I have more! No worries! Getting to actual sex, but I love horny young dumb Anakin shenanigans.


Anakin was fourteen when it started.
It was the middle of the night, Obiwan had stayed out on a mission, Anakin had stayed in their quarters for studying. Obiwan came home to a naked fourteen year old in his bed.
“Master, please,” He rolled over and batted his eyelashes, obviously knowing what he was doing. “Let me sleep with you,”
“Anakin, no,” He deftly pointed at the door. He was tired, too tired to be shocked shenanigans. He would process this in the morning.
“But you always let me sleep with you when I was younger,”
Obiwan sighed and yanked back the covers letting the cold air do it’s work to get the naked teenager out of his bed and sending him scurrying back to his own room.
This was not the kind of sleeping that had been done five years ago with a fully clothed child with vicious nightmares.
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A few weeks later Anakin climbed into the freshener with him. The youth grabbed a sponge and started sudsing up his back, stepping closer he reached around to sudze his master’s chest, pressing his naked form against Obiwan’s back. Obiwan tensed.
“Anakin, get out,”
Anakin winced, gradually lowering the sponge, stepping off into his own corner to finish showering.
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After that, on a minor mission Anakin kept trying to push his body closer to Obiwan. Shoulder to shoulder as they moved around corners, Crouching around his back, Backing into him when he felt the need to retreat. So much touching.
“Anakin, will you stop?”
Anakin grinned weakly, guiltily.
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After a particularly exerting saber practice Anakin took Obiwan’s hand and placed it on his frantically beating heart, slipping it casually into his tunics. Obiwan smiled, and Anakin smiled back, slowly shifting the hand to brush over a firm nipple.
Obiwan jerked his hand away.
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Obiwan was scolding him now. Not for his constant advances, but for some other thing, Anakin wasn’t paying attention; it could have been anything really. His master’s face was red, begging him to have some common sense, some respect. Anakin hid his face in his arms, Obiwan grabbed him by the wrist.
“Are you listening to me?!”
Anakin looked at him defiantly, then smoothly leaned over the table and planted a kiss on his lips. Quick. Short. Chaste. Probably not listening to Obiwan.
“Uggghhhh! I don’t know what to do with you!” Obiwan threw his wrist and stormed off.
Anakin shrugged to no one, propping his face on his hands, watching his master leave. This was kinda fun.
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He tried the bed again, this time with his master already in it. He was in his sleep tunic and nothing else. Barefeet padded into his Master’s room.
Obiwan was already asleep, hair laying messily across the pillow. Good. Easy prey.
Walking up to the bed he swung a leg over and straddled his master, layers of blankets between them.
Obiwan awoke instantly, shocked, lower body pinned down by his Padawan.
“Anakin, what are you doing here?”
“I was lonely,” Anakin looked at the blankets, soft pout on his face,
“You have your own bed,” Obiwan propped himself up on his elbows, trying to be firm, but more confused than anything. He was still concerned about the boy’s nightmares, and tried his best to help.
“I can’t,” Anakin licked his lips nervously, “I’d rather sleep with you,”
“I can tell. Can you tell me Anakin, what has gotten into you lately?” He was tired and just wanted to go to bed. If it was nightmares he would cave in and let the boy sleep here on separate layers of blankets.
“Puberty,”
….Obiwan shook his head. He hadn’t heard that.
“I want you Master. I want you to hold me,”
Obiwan sighed shaking his head, “I understand you’re young Anakin, I-“
“-I want you master,” His blue eyes were enough to drown in. “I need you. Let me be with you,”
“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,”
“I know what I want,”
“Then tell me what you want, just to make sure I’m not assuming the worst in you,”
“I want you to have sex with me,”
Obiwan sighed lookin down, close to laughing and crying, “I thought so…..You’re too young, Anakin. Why am I always right?,”
Anakin fixed him with a look, “You and Quigon slept together.” He stated accursedly.
“I was much older than you the first time me and Quigon slept together,”
“How old were you?” He pried, leaning in closer, letting his sleep tunic slip down his chest in a way that would have been tantalizing if Obiwan was interested…
“Eighteen,”
Anakin’s eyes bugged out, falling forward a little bit for emphasis, “I’d die if I wait that long!”
Obiwan chuckled, “It’s a good exercise in self control. You can always find someone closer to your own age, or take care of the problem yourself.”
“It’s not as fun myself,” Anakin shook his head, “I want you, master.”
“Well, you’re too young for me.”
Anakin pouted, “Well, what about when I’m fifteen?” Then he looked like he had an idea, “For a birthday gift?” Obiwan hated that look.
“You don’t give someone that for a birthday gift,”
“For a teenage boy you do,”
“Oh god, Anakin, no. Ok? No.”
“How about we do everything but sex?” He rolled his hips over the blanket grinning.
‘No, my very young Padawan,”
“Please Master?”
Obiwan grumbled, how was he going to get out of this?
He breathed, “You want to put your clothes on, go back to your room, and forget about it,” ….It was worth a shot.
Anakin stared at him blankly before cracking up laughing, rolling over beside him, cradling his arm. “I’m sorry, I want this too much to be weakminded about it,”
Damnit
“For my birthday?”
Obiwan sighed, “…..Maybe….Can I just go to bed now?”
Anakin curled into his shoulder smiling, giving him a small peck on the cheek, purring. “Can I stay here tonight?”
Obiwan grumbled, “Only if you stay under your own covers,”