Like the Energizer bunny it keeps going and going and going and going..... I guess having a teenage nympho corrupting his adult does that...... Obiwan still thinks this isn't right (this isn't right, but fiction for the porn...)


Obiwan grinned at him, teasing, still holding his wrists. “Is that what you want?”
Anakin whined and strugged, “Yess…” He was breathless, adrenaline pumping, “Now…”
Obiwan smiled again, evaluating the dildo in his hand. It was long, a good eight inches at least, and maybe two inches diameter, …maybe over? The ridges made it hard to tell, each one gently sloping into the next. The crystalline blue surface was soft and velvety like skin, enough rigidness under that first layer to send jolts, and the warmth from Anakin’s body made the toy even more appealing.
“You can use it if you want,”
Obiwan whirled, mortified at his padawan.
Anakin smirked, ‘I saw you looking’ written all over his face. “I bet it would be fun to fuck me while it’s inside of you,”. He looked positively devilish and Obiwan blushed redder.
“It’s not that scary,” Anakin cooed, wrists still held, “I’m sure you’ve taken bigger,” Obiwan wanted to smack that grin off his face.
Anakin rolled his hips, “Well, you can’t just leave me here. What are you going to do?” That grin….
“It would be fun….” Anakin pressed.
Obiwan was still mortified.
“….I’m sure QuiGon was bigger-!”
“That’s enough child!” Obiwan hastily covered his apprentice’s mouth. Anakin shook his hand away, laughing. Obiwan protested.
Anakin laughed. Breaking the hold on his wrists, he looped them around Obiwan’s neck, pulling him close. Their foreheads were touching, “Hey…” He kissed Obiwan’s nose. “I want you in me now, is that alright?” He took a moment to nuzzle a very frazzled Obiwan, “Hey….”
Obiwan glanced down at him, his own devilish expression slowly creeping on his face. “What make’s you think it’s alright!” He lunges forward pinning Anakin down again, the boy was still light and easy to move. Laughing Anakin’s back hit the mattress and pillow forcefully, bouncing against the surface.
“Careful Master, you don’t want to hurt me,” He let Obiwan restrain his wrists again, playing coy, waiting for his master to finally, finally, line himself up and plunge in. It was worth it, hands fumbled for a half second as the older man’s cock slipped against the over lubricated skin before sinking in to the hilt. Anakin groaned, a warm shock of pleasure pulsing through his body. “Oh…. Master….”
Obiwan cracked a mischievous smile, thrusting a few times, trying it out. “You’re very stretched out….I don’t think I could hurt you if I wanted to….” He tested his apprentice’s body a little more, “You’re too stretched out,”
Anakin whined in protest. “If I wasn’t you wouldn’t do this to me,” He let his head lull against the pillow as the movements became more rapid. “You’d be afraid of hurting me. ….and I kind of like it when it hurts. ….just a little….”
“Oh really now?,” Obiwan smiled at him “And what are you feeling now?”
Anakin sighed, “It’s warm… and wet…. And tingly….”
“Do you like it?”
“Yessss,…..I like your feeling….ohhhh”
“Do you want it harder?”
“Yessss…..” He would agree to anything right now.
He threads his hands into the boy’s scruffy hair, tugging, picking up the pace and Anakin moans. Oh yes, he was getting his way. The boy’s lax expression was combined with a grin of pure bliss. He uses what muscle control he still has to pull Obiwan into him harder. “Fuck me….” Opening his eyes he meets his master’s gaze, happy, smug…. He defeated the challenge of ObiWan Kenobi.
"This isn't a game Anakin, stop grinning like you've won something."
He sighs contentedly, dismissing his master’s scolding. It might not be a game, but he’s put yet another crack in the wall that led to his master’s emotions. Obiwan quickens the pace even more, moaning and panting, twitching in his own pleasure, shaking his hips like there’s nothing else in the world. Anakin wraps his legs further around him.
“Do you want to cum in me?”
Obiwan picks him half up, strong hands on his hips, Anakin sides a foot up to his master’s shoulder, languidly massaging the muscle there.
“Is it good?” Egging him on, nudging him closer with his other foot, lower body erotically contorted, chest and arms splayed on the bed, open, withering. That waist. That young lean waist arching off the bed, Obiwan was debating pulling out just to lick that taut navel watching the boy squirm. But his bodily needs won, he grunted, maintaining the pace, clutching the boys thighs harder, fingers indenting the soft skin.
Anakin gasped, and those hands moved to his ass, stretching the cheeks apart and massaging as he was fucked. He purred in his master’s grip. Obiwan leaned forward to bite and suckle a nipple. Anakin’s limbs flailed bonelessly, numb with pleasure, cock rubbing eagerly against Obiwan’s belly.
“Ah! Ah~! I’m gonna~!”
Obiwan quickly reached down and roughly grabbed the base of his apprentice’s cock, jerking him out of his orgasm.
“You bitch!” Anakin fumed like he’d been betrayed. Obiwan chuckled into his neck, rolling his balls in his hand, thrusting softly.
“Come on, it’s not like you didn’t give yourself an orgasm already today with that toy,”
Anakin fumed, “I didn’t by the way! I was saving myself for you! You bitch!”
“It’s not nice to talk to your master that way, my young apprentice,”
Anakin glared, though not very effectively, seeing as there were still jolts of pleasure being sent through his ass.
“Since you’re so immature, how about we play a game?” Obiwan smiled hazily, pleasure overtaking his normal composure, “Want to?”
“Sure,” Anakin pulsed himself around his master’s cock playfully.
“Ok, rules are; You can’t cum before me,”
“I’m bad at rules master,”
“Incompetent. Ok then, the GOAL is to make me cum first. Think you can do that, my very young Padawan?”
“Sure, with the way you’ve been pounding into my ass I don’t think it’ll take very long.”