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Obi-Wan loved Anakin’s intensity and passion in all ways, and it was an unsurprising discovery that he brought that same passion to the bedroom. Not that Obi-Wan was complaining. The man kissed him like Obi-Wan was his first sip of water after a long walk through the desert. His mouth was desperate, everywhere on Obi-Wan’s lips and face, like he was being devoured whole and he could never seem to get enough. Obi-Wan had to grip his jaw to hold him back, even talk him down at times.
And when they started having sex, Anakin was predictably all hands and mouths everywhere. Obi-Wan could barely keep up. Anakin would get worked up so quick, it seemed every light touch to his skin turned him into a whimpering mess. He was so oversensitive, it was beautiful.
“Love, you need to relax.” Obi-Wan whispered as he was rocking their naked bodies together, seeking any sort of relief for his aching cock. He planted a few light kisses to his neck. “We have all night.”
But it seemed the only noises Anakin could make were desperate whimpers and moans, only increasing in desperation and raising in pitch. He was getting loud, Obi-Wan was getting worried that the other clones on the ship could hear all the evidence of what they’re doing. He was glad Ahsoka was off on another mission, she did not need to be exposed to that trauma. Anakin was tensing up and trembling, when suddenly his mouth dropped open and his body went stiff. “Oh…oh fuck!” He moaned, loud. Obi-Wan could only watch mesmerized as Anakin’s cock shot come over his stomach in pulses.
“I’m sorry Obi-Wan…I’ve already…” Anakin looked down at his torso, and then looked back up at Obi-Wan full of apologies.
Obi-Wan could only stare wide-eyed. He had only just started rubbing against him. “You came already?”
“...Yeah….I’m so sorry Obi-Wan. You can keep going…” Anakin pleaded.
Obi-Wan could hardly be upset when the sight of Anakin’s heaving body falling apart under him made him dizzy with arousal. After all, he hadn’t come yet. He only seemed to be able to gaze down at Anakin, which seemed to make Anakin uneasy. “What?” Anakin asked.
“Nothing, Anakin.” Obi-Wan shook his head to break out of his daze. “No need for all the apologies. You’re just…” Obi-Wan grabbed at one of their discarded briefs to clean the mess on Anakin’s torso, the fluids pooling in the crevices of his toned abs. Climbing back up, Obi-Wan propped his hands on the sides of Anakin’s head to capture his lips again. “You’re cute.” He said between light kisses, throwing the garment off to the side.
Lips met again as their kissing devolved back into devouring one another yet again, as Obi-Wan had to break for air yet again. Anakin gasped below him as he quickly started losing grip on his control again. He wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, throwing his head back and undulated his hips into Obi-Wan’s body, seeking any touch, any sensation to his oversensitive skin. He whimpered with need as his lips sought Obi-Wan’s again, but Obi-Wan could only return a few light kisses.
“Breathe, Anakin…” He commanded, placing his hand on his cheek. He wanted to take his time with Anakin, but Obi-Wan was also quickly getting lost in the sensations. This was by far the most intense sex he has ever had, despite barely having started. All of it was all coming from Anakin and the bond they shared, enrapturing Obi-Wan entirely. He managed to pull Obi-Wan into his passionate kiss again like he was an addict seeking a fix. Obi-Wan was really starting to get into it when Anakin broke apart from the kiss suddenly with a frantic AH!-AH!-AH!-oohhhhh. The next thing he knew, Obi-Wan felt another splash between them.
“Oh no…” Anakin said, gasping for air still, looking down shamefully at himself between his and Obi-Wan’s body.
Obi-Wan dropped to the side of Anakin, draping an arm over his waist. He couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped from him. “I never realized my kisses had such a powerful effect.”
“It’s just me. This is so embarrassing.” Anakin rolled his eyes with a shake of his head.
“Honestly, Anakin, it’s pretty sexy.” Obi-Wan said, inspiring a disbelieving laugh from Anakin. “But I’m almost afraid to touch you now. You might just spontaneously combust.”
“Well I can’t blame you for that. Maybe just…go slow?”
“If I must.” Obi-Wan said with a grin, shifting to prop himself up on his left forearm to hover over Anakin. This had to be delicate, too much teasing could push Anakin over the edge. He decided to try a little gentle caress with the tips of his fingers down his torso, bringing Anakin quickly to a quivering mess. He could hear his breathing picking up again. “Hold on Anakin…Try not to get worked up.” Obi-Wan encouraged, focusing intently on Anakin’s face. Anakin sought Obi-Wan’s eyes to resolve himself, pursing his lips as a quiet grunt pushed down his throat. Anakin took a few breaths, and then nodded to Obi-Wan.
So hot and flushed below him, Anakin’s hair was slightly damp from the sweat collecting at his neck. His plump lips were slightly parted, red and swollen from all the kissing. He truly was sinfully beautiful. Obi-Wan caught himself admiring him, exploring his body with his fingers running circles down his arms, torso, and legs. Anakin was staring down at him with hooded lustful blue eyes, but he looked to be concentrating hard. Obi-Wan could feel his muscles hardening under his fingertips.
“Mmmmphhhfff!” His eyes shut tight and his head threw back on the pillow when Obi-Wan made an experimental stroke to his cock. Anakin shivered with a long moan, as Obi-Wan continued the light strokes. He tried to act delicately, but Anakin was already quickly building up in a frenzy again. He was gasping for air, so sensitive everywhere. Obi-Wan could only watch mesmerized, helpless to stop it, as yet another orgasm overtook Anakin’s body for the third time.
Anakin shuddered and panted through shortened breaths, needing to recover from the intensity of three orgasms in a row. He didn’t have any come left in him. “This is…humiliating.” He sat up against the pillows and hid his face in his palms, Obi-Wan felt the shame Anakin was experiencing from the Force bond.
“Anakin…” Obi-Wan grasped his wrist, moving his arm to the side to reveal his flushed face again. “It’s quite alright. There is no need to be so embarrassed. Would you like to take a break?”
Anakin released a frustrated huff. “Can I at least suck you off?”
Obi-Wan thought about it a moment, realizing he was still mostly hard. That did sound nice…he felt a pleasant stirring in his cock at the offer. “Uh…sure, yes. please.” He mumbled as he lay to Anakin’s side. “How do you want me?”
“Just lay back, like that.”
Obi-Wan did as instructed, sprawled out as Anakin enthusiastically climbed over him, settling his knees between his legs. He went down on him, giving Obi-Wan’s hard cock a few experimental licks before engulfing as much of the head into his mouth as was possible.
“Oh…ohhhh…oh that’s good…” Obi-Wan allowed himself to surrender to the burning pleasure centering around Anakin’s mouth, hands twisting and combing the curls on Anakin’s head, as he heard the most debauched noises falling from his own throat. He almost didn’t recognize his own voice.
It took him some time to savor the pleasure as long as he possibly could, before he was overtaken by a mind-numbing orgasm. Anakin sucked him through it, swallowing him whole. It was a sight to behold, Anakin stared up at him with a flirtatious grin around his cock as he took in each spurt.
Obi-Wan relaxed on his back a moment, just relishing in the contentment of the post-orgasm haze. Anakin’s distress subsided after that, always so pleased with himself when he can get Obi-Wan off with his mouth. He stretched and massaged his aching jaw as he laid back next to Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan chalked it up to first time enthusiasm, and perhaps Anakin will learn to calm down over time.
—
Anakin did not calm down. It had been weeks since their friendship branched into the sexual realm. Obi-Wan had to acknowledge that a lot of their friendship had a certain hidden tension brewing under the surface, that tension finally bursting open during a night of a few too many drinks bringing out a few too many hidden truths. It was cathartic up to a point, Obi-Wan shared things that he was usually ashamed to admit, to which Anakin embraced and accepted with total understanding and compassion. His memory is hazy of that night…but he remembers the best parts, at least. Anakin and he shared such a unique connection that night, that it felt completely natural when he found himself reaching over to kiss Anakin, who happily accepted the kiss.
Obi-Wan had tried to put a stop to it, fearing this would make their friendship awkward, or would even interfere with their professional relationship in the field. But it was no use. He was lost in the pleasures and emotions of the moment for once in his life, and the bursting floodgates could not be undone.
But Anakin was still too eager, the premature ejaculations did not subside. Obi-Wan didn’t mind if Anakin came more often than him, but it’s just that Anakin always got so embarrassed and distressed over it. Obi-Wan hated that Anakin was finding sex with him so stressful, and only wanted him to enjoy it with him. Perhaps he could help, if he could find a way to put his training abilities to use in some way. Treat sex as a training exercise.
And with that, Obi-Wan had an idea.
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“Oh-Obi-Wan…please—“ Anakin gasped, once again his control was quickly waning. He really wanted to make an effort this time for Obi-Wan, but the soft touches Obi-Wan was giving him along his chest and shoulders were generating so much electricity under his skin. Obi-Wan leaned over Anakin’s undulating body, gazing down at the debauched and flushed body below him.
Obi-Wan chuckled, taking that moment to grip the base of Anakin’s cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Anakin whimpered at the strange frustrating feeling of his quickly arriving orgasm suddenly halted. His cock tingled as he gasped for air.
“Shh. Calm down and center yourself. We’re going to try something different tonight.” Obi-Wan had mischief in his smirk, with a quick eyebrow raise.
Anakin’s brow furrowed, laughing with the realization. “You’re not going to let me come, are you?”
“Of course I’m going to let you come, Anakin. I’m not a cruel man.” Obi-Wan let go of the squeeze, now running his fingertips across Anakin’s hard length. “We’re just going to take a little detour before we get there.”
Anakin concentrated amidst the amazing fingertips rubbing his cock. “The suspense is killing me, Obi-Wan.”
“Today we are going to learn a lesson in patience. Are you aware of the concept of ‘edging’?”
“That’s exactly what I thought you were going to say.”
Obi-Wan grinned again. “We’re going to learn a little something about self control today. Allow me to explain.” Obi-Wan grasped Anakin’s cock at that moment, his eyes never leaving Anakin’s, never breaking eye contact. Anakin gasped at the touch, suddenly his face scrunched up and his jaw went slack. The touch was so good, but Anakin still felt he had to fight an inner battle to keep from coming too quick. Obi-Wan could sense Anakin’s desperation already growing.
“This is what we’re going to do…” Obi-Wan made a few quick strokes to Anakin’s cock, pulling a few moans from Anakin. “We’re going to bring you as close to orgasm as possible, and then quickly prevent it with a nice little squeeze, like so…” Obi-Wan made another tight squeeze to the base.
“Oh!” Anakin cried. “Oh wow…” A strange sort of excitement pulsed through him. Being completely at Obi-Wan’s mercy, surrendering his willpower completely to him. He hoped he wouldn’t spoil the fun by coming too soon again. “So you plan to, ah..torture me then, Master?” Anakin said, punctuated with moans as Obi-Wan continued teasing him. He was finding it increasingly difficult to hold still, undulating his hips to Obi-Wan’s hand, seeking more stimulation.
“I will be taking care of you, and I know exactly what you need. That is why you are not getting it yet.” Obi-Wan had the most satisfied smirk plastered on his face. Clearly he was definitely enjoying this. Which was infuriating. And arousing.
Anakin was already starting to ache, cock stood hard and red, every nerve in his body felt like it was alight. He felt like he might actually come untouched again if he let go of his control for even a second. He wanted to come so badly, but even more, he wanted to be good for Obi-Wan. Perhaps he also wanted to see Obi-Wan get so lost in pleasure, to give himself over to his mercy.
“The rules are simple. You are not to come, Anakin, and you will tell me to stop when you get too close, and I’ll immediately stop everything. I will say that you’re already doing remarkably well, I didn’t think you would be doing this well. You’ve impressed me.”
“What? You don’t think I can control myself at all?” Anakin propped himself up on his elbows to confront Obi-Wan, who just laughed down at him.
“Well you haven’t exactly earned my confidence in that area.” Obi-Wan kept his feather light strokes going, Anakin’s face twisted into a frustrated grimace. “Look at you. I’m barely even touching you. You sure you can control yourself?” His strokes grew more firm, drawing out a long moan from Anakin’s lips. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but stare up at his face, eyes closed and lips parted. Always working so hard to prove himself.
Obi-Wan’s hands sped their movements, but Anakin refused to give him the satisfaction. He squeezed his eyes shut as his orgasm mounted far too quickly, and for a moment he didn’t think he was going to be able to hold it back. “Oh! Obi-Wan s-stop!” He said, having mustered up the willpower. Obi-Wan immediately halted his movements. Anakin groaned as the orgasm halted suddenly.
“There you go, you followed the rules perfectly, dear one. I am so proud of you.”
Anakin spent the next few moments gathering himself and regaining his breath. He rolled his eyes at Obi-Wan’s satisfied smirk, when an idea came into his head.
“Obi-Wan…Do you want to make it interesting?” He was aware he was taking Obi-Wan’s bait, but he really didn’t care.
Obi-Wan raised a single eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on.”
“If I can hold back long enough, you have to do something for me.”
Obi-Wan stared and nodded. “And what would you like me to do, darling?”
“That uh…that vibrating plug I got you. The one with the remote? You wear it during a Council meeting.”
“My…that certainly does make it interesting now, doesn’t it?” Obi-Wan grinned, finding this to be much more fun than he expected. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
“How can I pass up an opportunity to make you suffer, Obi-Wan? Besides, why else do you think I got that for you?”
“Hmm.” Obi-Wan thought about it for a moment. “How about you suffer the same fate if you lose?”
“As if edging me isn’t enough torture?” Anakin huffed as Obi-Wan just gave him a light shrug. “Hold on a minute. So I lose if I come. How do we decide that I win?”
“Hmm. If you can hold back for…let’s try a standard hour, you win the wager. How does that sound, Anakin? Do we have a deal?” Obi-Wan said with a few teasing feather light strokes to his cock.
Anakin laid back on the pillow, ready to start the challenge. “Deal…do your worst, Obi-Wan…oh-!” He said, interrupted by a firm stroke. “Uh…yeah, just don’t stop doing that…ah…” Anakin was already holding on by a thread, the arousal was a constant tension running through his body, like a fire burning underneath his skin. Still, he steeled his resolve. The caresses to his touch-starved cock felt like an ease of pressure, with an air of danger as he knew he couldn’t give in completely. Fuck, it feels so good, he doesn’t know how he’s going to make it through the next hour, but he’s nothing if not determined. The orgasm built quickly on his already sensitive skin, it felt absolutely amazing…and fuck—
“STOP!” Anakin gasped as Obi-Wan ripped his hand away. Tingly phantom strokes lingered on his cock for a moment after Obi-Wan had stopped.
“Good job, Anakin. You’re getting the hang of this.”
“Thank you, Master.” Anakin responded amidst panting breaths. Dammit, he loved when Obi-Wan praised him. He was fighting dirty. “Wait…why am I thanking you!?”
Obi-Wan grinned and nodded knowingly. “Excellent question. Are you ready for more?”
“Ngh…You’re enjoying torturing me way too much, Obi-Wan.” Anakin said, not quite feeling ready to continue. He pushed it down, and nodded towards him.
“I’ll enjoy torturing you even more when you lose.”
“No, I’ll be exacting my revenge when I win. ”
“Strong words coming from someone who comes in his pants like a young teenager.”
“Shut up.” Anakin rolled his eyes at Obi-Wan’s smug stare, though it was all in good humor. “Oh—!“ He gasped when Obi-Wan’s hands were on him again. He was so sensitive, the strokes to his cock were so light and soft, but still not enough, never enough. The desperation to come was getting unbearable, he choked out a sob as the pleasure was so overwhelmingly good.
The orgasm was building far too quick this time, he wasn’t sure if it had even been a minute since Obi-Wan started this round but he felt dangerously close to orgasm again. “S-stop…fuck…” Anakin whined, his legs trembling with need. Obi-Wan once again pulled his hand away. Anakin whimpered with the most pathetic desperation, he should have been embarrassed to hear himself, but that was hardly at the forefront of his mind now. “F-fuck Obi-Wan…ngh…”
“Giving up already, darling? Do you forfeit?”
“Ungh…no!…I can do it.”
Obi-Wan chuckled, “Are you sure? A moment ago you just said you can’t.”
“Yes I’m fucking sure Obi-Wan!” Anakin snapped, making Obi-Wan release another low chuckle to himself. “I’m glad you’re so amused by my misery!” All Anakin wanted to do was to wipe the smugness off Obi-Wan’s face. He should turn around put him through the same torture when this was done. Maybe that would have been an even better punishment.
“Oh don’t be so dramatic, Anakin. Ready for another round?”
“Ungh…yes do it.” Anakin whined with a miserable sob, steeling his resolve again. His legs were still trembling and his hands were balled up into sheets below him. “HAH—!” Anakin jumped when Obi-Wan’s hand was once again on his cock, he had to conjure every reserve of willpower in him to hold it back, there was a powerful ache in his groin as he felt his cock throbbing under Obi-Wan’s touch.
The touches were such an intense relief to the tension buzzing in his body. He held on to his control with an iron grip, he had to allow himself the pleasure for the moment because it felt so sinfully good. It would be so easy to give in and just lose the bet…
“Stop stop…” Anakin whimpered weakly as Obi-Wan pulled his hand away. “Oh no…” Anakin felt his eyes welling up and his vision blurred by wetness. No no no, he cannot be starting to cry. “I’m sorry…this is so embarrassing.” He was mortified as he felt the tears roll down his temples, pooling on his ears and hair.
“Aw darling.” Obi-Wan’s free hand tenderly wiped at the tears. “You’re doing so good for me. You look so lovely and beautiful like this, I wish you could see yourself.”
“Am I doing good?” Anakin asked, mortified at how pathetic he sounded. He could not seem to help it right now.
“Yes, Anakin. You are so good. You’re always good.”
His eyes started watering again, the praise felt so good, like a fluttering in his stomach. It calmed him and brought the tension in him back down to a manageable level. The pleasant feelings from Obi-Wan’s praise gave him the second wind he needed to keep going. “Thank you, Master.”
Obi-Wan caressed his hand along Anakin’s cheek, a show of affection. “You’re not getting out of the deal.”
Anakin sighed and laughed in his throat, coming back to the air of good humor they shared. “You must really want to lose.”
“We’ll see.” Obi-Wan stroked Anakin’s damp curls, overwhelmed by his love and affection for him in that moment. Anakin was sprawled out on the sheets below him, naked and flushed, breathless. “Fucking gorgeous.” His other hand grasped the furiously red cock, resuming his ministrations once again.
“Ohhh f-fuck…” Anakin sobbed, clenching all the muscles in his body painfully. The slight pain seemed to help curb the pleasure momentarily. Anakin’s fists were balling up in the sheets, toes curling to a painful degree. He had tensed up so hard that his muscles couldn’t move, trying hard to focus on anything except the pleasurable burn permeating from his cock.
“UNGHHH…stop Obi-Wan…” Anakin could not stop whining pathetically now, squirming and trembling. “FUCK OBI-WAN…FUCK YOU…YOU’RE A CRUEL SADIST ASSHOLE PRICK BITCH MOTHERKRIFFER…” He couldn’t help the vulgar outburst that punched out of him, it helped. In fact, it felt really good. Obi-Wan was still grinning, so clearly he was not offended. “I’m sorry Obi-Wan I didn’t mean that…you’re not any of those things…I just….unggh…”
Obi-Wan just kept laughing. “It’s alright, just calm down Anakin. We’re almost done.”
Anakin just whimpered at that, even just one more round sounded like too much right now. “Really? How long as it been?”
“Uh…” Obi-Wan checked the chronometer. “About halfway through.”
Anakin almost sobbed. Dammit, he felt a tear roll down from his eye. “You said we were almost done!”
“I was wrong, I suppose. Are you hoping to give up already?”
“UGHHH no…maybe we can take…a break?” Anakin said between panting breaths.
“Absolutely no breaks. I’m not letting you go soft before we’re done.” Obi-Wan said, with that smug expression permanently plastered on his face now. He grabbed his cock yet again, eliciting a pathetic sob from Anakin’s mouth. “Just a little longer, darling. Look how well you’ve done so far. You can do it, I know you can, dear one.” Obi-Wan said with a few light strokes to Anakin’s cock. Every touch felt so overstimulating and addictive.
“You’re so cruel, Obi-Wan.” Anakin whimpered and threw his head back on the pillow. He was whining and sobbing so much now.
“I know, Anakin.”
Anakin wondered if he could speed up the process by just pretending he’s at the edge before getting there, anything to end this torture. ”O-Obi-Wan, stop…”
Obi-Wan didn’t stop. Anakin’s eyes opened wide as Obi-Wan sped up his movements. “No Obi-Wan, I’m gonna come! STOPSTOP…”
Obi-Wan finally stopped. “Did you think you could trick me?” He said with a light chuckle. Anakin just rolled his eyes in a huff.
“Maybe I’ll take back that apology.” Anakin mumbled. He was reaching the end of his rope, on the verge of tears, his cock ached so hard, and he could not seem to stop trembling as his whole body felt like it was on fire. He was so ready to finish this challenge. “Will you…let me come, when we’re done?”
“Yes, yes of course, love. I will let you come so hard, you’re going to feel it for days.” Obi-Wan was also feeling about ready to end this exercise, the way Anakin looked and sounded, the desperation in him…he wasn’t the only one feeling desperate. Obi-Wan was growing eager to finish, as he noticed his pants have been feeling tight for a while now. The more Anakin begs and whines, the worse it gets. An hour was starting to feel like too long.
Anakin gasped violently, his entire body jolted when he felt Obi-Wan touch his cock again, starting with feather light strokes and gradually growing in firmness yet again. Anakin was growing painfully hoarse with how vocal he’s been. Just a little bit longer. Obi-Wan was doing his usual pattern of gradually increasing speed and firmness in his strokes, and he gasped as his orgasm was already dangerously close to overtaking him. “Obi-Wan stop please…”
Obi-Wan immediately stopped. Anakin didn’t have a clever quip as he always does. Obi-Wan then climbed up Anakin’s body, unable to resist his desire any longer. He shoved his leggings off and straddled Anakin’s body, grasping his angry red cock in a tight grip and pressing it up against Anakin’s. He was already so close as well.
“Wait Obi-Wan…we’re not done yet! Ohhh…”
Obi-Wan pressed his lips to Anakin’s bare neck, whispering to his ear, “Oh, Anakin…You win, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you as much as I do now. Such desperation…you are so beautiful.” Obi-Wan punctuated his sweet nothings with thrusts against Anakin’s cock. “Come for me, darling.”
Anakin gazed up at Obi-Wan with a vulnerable expression, relief washing over him as he was finally allowed to let go. He had never felt such an intense orgasm in his life, his whole body feeling like it just released years of pent up energy. He came so hard, all pooling on his torso and and in the nooks of his defined muscles. There was so much. He thinks he got some in Obi-Wan’s hair. Anakin couldn’t help but laugh in total bliss, relaxed and euphoric, he felt drunk with it.
Obi-Wan was already coming as well, spurred on by the sinful view below him. He came in pulses, fluids mixing with Anakin’s on his torso.
Obi-Wan flopped on the bed next to Anakin, the universe disappearing around them for these blissful few moments. He turned to look at Anakin’s blissed out body as well, who turned to return the adoring gaze. “Obi-Wan…wow…” Anakin laughed again.
“You’re amazing, Anakin.” He leaned over to capture his lips in a soft kiss.
Anakin preened at the praise. “So…I won?”
“Anakin, it’s all about the journey, not the destination.” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle.
“You’re only saying that because you lost.”
“Well maybe I wanted to lose.”
Anakin regarded him a moment. “Why?”
“Do I really have to spell it out for you?”
“Because you’re a cruel sadist who gets off on torturing me?” Anakin half grinned.
“Because you’ve found sex to be a source of distress. I understand you may have been embarrassed by your…premature ejaculations…”
“Do you have to say it like that? Makes me feel like I’m 12 years old in sex ed.”
“Fine. Your…early orgasms. Swift emissions. Expeditious secretions.” Obi-Wan chuckled at the annoyed expression directed back at him. “I’m sorry Anakin, I don’t know a better term.”
Anakin sighed. “Okay, yes I do get embarrassed…I just want to be good in bed for you, Obi-Wan. You have such control through it all…it’s embarrassing to be so bad at that.”
“Oh Anakin…” Obi-Wan shook his head. “You’re not bad at all. You are sensual and gorgeous in bed, and I absolutely love that you find me so enticing that you struggle to hold it back. It is quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Anakin gaped back at him like he’d grown two heads. “Really? You…like it?”
“By the stars Anakin, you really don’t know how incredible you are.”
“Well…that was pretty incredible. We should do it again. I was…thinking I’d like to do that to you sometime.” Anakin smirked up at him.
“Oh that certainly would be interesting. We can try that.”
“So…when is the next Council meeting?” Anakin said with a few eyebrow raises.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. “...Later today. Anakin you can’t be serious…”
“Oh I am sorry, were we not being ‘serious’, Master? Did I not just win the bet?”
“Anakin, we were just joking around. Surely…”
“Oh I see! I undergo the torture, and you get off easy. We had a deal, Obi-Wan.”
“Anakin, surely you can’t actually expect me to…receive pleasure during an actual Council meeting. In the presence of Master Yoda!”
“That sounds pretty tough, Obi-Wan. Almost as bad as being edged for an hour.”
Obi-Wan sighed, thinking this would just be a…friendly bantering. But he realized he really did agree to this, despite the fact that he thought he would win the bet. He underestimated Anakin’s resolve. “Fine…Anakin. I’ll…wear the plug.”
Anakin smiled mischievously.
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Obi-Wan sat and stared as [I dunno, whoever] gave his report, the plug deep in his ass and constantly in his awareness. It brought him a frustrating pleasure with each small movement, perhaps he should stop shifting. He could only hope none of the Council was looking to him for his…input. Anakin sat next to him, smirking at him knowingly. He could only pray that Anakin was not planning to completely humiliate him right now. Obi-Wan was at his mercy, after all.
“General Kenobi.” His eyebrows raised, eyes widening, as he was called upon. He was so distracted right now, when he felt the vibrations start inside of him. He looked to Anakin pleadingly. “Do you have any insight on the situation?”
“I…n-no. I do not at this time.” He managed to say.
“General Kenobi, were you not present during the negotiations?”
“I-I was! But forgive me…I do not feel well today. Can we take a raincheck?” He managed to say, as the movements in his ass felt so good he couldn’t think.
“A raincheck.” He heard Master Windu say with the most incredulous tone in his voice, and Obi-Wan wanted to crawl into a hole and hide away forever. “Does it look like it’s raining, Master Kenobi?”
Obi-Wan resolved himself. He searched for his ability for compartmentalization. “No I suppose not.”
Master Windu didn’t say anything for a moment, which felt like an odd sort of torture to Obi-Wan, who could only use every iota of strength in him to hold back moaning, as the vibrator felt absolutely amazing inside him.
“Perhaps Master Kenobi is in disposed.” Obi-Wan heard Windu say, and he wanted to hide his face in all the shame. “We will discuss this later, Master Kenobi.” Obi-Wan breathed in relief as he heard Windu move on to the next item on the agenda, asking about field reports or something, he could not bring himself to care right now.
Obi-Wan looked to Anakin for some sort of mercy, perhaps. Anakin could only stare back, who was only having trouble holding back the laugh threatening to spill from his throat.
Obi-Wan couldn’t help the thrill of the shared eye contact with Anakin, it made him bashful, like he shared some sort of secret with him.
That was when Anakin provided him some modicum of mercy. The vibrations stopped, and he could take a breath. Obi-Wan sighed in such relief, when everybody stopped to look toward him. He looked to Anakin again for some sort of…support? Guidance maybe? He was at a loss.
Anakin provided him nothing.
When the meeting ended, he glared at Anakin, who could only smirk back at him.
When they had a moment alone finally in their quarters, Obi-Wan finally could speak up. “I hope you know if I get expelled, it’s all because of you.”
“I’m aware.” Anakin grinned, satisfied with himself.