bed, making a beautiful, wonderful, mess of himself. Obi-Wan works him through it and then stills not wanting to hurt him, still hard inside of him. Anakin smiles “Thank you Master, please I need your come too, don’t stop.” Obi-Wan obeys. It only takes a few more thrusts for him to spill inside of Anakin. It’s the best feeling in the world, only second to hearing him say “I love you.”
Obi-Wan pulls out and walks on shaking legs to the bathroom. He quickly cleans himself off and brings a warm washcloth back to Anakin. He gently cleans his boy off, drops the washcloth off the side of the bed and scoops him into his arms. Anakin, not to be outdone in the cuddling department intertwines their legs together. They lay together basking in their bond. After a while Anakin raises his head from Obi-Wan’s chest and asks “what were you going to tell me earlier?”
Obi-Wan blushes. “Oh well, I was going to tell you that I had only platonic feelings for you and that you shouldn’t worry about me…lusting after you.” He finishes on a mumble. Anakin takes a long look down their naked intertwined bodies, laughs, then bites at Obi-Wan’s chest. “Whatever you say, Master. Oh, we’ll need to write some thank you notes in the morning. We’ve really been slacking in that fan mail program.”