Someone wrote in [community profile] starwarskinkmeme 2016-02-09 01:45 am (UTC)

Re: FILL (4/4) Obi-Wan/Anakin, bottom!Anakin, underage, first time

AAANNNDDD DONE! Damn, I'm really sad to see this fic end. I was having so much fun with it. Underage brat Anakin is particularly yummy ;p I wrote you 4 more pages of porn. about 4,000 words in all now. Whooot! Hope you enjoy! (Took more rimming into account because both you and me seem to have that kink ;3 ) An edited up version will be posted on A03 sometime, with touched up sex scenes.

“Ah-Ahhhhhhhmmm! –stop touching me there! I thought you were going to fuck me!”
“I am fucking you!”
“You’re fucking me with your tongue!”
“Yeah, and you love it. Look how wet you’ve gotten the sheets,”
“I want you to fuck me with your cock!”
“Can we please stop using this word ‘fucking’, It has no finesse to it,” Obiwan licked around the boys rim, planting kisses to the sensitive skin. Beard scratching young ass cheeks.
“Stop! You’re going to make me cum!”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“I want to come from your cock!” Anakin grabbed the bed harder, biting the pillow, face flushed from arousal. He was leaking terribly, ready to burst at any moment, voice shaking.”Touch me!” He reached a hand out to tug at his balls, prolong his orgasm. Obiwan surged his tongue deeper, thrusting it in and out. Anakin screamed, grasping at himself as his orgasm hit. Spurts of thick liquid soiled the bed as he ground his hips against Obiwans face. The older man supported him as his body spasamed, it was unreal. He was a shuddering mess, Obiwan flipped him over stroked the last of his seed out of his over sensitive cock, engulfing the organ and sucking, this time facial hair tickling the inside of his thighs. He couldn’t stop his body from moving, it arched and it bucked and eventually sunk down on a pair of callused fingers sending pressure directly to his prostate. He passed out. His heart was beating a million miles an hour and this was…. This was too much. This was heaven.
Drool and lube leaked out of him as ObiWan set the unconscious boy on the bed, painfully hard himself. Anakin was a handful, but it was it was nice to see him so satisfied.
Obiwan sat back on the pillows next to the boy and began to slowly jerk himself off imagining the boy’s soft lips and his bright eager eyes, padawan braid tickling his leg, moans of pleasure from the boy…. Young body vulnerable and begging.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the breathing, not the happily fucked out fifteen year old cuddling a pillow next to him. The boy was beautiful, hair dishelved, skin glistening, emitting calm feelings and utter peace, so content. Obiwan looked away.
This was still wrong. He shifted to leave, in favor of finishing himself in the bathroom. A floppy hand caught him on the thigh.
“I’m not finished with you,” Anakin smiled giddily into the pillow. Obiwan sighed and continued to get up. Anakin scrambled up from the bed, body still rubbery from orgasm. “Stay,” He pulled his master backwards. Obiwan could have fought him if he wanted to, Anakin was still unsteady, blissin his eyes. The boy was intoxicating. He let the boy push him to sit against the headboard, cock still out, still hard.
“I still want my birthday present,” Anakin leaned over him, palm on his bare muscular chest, semi-hard youthful cock brushing against his larger one.
“I gave you your birthday present, you need to wait another year for the rest,”
Anakin smiled hazily, straddling his lap, rubbing his ass on the older man’s cock, “You know I’m not going to do that,”
Obiwan groaned, shuddering at the touch. Bare skin on bare skin. Anakin was still wet, his balls were warm and heavy against Obiwan’s belly.
“Why do you always need to fight me?”
“Why do you always need to fight me, Obiwan?”
“Because I’m the master and you’re the padawan-ack! Stop that,” Anakin had started rubbing his body over the length of his master’s cock, teasing but no penetration,
“Why do you always deny yourself what you know you want?” He gently pushed Obiwan farther back, older man under his spell. “Being a Jedi is a constant exercise in self restraint-un! Being a functional civilized being requires self-restraint,”
“Mmm,” Anakin nodded knowingly, lining his master’s organ up with his entrance, “I don’t want to be civilized or functional,”
He slowly slid down onto the intrusion. Obiwan’s legs stiffened. Anakin petted his master’s face, “It’s ok, I want this,” He kissed his Master’s nose. “it’s ok because it’s you. I want this because it’s you,” Fully seated he began to rock his body back and forth, to grind his body into his master’s, to become one. He kissed Obiwan again. “I love you, you know that?”
“Anakin, you’re not supposed to love me,”
“But I do,” He experimented in moving a little, lifting up a few inches and lowering himself back down. There was a slight tingling but minimal stretch and pain.
“You’re taking this really well, Anakin,” He petted the boy’s face, fisting his braid, bringing the end close to kiss the hair.
“My dildo’s bigger than you are,”
Obiwan choked, eyes flying open, “I didn’t need to know that,”
Anakin threw his hands up defensively shrugging, “I wanted you to know you weren’t going to hurt me!” He bucked his hips and rolled them again, “Besides,” A darker expression haunted his face, “I like you better than my dildo. You’re warmer,” He thrust his hips down for emphasis, “And your texture is better,” Another jolt. “Synthflesh has nothing on you,” He shook his hips feeling his master move inside him. Sighing he arched his back, pulled up and sunk all the way down again. He smiled, looking into Obiwan’s eyes. “I like this. Thank you,” He kissed his master, softly, tenderly, cock continuously growing harder.
His thin arms encircle broad shoulders.
“Such a sweet boy,” Anakin laughed into the kiss,
“You don’t say that everyday,”
“I normally don’t have a reason to,” Obiwan petted the youth’s hair, pulling at the short ponytail. Anakin pouted.
“I think you like when I’m not sweet,”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I think you’re excited that I’m such a cockslut,” He raised himself all the way to the tip before dropping himself all way down, suddenly grimacing at the unexpected jolt of hitting deeper on his insides than normal. He paused before doing it again wincing.
“Are you sure my cock isn’t too much for you, little ‘cockslut’? I thought you said your dildo was bigger than me,”
Anakin snorted, “It’s not like I get much experience riding a dildo,”
“Would you like me to give you some experience?”
Anakin smiled devilishly, biting his master’s neck, “Oh, yes please,” He started bouncing his hips.
Obiwan’s hands clasps around his buttock, gripping that small ass possessively as it did it’s best to milk him. He could feel Anakin clenching as he raised and lowered his body, picking himself up then dropping his weight roughly. The bed shook with the boy’s efforts. Wet noises could be heard from their union, which Anakin seemed to revel in. Obiwan arched his hips up to meet his padawan’s thrusts. He saw stars. The young man above him was truly magnificent. Faintly muscled chest eye level, slick with sweat. Pert nipples. Obiwan couldn’t help himself, he reached forward and suckled one of those brown nubs.
Anakin tensed and spasmed, hard cock nudging the other’s abs. “Ahhh Ah!” He reached back to support himself on the other’s knees, continuing his thrusts. Obiwan was close.
He kneaded that small, soft ass, skin warm and pliable. He helped pick up the boy and drop him on his lap over and over again, and Anakin went wild withering, reaching a hand forward to tangle in his master’s hair.
“Fill me up,” He shook his hips, “I’m empty, I need you. I want to feel you come in me,” He quickened his pace, and Obiwan couldn’t take it anymore.
Quickly he flipped the boy over on the bed, pinning him by the ankles, ass up in the air; he started thrusting. Anakin groaned and smiled underneath him, free hands gripping the sheets. “Yeah! Like that,” He was breathless, his body was jerking on his own accord, he could feel obiwan’s muscles grow even tighter as the man’s orgasm wracked through him. His pace grew erratic and he pushed Anakin harder into the mattress, kissing him hard as he shot his load. Anakin moaned, ushering Obiwan closer, wanting to take it all. He could feel the thick white fluid coat his insides and it was intoxicating. He felt so full. So good…. Oh. He orgasmed himself, clenching around the dick, milking it even more. His master’s pupils were blown wide. His own release smeared over his chest. They rode the waves of bliss for what seemed like eternity, but that eternity would never be long enough.
They fell panting onto the bed, Obiwan releasing his apprentices legs, nuzzling into the boy’s sweaty hair. Anakin wrapped shaky arms around his master, pulling him closer, making sure he wouldn’t leave.
High on the feeling of relief, they fell asleep.

The next morning Obiwan tried to pretend it didn’t happen, carefully untangling himself from his apprentice, but Anakin’s arm wrapped around his neck as he was trying to leave.
“It feels good not being a virgin anymore. Arent’ you glad I didn’t wait until I was eighteen?”
Obiwan shook his head, pushing the boy away. Anakin held him back and kissed his shoulder. “That was fun, Master. We should do it again,”
“Anakin! We can’t,”
“Why not,”
“It’s against all the rules,”
“I like going against the rules,”
“Anakin!”
"What?!"
"What am I going to do with you!?"
Anakin smiled cheekily, "Fuck me into submission,"

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