Okay, I'm coming really late to this party (like, one year late, okay) but I stumbled on this prompt a few days ago and I was really itching to fill it, so I did and I wanted to share it with you. I haven't read the previous fill yet, so I'm sorry if this is somewhat similar or if it isn't and you hate it. It's mostly florn, so yeah, I hope you're into that.
The door closes with a soft thud behind Obi-Wan’s back. All his rationality stays outside, waiting patiently on the other side of the metal panel for the Jedi to come back to his senses, in a few hours. On his lips he still feels the weight of the last word he has spoken, ‘yes’, breathed out a few inches from Anakin’s lips. Such a simple word shouldn’t bring with her such a vast range of feelings, so conflicting they can break down the strongest of men. (Obi-Wan doesn’t remember the last time he saw himself as strong) Anakin smiles and caresses his face, a wild joy glittering in his blue eyes, swelling up his heart, making his lithe body shiver. It reminds Obi-Wan of simpler times, of easier concessions he had made over the years, his first sip of emerald wine, a trip to Cloud City or an immense bowl of Neuvian sundae for his eleventh birthday. Five years have passed since then, and now a dessert isn’t enough to satisfy all of Anakin’s needs. Now Anakin doesn’t ask, he demands, and Obi-Wan finds it harder and harder not to give in, until he does. This is no different than all the other times, Obi-Wan thinks to himself as Anakin wraps his arms around his shoulders. He sighs. I should have never…, a voice starts in his head, but it’s interrupted by Anakin’s lips trailing kisses along his bearded jaw. I should have known…, it tries again, but dies down when Anakin thrusts his thigh between Obi-Wan’s legs, making his breath hitch. He should have known better, years ago, but he hadn’t. He should know, now, but he doesn’t. What he does know is how warm Anakin is, pressed against his body, how light his body feels in his arms when he wraps his arms around his thin waist and lifts him up, how pretty he is when he lies him down on the bed, a mischievous smile tainting his otherwise angelic features. «Anakin, are you sure of this?» Obi-Wan asks, equally hoping and fearing that the boy would change his mind before it’s too late. But Anakin nods. «Master, I’m sure. I want this, I’m ready.» His voice is shivering with excitement, and in his mind Obi-Wan doesn’t sense the faintest trace of doubt or fear. Only trust and love and lust, coming out of him in inebriating waves lapping at the shores of Obi-Wan’s consciousness. «I want this,» Anakin repeats softly, reaching out to caress the other’s cheek. Obi-Wan leans into his touch for a brief moment before sighing and leaning down to kiss him gently. He expects the boy to be clumsy and inexperienced, but Anakin surprises him by promptly parting his lips and licking into his mouth with enthusiasm that quickly turns into passion. He wraps his arms around his Master’s shoulders once again and Obi-Wan has to prop his forearms on the bed on both sides of the other’s head in order not to fall on him. «Maybe I should be on top,» Anakin suggests when they part. Obi-Wan snorts. «Don’t be so eager, my Padawan,» he replies with a smirk before kissing him again. He hates to admit how much he likes the touch of his lips, far softer and sweeter that he could ever imagine. Anakin laughs and suddenly slips from under him and crawls backward to sit on the pillows with his back propped up against the headboard. «I can’t help it, Master,» he says with a smirk, undoing his belt. «I want you too much,» he purrs and his smile softens, and even though he’s teasing, Obi-Wan can sense that he’s telling the truth. He senses the depth of his desire, that isn’t just driven by his curiosity or his young age, but that’s strictly intertwined with the purest affection, glowing in his hearth like a sun, and just as scorching. There’s nobody in the entire galaxy whom Anakin loves and respects more than his Master and that’s why he’s in his bed tonight, why he wants him to take his virginity. The sound of the belt hitting the floor makes Obi-Wan snap back to the present, in which Anakin is removing his obi and tabard. The Jedi Knight is quick to go help him, kneeling on the bed in front of him. The two strips of fabric soon fall over the edge of the bed and Anakin’s tunic opens to reveal he’s not wearing anything underneath. He grins at his Master’s surprise and leans in to kiss him, briefly, for added shock value. «You didn’t forget to wash your under tunic again, did you?» Obi-Wan asks and Anakin laughs softly in response. He takes his hand and places it on his chest. Obi-Wan can feel his heart hammering under his palm as he caresses the boy's smooth skin. He glides down his lean body, following the soft lines that define the muscles he's been building up lately, lingering on the scratches and bruises from his combat training and stopping lastly at the bottom of his tum, where a short trail of soft, pale blond hair peeks from the low waist of his trousers. He lifts his eyes on Anakin to see him staring down at his hand and nibbling at his lower lip. Obi-Wan smiles as his Padawan looks up with his breath short and his eyes wide and expectant. The Jedi Master leans in to give him a slow, lingering kiss, sucking on his lower lip where he tastes a faint trace of blood, before moving to his jaw, up to his ear and down his neck to his shoulders, relishing in hearing Anakin hold his breath and squirm at every kiss. He pauses when he meets the edge of the fabric and helps the boy take off his tunic. As he stops to take in the sight of his half naked Padawan, Anakin suddenly frowns and clicks his tongue before reaching out to start undressing his Master. Obi-Wan chuckles softly and watches him fumble with the strips of fabric around his waist. He shrugs off his tunic and lets Anakin remove the inner one, shivering at his hands brush along his arms. Anakin drops the clothes on the floor and then pauses, gawking at his Master, awe and uncertainty in his blue eyes. He leans forward and kisses Obi-Wan on his neck, a brief touch with trembling lips. Then he tries to mimic what the other just did to him, slow and hesitant at first, but gaining confidence as he hears his reactions. Obi-Wan remains still and lets him wander all over his chest, lets him explore his body and discover his abilities. Maybe he occasionally exaggerates his gasps to encourage him, but there's nothing untrue to the breathy moan that escapes his mouth as Anakin sucks one of his nipples, nor he's faking the shudders he gets when the boy trails his tongue along his collarbones before nibbling at his Adam's apple. Seeing his content smile after that is as rewarding as the physical pleasure he gives him. They look at each other with mirroring grins and they lean in at the exact same time, meeting in the middle and laughing as they kiss. Anakin lets himself fall on the bed and pulls Obi-Wan with him, so that he's pressed against him. The Jedi feels his Padawan's erection pressed against his thigh and suddenly his mouth goes dry. Sensing his Master's change of emotion, Anakin caresses his hair gently. «Don't be afraid, Master. I told you, I'm ready,» he whispers staring right into his eyes. «I want this.» He kisses him and Obi-Wan finds the courage to slip down a hand and palm his bulge through his pants. Anakin moans into his mouth and nods. «This,» he purrs. Obi-Wan bites his lips, softly, and runs his fingers along the other's length, stopping right before the tip. «And this,» Anakin mutters, rocking his hips into his Master's hand and moaning again. Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, trying to find within himself the strength to maintain control. When he opens his eyes, Anakin is staring at him with a crooked grin as he bites his lower lips and the older Jedi groans, equally frustrated and amused by how much that boy is able to turn him on. «You shouldn’t tease me so much, my young Padawan,» he says, his voice a low growl coming from gritted teeth, a few inches away from Anakin’s face. «But I like it, Master,» Anakin replies defiantly, slightly pouting his lips. «Do you want me to lose control?» Obi-Wan asks, getting closer, trying to keep a straight face but being unable to hold back a grin. Anakin’s eyes light up at those words and his smile widens. «I do, Master,» he purrs, nuzzling his beard before biting the soft skin under his ear. «As you wish, then,» the Jedi Master snarls, keeping his voice down to hide the fact that it’s shaking, before pulling himself up abruptly. He straddles Anakin’s legs and grasps the fabric of his loose fitting trousers. He feels under his fingers that he’s not wearing his small clothes underneath and smiles despite himself, wondering briefly where and when his Padawan might have learned this things. He doesn’t give himself the chance to hesitate, though, and with a Forceful tug, he rips Anakin’s pants apart, grinning when the boy gasps in surprise both at the gesture and the sudden rush of cold to his private parts. He instinctively tries to bring his hands to cover himself, but Obi-Wan intercepts them and keeps them away, pinning his wrists on the bed as he lowers to place quick, tingly kisses down his hipbone. He keeps his senses alert, ready to stop at the first trace of discomfort from Anakin, but he only feels his growing arousal, engulfing his entire consciousness, as warm and throbbing as his erection, now barely two inches away from Obi-Wan’s face. The Jedi Master looks up at his Padawan and their eyes lock together as he takes him into his mouth, sliding down until his nose is nuzzling the short, soft curls at the base, and then sucking hard. Anakin chokes on his moan, his back arching upwards as Obi-Wan wraps his tongue around him and comes up to the tip, where he sucks again. «Master!» Anakin cries out, breathless. It’s almost too easy, Obi-Wan thinks as he tilts his head to the side and grins, asking innocently: «Yes?» Anakin doesn’t reply, but he lies still, panting and staring at the ceiling. «Should I stop?» Obi-Wan asks seriously, letting go of his hands, voice streaked with worry. Anakin looks at him and shakes his head. «No, Master. Please, go on,» he whines and Obi-Wan almost laughs from the relief as he understands that his naive Padawan is just struggling to deal with the overwhelming mix of sensation he’s receiving. «If you ever need me to pause or stop or slow down just state it clearly, okay?» he says nonetheless and Anakin nods with decision. «Yes, Master. I’m sorry I startled you,» he adds and Obi-Wan just smiles and shrugs his shoulders in response as he goes down on him again, easier this time. He traces swirling patterns with his tongue on his warm skin, registering all his reactions, lingering over the spots that make him gasp or moan softly, holding him still as he squirms and caressing his hands when they clench the sheets. Anakin’s mind feels mushy, hazy from the overload of pleasure and aching for a release that feels at the same time impending and countless light years ahead. Obi-Wan mouth is working skilfully around his weak spots, trying to keep things under control, to give them as much time as possible. «Can you do what you did before?» he stammers as his Master is nibbling at the sensitive bridge of skin between his balls and his cock. Obi-Wan chuckles and obeys, bringing his lips around his glans and sucking softly as his tongue tickles the tiny hole on the tip. He’s glad that Anakin is gaining enough confidence to ask for what he wants, but he’s careful not to give him too much, keeping his arousal under a certain level. He slides up and down his cock a couple of times and Anakin brings a hand to grasp his auburn hair, tugging lightly at hit in a way that sends shivers down the other’s spine. Obi-Wan pulls up with a sigh, taking his time to admire naked Anakin sprawled in front of him, sweaty and panting and flushed. All of his worries are forgotten in front of such a beautiful sight and there’s no place for guilt as his heart swells up with the profound affection he feels for the boy. «Master?» Anakin calls him, looking up at him. «Mh?» «Will you take off your trousers, please?» the boy asks softly, so innocently it almost doesn’t sound as if he’s asking him to get naked, and the other can’t help but laugh. «Why, is there something you want to see?» he teases and Anakin grins wildly and nods. «Definitely. And I don’t like that you’re keeping it from me,» he plays along, sitting up and placing his hands on his Master’s hips. Obi-Wan leans down close to his face and whispers: «Then I guess you’ll have to come find it.» He kisses him, plunging his tongue deeply into his open mouth while holding his face with a hand. Anakin doesn’t let it distract him from his aim. He slips his hands over the hem of his trousers and pulls them down all at once, exposing the other’s still limp dick and starting stroking it hesitantly. Obi-Wan uses the Force to pull his pants down completely and drop them on the floor, before he deepens the kiss, bringing a hand behind his head and an arm around his waist to pull him up. Anakin slips out from under his legs to stand on his knees as he’s pressed up against him. They’re almost the same eight now, Obi-Wan notices as Anakin brings up a hand to ruffle his hair with one hand while he strokes him slowly with the other. Anakin notices it as well and it gives his confidence a significant boost. He’s grinning when he breaks from the kiss and starts trailing his lips down the other’s neck. He stops to leave a mark in the shallow nook between the base of his neck and his collarbone, before going on onto his shoulders, kissing and sucking, and down his chest. His body hair tickle his lips, but he doesn’t stop until he reaches his nipple. There he lingers, dragging the tip of his tongue around if before closing his teeth around it and sucking, careful not to bite. Obi-Wan moans loudly, surprised at his Padawan’s creativity, and Anakin can feel his cock grow harder in his hand as he keeps rubbing it. «This is good,» Obi-Wan mutters, more to himself than to the other, but Anakin smiles nonetheless, appreciating his praise. He brings a hand to fondle the other nipple as he dares to close his teeth slowly around the one he’s sucking. «Bite it,» he hears his rough voice order as his hand strengthens the grip on his head. Anakin obeys hesitantly and is surprised to hear him actually moan as he bites down on the turgid skin. He could have never imagined his Master was aroused by pain, but he wasn’t in the place to judge him. As he lets go of his nipple to continue his journey down his abdomen, he alternates kisses and small bites, leaving small crescents all over his pale skin and admiring the way their redness pops up among older scars and scratches. By the time he’s reached his hipbone, he’s forced to lean on his forearms and his ass is sticking up in the air, his smooth back arched downward in a way that makes Obi-Wan tingle inside. He looks down to watch Anakin hold his cock up and wrap his thin lips around it, sliding down slowly, staring into his Master’s eyes, until the tip hits the back of his throat. Then he starts going back and forth, his Padawan’s braid swinging wildly, holding the base firmly with one hand as he fondles the balls with the other. Obi-Wan closes his eyes and tilts his head backwards, running his fingers through his Padawan’s short hair and letting himself enjoy the moment.
Re: Second fill 1/2
The door closes with a soft thud behind Obi-Wan’s back. All his rationality stays outside, waiting patiently on the other side of the metal panel for the Jedi to come back to his senses, in a few hours.
On his lips he still feels the weight of the last word he has spoken, ‘yes’, breathed out a few inches from Anakin’s lips. Such a simple word shouldn’t bring with her such a vast range of feelings, so conflicting they can break down the strongest of men.
(Obi-Wan doesn’t remember the last time he saw himself as strong)
Anakin smiles and caresses his face, a wild joy glittering in his blue eyes, swelling up his heart, making his lithe body shiver.
It reminds Obi-Wan of simpler times, of easier concessions he had made over the years, his first sip of emerald wine, a trip to Cloud City or an immense bowl of Neuvian sundae for his eleventh birthday.
Five years have passed since then, and now a dessert isn’t enough to satisfy all of Anakin’s needs. Now Anakin doesn’t ask, he demands, and Obi-Wan finds it harder and harder not to give in, until he does.
This is no different than all the other times, Obi-Wan thinks to himself as Anakin wraps his arms around his shoulders. He sighs. I should have never…, a voice starts in his head, but it’s interrupted by Anakin’s lips trailing kisses along his bearded jaw. I should have known…, it tries again, but dies down when Anakin thrusts his thigh between Obi-Wan’s legs, making his breath hitch.
He should have known better, years ago, but he hadn’t. He should know, now, but he doesn’t.
What he does know is how warm Anakin is, pressed against his body, how light his body feels in his arms when he wraps his arms around his thin waist and lifts him up, how pretty he is when he lies him down on the bed, a mischievous smile tainting his otherwise angelic features.
«Anakin, are you sure of this?» Obi-Wan asks, equally hoping and fearing that the boy would change his mind before it’s too late. But Anakin nods.
«Master, I’m sure. I want this, I’m ready.» His voice is shivering with excitement, and in his mind Obi-Wan doesn’t sense the faintest trace of doubt or fear. Only trust and love and lust, coming out of him in inebriating waves lapping at the shores of Obi-Wan’s consciousness.
«I want this,» Anakin repeats softly, reaching out to caress the other’s cheek. Obi-Wan leans into his touch for a brief moment before sighing and leaning down to kiss him gently. He expects the boy to be clumsy and inexperienced, but Anakin surprises him by promptly parting his lips and licking into his mouth with enthusiasm that quickly turns into passion.
He wraps his arms around his Master’s shoulders once again and Obi-Wan has to prop his forearms on the bed on both sides of the other’s head in order not to fall on him.
«Maybe I should be on top,» Anakin suggests when they part. Obi-Wan snorts.
«Don’t be so eager, my Padawan,» he replies with a smirk before kissing him again. He hates to admit how much he likes the touch of his lips, far softer and sweeter that he could ever imagine.
Anakin laughs and suddenly slips from under him and crawls backward to sit on the pillows with his back propped up against the headboard.
«I can’t help it, Master,» he says with a smirk, undoing his belt. «I want you too much,» he purrs and his smile softens, and even though he’s teasing, Obi-Wan can sense that he’s telling the truth.
He senses the depth of his desire, that isn’t just driven by his curiosity or his young age, but that’s strictly intertwined with the purest affection, glowing in his hearth like a sun, and just as scorching.
There’s nobody in the entire galaxy whom Anakin loves and respects more than his Master and that’s why he’s in his bed tonight, why he wants him to take his virginity.
The sound of the belt hitting the floor makes Obi-Wan snap back to the present, in which Anakin is removing his obi and tabard. The Jedi Knight is quick to go help him, kneeling on the bed in front of him.
The two strips of fabric soon fall over the edge of the bed and Anakin’s tunic opens to reveal he’s not wearing anything underneath. He grins at his Master’s surprise and leans in to kiss him, briefly, for added shock value.
«You didn’t forget to wash your under tunic again, did you?» Obi-Wan asks and Anakin laughs softly in response. He takes his hand and places it on his chest.
Obi-Wan can feel his heart hammering under his palm as he caresses the boy's smooth skin. He glides down his lean body, following the soft lines that define the muscles he's been building up lately, lingering on the scratches and bruises from his combat training and stopping lastly at the bottom of his tum, where a short trail of soft, pale blond hair peeks from the low waist of his trousers.
He lifts his eyes on Anakin to see him staring down at his hand and nibbling at his lower lip.
Obi-Wan smiles as his Padawan looks up with his breath short and his eyes wide and expectant.
The Jedi Master leans in to give him a slow, lingering kiss, sucking on his lower lip where he tastes a faint trace of blood, before moving to his jaw, up to his ear and down his neck to his shoulders, relishing in hearing Anakin hold his breath and squirm at every kiss.
He pauses when he meets the edge of the fabric and helps the boy take off his tunic. As he stops to take in the sight of his half naked Padawan, Anakin suddenly frowns and clicks his tongue before reaching out to start undressing his Master.
Obi-Wan chuckles softly and watches him fumble with the strips of fabric around his waist. He shrugs off his tunic and lets Anakin remove the inner one, shivering at his hands brush along his arms.
Anakin drops the clothes on the floor and then pauses, gawking at his Master, awe and uncertainty in his blue eyes. He leans forward and kisses Obi-Wan on his neck, a brief touch with trembling lips. Then he tries to mimic what the other just did to him, slow and hesitant at first, but gaining confidence as he hears his reactions.
Obi-Wan remains still and lets him wander all over his chest, lets him explore his body and discover his abilities.
Maybe he occasionally exaggerates his gasps to encourage him, but there's nothing untrue to the breathy moan that escapes his mouth as Anakin sucks one of his nipples, nor he's faking the shudders he gets when the boy trails his tongue along his collarbones before nibbling at his Adam's apple.
Seeing his content smile after that is as rewarding as the physical pleasure he gives him.
They look at each other with mirroring grins and they lean in at the exact same time, meeting in the middle and laughing as they kiss. Anakin lets himself fall on the bed and pulls Obi-Wan with him, so that he's pressed against him. The Jedi feels his Padawan's erection pressed against his thigh and suddenly his mouth goes dry.
Sensing his Master's change of emotion, Anakin caresses his hair gently.
«Don't be afraid, Master. I told you, I'm ready,» he whispers staring right into his eyes. «I want this.» He kisses him and Obi-Wan finds the courage to slip down a hand and palm his bulge through his pants. Anakin moans into his mouth and nods. «This,» he purrs. Obi-Wan bites his lips, softly, and runs his fingers along the other's length, stopping right before the tip. «And this,» Anakin mutters, rocking his hips into his Master's hand and moaning again.
Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, trying to find within himself the strength to maintain control. When he opens his eyes, Anakin is staring at him with a crooked grin as he bites his lower lips and the older Jedi groans, equally frustrated and amused by how much that boy is able to turn him on.
«You shouldn’t tease me so much, my young Padawan,» he says, his voice a low growl coming from gritted teeth, a few inches away from Anakin’s face.
«But I like it, Master,» Anakin replies defiantly, slightly pouting his lips.
«Do you want me to lose control?» Obi-Wan asks, getting closer, trying to keep a straight face but being unable to hold back a grin. Anakin’s eyes light up at those words and his smile widens.
«I do, Master,» he purrs, nuzzling his beard before biting the soft skin under his ear.
«As you wish, then,» the Jedi Master snarls, keeping his voice down to hide the fact that it’s shaking, before pulling himself up abruptly. He straddles Anakin’s legs and grasps the fabric of his loose fitting trousers. He feels under his fingers that he’s not wearing his small clothes underneath and smiles despite himself, wondering briefly where and when his Padawan might have learned this things.
He doesn’t give himself the chance to hesitate, though, and with a Forceful tug, he rips Anakin’s pants apart, grinning when the boy gasps in surprise both at the gesture and the sudden rush of cold to his private parts. He instinctively tries to bring his hands to cover himself, but Obi-Wan intercepts them and keeps them away, pinning his wrists on the bed as he lowers to place quick, tingly kisses down his hipbone.
He keeps his senses alert, ready to stop at the first trace of discomfort from Anakin, but he only feels his growing arousal, engulfing his entire consciousness, as warm and throbbing as his erection, now barely two inches away from Obi-Wan’s face.
The Jedi Master looks up at his Padawan and their eyes lock together as he takes him into his mouth, sliding down until his nose is nuzzling the short, soft curls at the base, and then sucking hard. Anakin chokes on his moan, his back arching upwards as Obi-Wan wraps his tongue around him and comes up to the tip, where he sucks again.
«Master!» Anakin cries out, breathless.
It’s almost too easy, Obi-Wan thinks as he tilts his head to the side and grins, asking innocently: «Yes?»
Anakin doesn’t reply, but he lies still, panting and staring at the ceiling.
«Should I stop?» Obi-Wan asks seriously, letting go of his hands, voice streaked with worry. Anakin looks at him and shakes his head.
«No, Master. Please, go on,» he whines and Obi-Wan almost laughs from the relief as he understands that his naive Padawan is just struggling to deal with the overwhelming mix of sensation he’s receiving.
«If you ever need me to pause or stop or slow down just state it clearly, okay?» he says nonetheless and Anakin nods with decision.
«Yes, Master. I’m sorry I startled you,» he adds and Obi-Wan just smiles and shrugs his shoulders in response as he goes down on him again, easier this time.
He traces swirling patterns with his tongue on his warm skin, registering all his reactions, lingering over the spots that make him gasp or moan softly, holding him still as he squirms and caressing his hands when they clench the sheets.
Anakin’s mind feels mushy, hazy from the overload of pleasure and aching for a release that feels at the same time impending and countless light years ahead. Obi-Wan mouth is working skilfully around his weak spots, trying to keep things under control, to give them as much time as possible.
«Can you do what you did before?» he stammers as his Master is nibbling at the sensitive bridge of skin between his balls and his cock. Obi-Wan chuckles and obeys, bringing his lips around his glans and sucking softly as his tongue tickles the tiny hole on the tip.
He’s glad that Anakin is gaining enough confidence to ask for what he wants, but he’s careful not to give him too much, keeping his arousal under a certain level. He slides up and down his cock a couple of times and Anakin brings a hand to grasp his auburn hair, tugging lightly at hit in a way that sends shivers down the other’s spine.
Obi-Wan pulls up with a sigh, taking his time to admire naked Anakin sprawled in front of him, sweaty and panting and flushed. All of his worries are forgotten in front of such a beautiful sight and there’s no place for guilt as his heart swells up with the profound affection he feels for the boy.
«Master?» Anakin calls him, looking up at him.
«Mh?»
«Will you take off your trousers, please?» the boy asks softly, so innocently it almost doesn’t sound as if he’s asking him to get naked, and the other can’t help but laugh.
«Why, is there something you want to see?» he teases and Anakin grins wildly and nods.
«Definitely. And I don’t like that you’re keeping it from me,» he plays along, sitting up and placing his hands on his Master’s hips. Obi-Wan leans down close to his face and whispers:
«Then I guess you’ll have to come find it.» He kisses him, plunging his tongue deeply into his open mouth while holding his face with a hand.
Anakin doesn’t let it distract him from his aim. He slips his hands over the hem of his trousers and pulls them down all at once, exposing the other’s still limp dick and starting stroking it hesitantly. Obi-Wan uses the Force to pull his pants down completely and drop them on the floor, before he deepens the kiss, bringing a hand behind his head and an arm around his waist to pull him up. Anakin slips out from under his legs to stand on his knees as he’s pressed up against him.
They’re almost the same eight now, Obi-Wan notices as Anakin brings up a hand to ruffle his hair with one hand while he strokes him slowly with the other.
Anakin notices it as well and it gives his confidence a significant boost. He’s grinning when he breaks from the kiss and starts trailing his lips down the other’s neck. He stops to leave a mark in the shallow nook between the base of his neck and his collarbone, before going on onto his shoulders, kissing and sucking, and down his chest.
His body hair tickle his lips, but he doesn’t stop until he reaches his nipple. There he lingers, dragging the tip of his tongue around if before closing his teeth around it and sucking, careful not to bite.
Obi-Wan moans loudly, surprised at his Padawan’s creativity, and Anakin can feel his cock grow harder in his hand as he keeps rubbing it.
«This is good,» Obi-Wan mutters, more to himself than to the other, but Anakin smiles nonetheless, appreciating his praise. He brings a hand to fondle the other nipple as he dares to close his teeth slowly around the one he’s sucking.
«Bite it,» he hears his rough voice order as his hand strengthens the grip on his head. Anakin obeys hesitantly and is surprised to hear him actually moan as he bites down on the turgid skin.
He could have never imagined his Master was aroused by pain, but he wasn’t in the place to judge him. As he lets go of his nipple to continue his journey down his abdomen, he alternates kisses and small bites, leaving small crescents all over his pale skin and admiring the way their redness pops up among older scars and scratches.
By the time he’s reached his hipbone, he’s forced to lean on his forearms and his ass is sticking up in the air, his smooth back arched downward in a way that makes Obi-Wan tingle inside.
He looks down to watch Anakin hold his cock up and wrap his thin lips around it, sliding down slowly, staring into his Master’s eyes, until the tip hits the back of his throat. Then he starts going back and forth, his Padawan’s braid swinging wildly, holding the base firmly with one hand as he fondles the balls with the other. Obi-Wan closes his eyes and tilts his head backwards, running his fingers through his Padawan’s short hair and letting himself enjoy the moment.