Obi-wan tilted his head back and watched Anakin through his own thighs, smirking as the young man strained against his bonds. “It feels good,” he purred. Anakin gave a broken moan. “Please…” Obi-wan grinned and tipped his head back on the pillows, focusing on the sensations between his legs. He massaged his inner walls and bit his lip hard as he found his own sweet spot, toes curling in pleasure. He slipped a third finger inside, a brief flash of discomfort replaced by the slow burn of fullness that radiated through his belly, and a whine slipped from his lips. “You’ve made your point,” Anakin panted. The poor boy looked painfully hard in his pants. “Now let me help.” Obi-wan pretended to consider him, his legs shivering as he nudged the place inside him again with his knuckles. He let out a gasp that wound into a needy moan just to watch Anakin’s mouth drop into a little ‘o’ of desperation. He continued to rub and press inside himself, pausing once to retract his fingers to gather more lube. His muscles fluttered around nothing until Obi-wan slid all three fingers back in with a slick sound. He groaned deep in his throat, a noise Anakin echoed. “Please master,” Anakin pleaded.
“Oh but Anakin,” Obi-wan smirked, and reached out with his free hand to pick something up from the floor under the bed, the force trembling from his fingers to retrieve the object. Obi-wan curled his hand around the dildo and Anakin’s eyes widened. “I can please myself just fine alone.” “Master,” he gasped. Obi-wan pulled his fingers from his body with a quiet moan, his muscles pulsing with need. There was an ache between his legs only a thick length could fill. Obi-wan slicked the dildo and slid it between his thighs, leaving wet smears along his skin. “Please Obi-wan,” Anakin repeated, pleading for something he couldn’t verbalise. Obi-wan pushed the tip of the toy against his ass, feeling his muscles briefly clench. He willed himself to relax and with a slick noise the head entered him. Obi-wan let a moan slip free, his legs falling open further. The dildo wasn’t as long or thick as Anakin was but it was a reasonable enough size to fill him, and Obi-wan rolled his hips desperately to impale himself on the toy. Anakin was watching with lidded eyes, soft pants brushing his lips. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and the muscles in his arms stood up as he strained against his restraints. He was beautiful, raw strength and power contained at Obi-wan’s will. That Anakin let him control him was a sign of trust that only heightened everything that happened between them. There was also the exciting edge of danger; Obi-wan often wondered if one day Anakin’s primal power would take over and consume them both.
Obi-wan bought himself out of his appreciative musings when the tip of the toy nudged against his sweet spot. His legs quivered and he moaned brokenly, splaying his thighs and arching his back to give Anakin the best view. The dildo was all the way inside him, and although Obi-wan felt pleasantly full, he wasn’t stuffed full the way he would be on Anakin’s cock. His eyes dropped to Anakin’s crotch and he licked his lips. “What do you want Anakin?” he asked, leisurely fucking himself with the toy. It took Anakin a moment to drag his gaze from between Obi-wan’s legs to his face. “You know what I want.” Obi-wan smirked. “But I’d like to hear you ask.” Anakin swallowed hard. “I’d like to fuck you, please master.” “That’s an—mmm, intriguing answer but I’m not sure you’ve learnt your lesson yet.” “Don’t distract Obi-wan when he’s working,” Anakin said meekly, and Obi-wan recognised the ‘kicked puppy’ face on his former padawan. For a moment he considered toying with Anakin further but he was really rather looking forward to Anakin’s cock and he’d been very good for the rest of the evening. “Very well.” With a flick of his free hand Obi-wan untied the knots holding Anakin back with the force. He pulled the dildo free with a quiet moan and tossed it aside, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch Anakin. He smirked at the younger man. “Have me.”
MASTER POST [FILL 3/4] Obi-Wan is a sassy cockslut-Topping from the Bottom! (Anakin/Obi-Wan)
Obi-wan tilted his head back and watched Anakin through his own thighs, smirking as the young man strained against his bonds.
“It feels good,” he purred.
Anakin gave a broken moan. “Please…”
Obi-wan grinned and tipped his head back on the pillows, focusing on the sensations between his legs. He massaged his inner walls and bit his lip hard as he found his own sweet spot, toes curling in pleasure. He slipped a third finger inside, a brief flash of discomfort replaced by the slow burn of fullness that radiated through his belly, and a whine slipped from his lips.
“You’ve made your point,” Anakin panted. The poor boy looked painfully hard in his pants. “Now let me help.”
Obi-wan pretended to consider him, his legs shivering as he nudged the place inside him again with his knuckles. He let out a gasp that wound into a needy moan just to watch Anakin’s mouth drop into a little ‘o’ of desperation. He continued to rub and press inside himself, pausing once to retract his fingers to gather more lube. His muscles fluttered around nothing until Obi-wan slid all three fingers back in with a slick sound. He groaned deep in his throat, a noise Anakin echoed.
“Please master,” Anakin pleaded.
“Oh but Anakin,” Obi-wan smirked, and reached out with his free hand to pick something up from the floor under the bed, the force trembling from his fingers to retrieve the object. Obi-wan curled his hand around the dildo and Anakin’s eyes widened. “I can please myself just fine alone.”
“Master,” he gasped.
Obi-wan pulled his fingers from his body with a quiet moan, his muscles pulsing with need. There was an ache between his legs only a thick length could fill. Obi-wan slicked the dildo and slid it between his thighs, leaving wet smears along his skin.
“Please Obi-wan,” Anakin repeated, pleading for something he couldn’t verbalise.
Obi-wan pushed the tip of the toy against his ass, feeling his muscles briefly clench. He willed himself to relax and with a slick noise the head entered him. Obi-wan let a moan slip free, his legs falling open further. The dildo wasn’t as long or thick as Anakin was but it was a reasonable enough size to fill him, and Obi-wan rolled his hips desperately to impale himself on the toy.
Anakin was watching with lidded eyes, soft pants brushing his lips. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and the muscles in his arms stood up as he strained against his restraints. He was beautiful, raw strength and power contained at Obi-wan’s will. That Anakin let him control him was a sign of trust that only heightened everything that happened between them. There was also the exciting edge of danger; Obi-wan often wondered if one day Anakin’s primal power would take over and consume them both.
Obi-wan bought himself out of his appreciative musings when the tip of the toy nudged against his sweet spot. His legs quivered and he moaned brokenly, splaying his thighs and arching his back to give Anakin the best view. The dildo was all the way inside him, and although Obi-wan felt pleasantly full, he wasn’t stuffed full the way he would be on Anakin’s cock. His eyes dropped to Anakin’s crotch and he licked his lips.
“What do you want Anakin?” he asked, leisurely fucking himself with the toy.
It took Anakin a moment to drag his gaze from between Obi-wan’s legs to his face. “You know what I want.”
Obi-wan smirked. “But I’d like to hear you ask.”
Anakin swallowed hard. “I’d like to fuck you, please master.”
“That’s an—mmm, intriguing answer but I’m not sure you’ve learnt your lesson yet.”
“Don’t distract Obi-wan when he’s working,” Anakin said meekly, and Obi-wan recognised the ‘kicked puppy’ face on his former padawan. For a moment he considered toying with Anakin further but he was really rather looking forward to Anakin’s cock and he’d been very good for the rest of the evening.
“Very well.” With a flick of his free hand Obi-wan untied the knots holding Anakin back with the force. He pulled the dildo free with a quiet moan and tossed it aside, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch Anakin.
He smirked at the younger man. “Have me.”