I love our greedy little slut as much as you do Anon! Lettin my kink out!

Obiwan looked away. This was still wrong. Anakin bucked his hips, urging for more. Carefully he shook, running a hand up his lean torso and down his firm abdomen. He hoped he looked inviting.
His tan skin was taunt, nipples raised in arousal. He ran a finger along the curve of his bellybutton. His chest was still mostly hairless. He sighed into the pillow as obiwan hit just the right spot, and suddenly there was a weight on him, kissing his neck tenderly. He whimpered and letting them suckle his jugular. He brought a hand up, tangling in his master’s coarse hair, that ridiculous mullet. He brushed his cock against his master’s wrist.
“You can fuck me, you know. I want you to feel good,”
Obiwan smiled against his neck. “Okay, but I want to play with you a bit first,”
Anakin shifted his thigh between his Master’s legs, brushing the bulge that was there.
“Okay, but you need to promise not to forget about me. I know what happened last time, I want you to fuck me,”
“You enjoyed what happened last time, so who’s to say I didn’t?” Obiwan kissed behind the boy’s ear, giving the earlobe a gentle bite, lapping it gently with his tongue.
Anakin moaned and clenched around the toy. “Pleaseeee! I want you….” His pupils were already dilated from arousal. Obiwan pushed the toy in deeper, pulsing it. The boy’s back arched in pleasure.
Reaching up he grabbed his master’s face, pulling him down, kissing deeply. Tongues twining, trimmed facial hair prickling his own bare face. “I love you master…”
Obiwan pushed the boy farther into the pillow, tugging on his ponytail. Anakin egged him on, wrapping a long thin leg around his torso, opening his body up even more. The boy was taller than him now, but having yet to fill out it was easy for Obiwan to pin one of those skinny wrists.
The boy gasped in pleasure and surprise, other hand darting down to stroke himself only to be wrenched away and pinned with the other. Anakin flushed all the way down to his chest, giddy with joy. When Obiwan bent to suck his nipples, he cried out. Warm tongue rough against them. His cock jumped. He ground up into his master. Obiwan’s hand was back between his thighs, this time touching him everywhere but where he WANTED to be touched. It cupped his balls, rolled them, played with his perrinium, running along his hole, tapping against the wonderful toy inside of him sending jolts of pleasure.
Everywhere was warm, and fuzzy. The oversensitivity of playing with himself for too long, the excitement of FINALLY seducing Obiwan again, the anticipation of what Obiwan would be eventually doing to him….
He needed to hold off this orgasm. It would be embarrassing to cum just from this. He looked into obiwan’s eyes, the seafoam green absolutely piercing his own blue. Pools of love, they could see into his soul. Into the black soul that never deserved anything like this.
He wanted to pull his master closer, kissing him again. His wrists were pinned. He gasped in a daze, arching, WILLING his master to kiss him again.
How could Obiwan resist those inviting pink lips? They were kissing again and Obiwan was undoing his trousers one handed, pulling himself out, rubbing against his apprentice’s smooth thighs. Anakin leaned in. He wanted to feel everything. Holding his thighs together he let Obiwan fuck the crevice between them. Each jolt shifting the dildo inside him. There was no way he could lie flat on the bed. He arched with each thrust, reveling in the feeling. He wondered how a girl felt when she took two dicks at once, one in the ass, one in her pussy. He doubted it was as pleasurable as this.
The slick was everywhere, making each thrust slide wonderfully through him. His master’s cock sliding against his balls…… His own cock wet and aching with lube and pre-come. He wanted more than this!
“Hey…” He breathed through the haze of pleasure and emotions, “is it time to fuck me yet?” He clenched his thighs harder in an attempt to keep his master close.
Obiwan simply smiled and went to kissing his other ear, silently bringing a hand down to nudge the younger’s thighs apart, carefully gripping the base of the dildo, slowly pulling it out, letting the boy feel every ridge of his ‘larger than an average human’ sex toy. He would need to ask Anakin later if it was suppose to be any specific species, and if so keep an eye on Anakin around that species from then on. He would not allow his young apprentice to have slutty fun times with random aliens until the boy was significantly older.
The sound of removing the dildo was absolutely erotic. The wet suction breaking contact…. There was so much lube and it was leaking everywhere, leaving Anakin’s flesh glistening. His hole was puffy.
“Now?” Anakin grinned up at him, shifting his hips, ready and waiting.