starwarskinkmeme | Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

Rules For Everyone:

YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want.
RPF is allowed
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Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
You can post as many prompts as you like, as long as the prompts are different. They can be somewhat similar.
You may second a post, but you may not piggyback and request different specifications from the original prompt. However, you may create a similar prompt inspired with your own specifications.
Cross posting prompts is fine by me. If you've posted prompts at tfa-kink, and they've gotten lost in the mix, you can post them here!
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Warnings are courteous, but not necessary. Use DW Blocker if there is anything you don't want to see.
Art and other media fills are welcome.
Multiple fills are cool. Therefore, a prompt is considered filled, but still "open."
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Anakin/Obi-Wan
Obi-wan LOVES the feeling of being fucked and stuffed full with Anakin's cock, but at the end of the day he is still Anakin's master, and must conduct himself accordingly.

So Obi-Wan tops from the bottom.
We all know Obi-Wan is a sassy bamf and it must transverse into the bedroom too.

Give me Obi-Wan teasing Anakin by whispering to him how good he feels inside him at inopportune moments (like in the middle of a senator dinner.)
Give me Obi-Wan fucking himself with a toy while tied up Anakin watches helplessly.
Give me Obi-Wan riding Anakin and ordering him not to come.
Hell you could throw some A/B/O dynamics in there with Obi-Wan as a dominant omega.

Any of the above or a combination (perhaps chronologically in the order above?) is appreciated and encouraged.

+100000 Anakin is fully aware of his master's dominant-but-still-wants-to-be-fucked streak and fully enjoys it.
+10000000 So many prompts use 'sexually repressed jedi' but I'm looking for an Obi-Wan who knows what he wants (which is Anakin's cock) and is a sassy bamf about it.

(( I may even fill this myself but my writing skills are woeful compared to some fillers I've seen on here ;) ))

I would be all over this if I wasn't juggling a pair of fills right now. Sassy bottom Obi-Wan is my JAM. If I can find the time I'll fill this, but I'm afraid I can't make that commitment.

Oh, and OP? Go ahead and fill it yourself! The only way to get good at swimming is to dip your feet in the pool. ;)

OP here, I'm seriously tempted to write this myself...Just out of curiosity may I ask which fills you are working on currently? I need me the bottom Obi - wan ;)

The clone gangbang one, and the "Sith ruled for 100 years" one. I haven't had the time/energy to fill either lately :(

Love the writing on both of those, especially the clones one :3 +10000000000000

OP is trash and filled their own prompt:
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“Are you absolutely sure we have to go?” Anakin asked moodily from the edge of the bed, his hands folded under his chin as he watched Obi-wan dress.
“Yes I’m absolutely sure,” his former master replied, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he pulled his tunics across his body. Obi-wan’s hipbones peeked above the waistband of his pants and Anakin suddenly wanted to touch them.
“They won’t even notice if we’re there or not,” he tried again.
“As the only two representative Jedi I’m sure they will.”
Anakin harrumphed and rolled onto his back. “But we could have so much more fun right here.”
He heard Obi-wan approach and the bed dipped as he kneeled over him. His auburn hair tickled Anakin’s neck as he leaned down.
“You’ll just have to be patient then won’t you,” Obi-wan said in a low voice.
Anakin ran his hands down Obi-wan’s sides and suppressed a smirk at the way Obi-wan jumped at his touch. “Or we could—”
Obi-wan silenced him with a finger against his lips and a crooked smile. “Patience.”
“Yes master,” he sighed, even though the title of master was obsolete now that Anakin had been knighted. Obi-wan clipped his sash and belt across his waist and raised his eyebrows across the room at him. With a long suffering sigh Anakin pushed himself off the bed and followed him out, trying not to stare at his ass and failing miserably. He tried to reach out to wrap an arm around Obi-wan’s waist and insist on one last kiss but Obi-wan gently smacked his hand away.
“Patience,” he repeated with a smirk.
“Fine,” Anakin replied sulkily.

The senator dinner promised to be a bore from the moment Anakin walked through the door. Padme wasn’t there, and she was usually the only source of any interesting conversation at any gathering of senators. The dinner was a formal one, something to do with an agreement Obi-wan ‘The Negotiator’ had worked with. Why Anakin had been made to come at all was beyond him. To make matters worse they weren’t seated next to each other at the dinner, so Anakin could only watch moodily as Obi-wan talked animatedly to Bail Organa across the room; while the senator to Anakin’s left tried to bribe him into approving a trade agreement. The food was pleasant enough, though it took all of his self control not to blatantly stare at Obi-wan as his former master bit delicately at pieces of sweet fruit dripping with nectar, his pink tongue darting out to lap the juice from his lips. Damn him and all the senators.
Once the dinner was finished, the senators milled in groups, waiters weaving back and forth with flutes of sparkling emerald wine. Anakin had lost Obi-wan some time ago with the flurry of movement, and though he could feel Obi-wan’s force signature about the room, he didn’t bother to follow it. Instead he settled himself in one corner and sipped at his wine with a glare that swiftly discouraged anyone attempting a conversation with him.

Eventually he felt Obi-wan’s signature come across the room to him, but Anakin didn’t look at his former master as he leaned against the wall next to him.
“You’re sulking,” Obi-wan observed.
He shrugged, knowing full well that Obi-wan was right. “You’re the only person I know here.”
“Only because you’re not trying,” Obi-wan said.
Anakin frowned to himself and finished his wine in one gulp.
“It’s not very Jedi-like to sulk, Anakin.”
“What a shame,” he muttered.
The other man, to his surprise, chuckled. “You’re bored.”
“This is a boring place to be,” Anakin replied.
Obi-wan moved so he was standing in front of Anakin. “You would rather be somewhere else?”
“You know where I’d rather be,” he didn’t notice that the bait had been deliberately dangled in front of him until Obi-wan suddenly leaned closer, his thighs brushing against Anakin’s, and tilted his head to whisper in Anakin’s ear.
“You’d rather be back in our bed,” his former master purred. “You’d rather be fucking me with that lovely cock just hard enough that I’ll feel it tomorrow.”
Such words spilling from Obi-wan’s mouth in that tone immediately bought his cock to attention and he gritted his teeth. “Stop it.”
“Why?” Obi-wan smirked. “After all I’d rather be there too. You feel so good inside me…you fill me so well.”

“Don’t,” Anakin pleaded, futilely trying to adjust his body to conceal the rapidly growing interest between his legs. His former master could be such a tease when he wanted to be, no matter how pretty he looked coming apart on Anakin’s cock.
“I love how I can feel every inch of you inside, your hands across my thighs,” Obi-wan murmured.
Anakin finally retaliated, letting his hand slide between Obi-wan’s legs to stroke gentle questing fingers up his inner thigh. “Like this?”
Obi-wan’s eyelashes fluttered and he gave a quiet chuckle. “Yes like that.” Obi-wan’s own hand trailed across Anakin’s stomach muscles.
“Master,” he bit his lip
“Fuck me Anakin,” Obi-wan rasped.
He bit back a gasp as Obi-wan’s fingers traced lower. “Then let’s go home.”
Then suddenly Obi-wan’s touch was gone and he stood back. Anakin suppressed a whine.
Obi-wan’s mouth quirked in a devilish smirk. “Patience.”
“Damn your patience,” Anakin huffed as he tried to ignore the obvious bulge in his pants.

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More on the way when I can be bothered maybe...

Ugh... Obi-Wan's dirty talk is soo hot. You're doing a fanatastic job filling this OP.

OP could be bothered so here have some plot...I mean porn.
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Anakin spent the rest of the evening glaring at the back of Obi-wan’s head, an uncomfortable tent underneath his robes. He knew Obi-wan must have been able to feel his gaze, but whenever his master’s eyes met his, he wore an expression of innocent nonchalance. That innocent expression didn’t help matters much though, as Obi-wan tended to use it when he was fucking himself on Anakin’s cock someplace where they could easily be caught. The elevator was one of his former master’s favourite ambush spots. Anakin, like most Jedi in the temple, had spent a long time assuming his master was a virgin; dutiful, masterly Obi-wan, interested in sex? It had seemed impossible until one night, after years of pining and suppressed desire; they had crashed together in Obi-wan’s bed and proceeded to make as much noise as possible. It was a few trysts later that Obi-wan had flipped them over and dirty-talked Anakin into ecstatic oblivion. His former master was still that, his master, and his dominant control was at its finest when he was riding Anakin with long, luxurious rolls of his hips. He had lovely hips, Anakin mused, his gaze once more finding Obi-wan across the room. He was leaning on one side, his torso and legs all clean angles and sculpted muscle beneath layers of tunics. His cock throbbed between his legs again, and Anakin gathered all the need and desire in his body and hurled it across the bond between Obi-wan and he. As Anakin watched he saw the moment Obi-wan received his surge of want; the shorter man suddenly stood bolt upright and Obi-wan’s mouth opened in a little ‘o’. He quickly composed himself, shooting a glare across the room, but as Anakin watched he began to falter through his conversation.
Come on, Anakin purred across the bond.
That seemed to do it. A few moments later Obi-wan excused himself and weaved across the room towards him.
“I was trying to talk to Senator Clovis,” Obi-wan murmured.
“I know,” Anakin said with a smirk.
Obi-wan’s mouth quirked and he tutted. “You should know better.”
Anakin made his eyes as wide as possible. “Perhaps I need to be punished?”

As it turned out, Obi-wan’s punishment began by directing them back to his rooms, pulling Anakin’s tunics off and tying his wrists together behind his back with soft rope. This was a good start. He knew he could easily free himself if he wanted to but where was the fun in that? Obi-wan sat him at the end of the bed and considered him like a prize stallion.
“I’m not sure I’ve been suitably punished already master,” Anakin said dryly.
“Patience,” Obi-wan said for what felt like the millionth time that night.
Obi-wan stood and began to undress his self, dropping first his belt, then his tunics and finally his boots and pants to the floor. Anakin’s hands twitched in his bonds as Obi-wan sprawled naked before him. He expected Obi-wan to order him to use his mouth, and began to scoot forward in anticipation.
Obi-wan’s foot against his chest stopped him.
“Master,” the whine slipped from between his teeth.
“You watch,” Obi-wan commanded levelly.
Anakin hesitated before leaning back. “Yes master.”
Obi-wan smiled indulgently before pushing himself up on his hands to kiss him languidly. Anakin responded eagerly, pushing his tongue into Obi-wan’s mouth and nipping at his lips. Obi-wan’s beard tickled in a nice way, and Anakin tilted his head to leave a trail of kisses along Obi-wan’s jaw.

His former master hummed in appreciation before pulling away, settling back in front of Anakin with a small tube in his hand. Anakin hadn’t seen or felt him pick it up but watched with avid interest as Obi-wan generously slicked his fingers with lube. Anakin licked his suddenly dry lips; Obi-wan didn’t like to switch up positions very often but maybe tonight would be different and—oh…Obi-wan’s hand went between his own legs, which fell open to spread wider as Obi-wan’s fingers traced around his hole, leaving wet streaks of lube across his thighs and cock, which dribbled pre-cum messily against his belly.
“Obi-wan,” Anakin panted as Obi-wan’s slid his first finger inside himself.
“Anakin,” Obi-wan breathed, angling his head back against the cushions to expose the column of his neck as he leisurely fucked himself with one finger. Anakin’s hands twitched in his bonds again and he throbbed in his pants.
“Let me help,” he begged, watching Obi-wan lazily finger himself.
“I’m doing quite well by myself—aah!” A second finger joined the first, Obi-wan’s thighs trembling as he opened himself up with slow scissoring motions. Anakin couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his mouth as he watched his former master’s hips begin to roll in time with the motion of his fingers, his body greedy for more.

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Feedback is what keeps me going through these dark and difficult times.

Switching it up with Obi-wan's POV
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Obi-wan tilted his head back and watched Anakin through his own thighs, smirking as the young man strained against his bonds.
“It feels good,” he purred.
Anakin gave a broken moan. “Please…”
Obi-wan grinned and tipped his head back on the pillows, focusing on the sensations between his legs. He massaged his inner walls and bit his lip hard as he found his own sweet spot, toes curling in pleasure. He slipped a third finger inside, a brief flash of discomfort replaced by the slow burn of fullness that radiated through his belly, and a whine slipped from his lips.
“You’ve made your point,” Anakin panted. The poor boy looked painfully hard in his pants. “Now let me help.”
Obi-wan pretended to consider him, his legs shivering as he nudged the place inside him again with his knuckles. He let out a gasp that wound into a needy moan just to watch Anakin’s mouth drop into a little ‘o’ of desperation. He continued to rub and press inside himself, pausing once to retract his fingers to gather more lube. His muscles fluttered around nothing until Obi-wan slid all three fingers back in with a slick sound. He groaned deep in his throat, a noise Anakin echoed.
“Please master,” Anakin pleaded.

“Oh but Anakin,” Obi-wan smirked, and reached out with his free hand to pick something up from the floor under the bed, the force trembling from his fingers to retrieve the object. Obi-wan curled his hand around the dildo and Anakin’s eyes widened. “I can please myself just fine alone.”
“Master,” he gasped.
Obi-wan pulled his fingers from his body with a quiet moan, his muscles pulsing with need. There was an ache between his legs only a thick length could fill. Obi-wan slicked the dildo and slid it between his thighs, leaving wet smears along his skin.
“Please Obi-wan,” Anakin repeated, pleading for something he couldn’t verbalise.
Obi-wan pushed the tip of the toy against his ass, feeling his muscles briefly clench. He willed himself to relax and with a slick noise the head entered him. Obi-wan let a moan slip free, his legs falling open further. The dildo wasn’t as long or thick as Anakin was but it was a reasonable enough size to fill him, and Obi-wan rolled his hips desperately to impale himself on the toy.
Anakin was watching with lidded eyes, soft pants brushing his lips. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and the muscles in his arms stood up as he strained against his restraints. He was beautiful, raw strength and power contained at Obi-wan’s will. That Anakin let him control him was a sign of trust that only heightened everything that happened between them. There was also the exciting edge of danger; Obi-wan often wondered if one day Anakin’s primal power would take over and consume them both.

Obi-wan bought himself out of his appreciative musings when the tip of the toy nudged against his sweet spot. His legs quivered and he moaned brokenly, splaying his thighs and arching his back to give Anakin the best view. The dildo was all the way inside him, and although Obi-wan felt pleasantly full, he wasn’t stuffed full the way he would be on Anakin’s cock. His eyes dropped to Anakin’s crotch and he licked his lips.
“What do you want Anakin?” he asked, leisurely fucking himself with the toy.
It took Anakin a moment to drag his gaze from between Obi-wan’s legs to his face. “You know what I want.”
Obi-wan smirked. “But I’d like to hear you ask.”
Anakin swallowed hard. “I’d like to fuck you, please master.”
“That’s an—mmm, intriguing answer but I’m not sure you’ve learnt your lesson yet.”
“Don’t distract Obi-wan when he’s working,” Anakin said meekly, and Obi-wan recognised the ‘kicked puppy’ face on his former padawan. For a moment he considered toying with Anakin further but he was really rather looking forward to Anakin’s cock and he’d been very good for the rest of the evening.
“Very well.” With a flick of his free hand Obi-wan untied the knots holding Anakin back with the force. He pulled the dildo free with a quiet moan and tossed it aside, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch Anakin.
He smirked at the younger man. “Have me.”

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I wrote most of this half asleep so yay for weird grammar.

YOWZA! I eagerly await more

Don't ask me whose POV this is because I'm no longer sure
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IV.

As soon as he was free from the bonds, Obi-wan watched as Anakin eagerly crawled forwards on his hands and knees, giving a low whine when he finally slipped his hips between Obi-wan’s legs. He tightened his thighs around Anakin’s waist, pulling him in tighter, and gave a moan of his own when their cocks brushed together.
“Master—” Anakin gasped, the honorific sliding back into place between them. They rocked together, Obi-wan’s thighs wet with lube and pre-come drooling across both their stomachs. Anakin’s hands came to grasp Obi-wan’s hips, hard enough that he’d have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow; but Obi-wan relished in the bruising hold, wiggling his hips in Anakin’s grip. Anakin keened as the action grinded them both together again.
“Master I need to fuck you, please let me…Master…” Anakin pressed open-mouthed kisses along his chest, sloppy and wet and Obi-wan laughed breathily.
“Yes Anakin.” His throat was a little hoarse and he licked dry lips as Anakin manoeuvred him across his lap so that his cock slid between Obi-wan’s legs. He was suddenly struck by inspiration, and tightening his thighs around Anakin’s waist, he threw all his weight into rolling them over, pushing himself up on his hands until he came to sit across Anakin’s hips, thighs splayed either side of his former padawan.

Anakin recovered from his shock quickly and his pupils blew wider as he took in the sight above him.
“Master you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands sliding up Obi-wan’s sides. Obi-wan allowed himself a moment to revel in the contact, before a throb between his legs reminded him of his intentions. He retrieved the lube from the bed and squeezed a fair amount across his fingers. He glanced up to see Anakin watching intently, and Obi-wan kept eye contact as he slid his hand down and smeared the lube across Anakin’s cock.
”Mmm—tease!” Anakin yelped as Obi-wan flicked his fingers across the head of Anakin’s cock, the young man undulating helplessly beneath him.
“I’m terribly sorry,” Obi-wan smirked, removing his hand when Anakin was adequately slicked for him. Anakin’s breathing hitched as Obi-wan propped himself up and reached behind himself with one hand to direct Anakin’s cock to his ass. His muscles clenched briefly and Obi-wan took a moment to even his breathing. He relaxed enough for the head of Anakin’s cock to slide past the ring of muscle with a slick, easy slide. They both moaned in unison, Obi-wan rolling his hips experimentally. He could feel Anakin desperately fighting to keep still, and rocked back another inch in reward for the young man’s patience.

Anakin gave a strangled moan and whispered his name, and Obi-wan bit his lip as the words went straight to his cock. Suddenly desperate, Obi-wan rocked his hips back, bringing his hand forward again to hold himself up with both arms to slowly slide down on Anakin’s thick cock, his muscles pulsing around it. He hit a boundary of fullness, his legs trembling with effort, and pushed past it, giving a high-pitched keen as he finally sunk down on the whole of Anakin’s length. Anakin’s hips shifted incrementally beneath him, a constant stream of noise babbling from his mouth, and Obi-wan gasped, every nerve ending inside of him tingling with the movement. They stayed like that for a moment, Obi-wan’s head hung down as he panted, strands of sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. Anakin’s hand suddenly came up to touch his cheek tenderly, and he glanced up. Anakin was looking at him adoringly, and Obi-wan gave him a reassuring smile.
“I’m fine just getting used to you,” he joked, giving a little rock of his hips.
Anakin gave a surprised groan. “What did I do to deserve you?” he gasped, and Obi-wan’s heart skipped a beat.
“I could ask the same of you,” Obi-wan said quietly, leaning down to kiss Anakin, who responded with equal zeal, plunging his tongue into his former master’s mouth.
Obi-wan pulled away and grinned. “But for now, I want you to know that you can’t come until I say you can.”
Anakin gave a low whine. “Obi—”

He cut off whatever Anakin was going to say by lifting himself up until only the head of Anakin’s cock was sheathed inside him and then letting himself fall again. They both moaned loudly, and Obi-wan relished the burn of being absolutely full. He lifted himself back up and repeated the movement, the pressure as he was filled on each downwards stroke making him gasp and moan. Anakin was just as loud, whines slipping between his teeth as Obi-wan fucked himself on his cock, his eyes darting between Obi-wan’s splayed thighs where they were joined to his face. He knew he must make quite a sight, hair mussed up and falling across his eyes, eyes closed and mouth hanging open to verbalise his pleasure. Anakin’s hands suddenly tightened on his hips, holding Obi-wan still mid-stroke.
“Anakin,” he began to warn, when suddenly Anakin lifted his hips off the bed and filled him the rest of the way. He gasped in surprise, and Anakin coaxed him to rise up again as Anakin pulled away, before pushing them back together.
“Ani…” he whined, relinquishing his control to allow Anakin to bring them into a rhythm together, fucking Obi-wan harder on each stroke. He could feel lube and pre-come leaving sticky smears on Anakin’s stomach and the inside of his thighs, and urged Anakin to speed up with desperate rolls of his hips. He ached with every stroke into him, manoeuvring himself until the head of Anakin’s cock rubbed hard against his sweet spot.

Obi-wan threw his head back and let out a broken moan that he was sure the rest of the temple would hear, grabbing hold of one of Anakin’s hands on his hips in what he hoped signify his pleasure. Anakin groaned as his former master clenched hard around him as he hit his spot, and with a few thrusts he managed to unerringly hit Obi-wan’s prostrate each time. Obi-wan was lost, relinquishing his control to Anakin for now so that the achingly wonderful pleasure that sent stars exploding behind his eyelids would continue. Anakin’s cock rubbed inside him in all the right ways, the pressure building in his lower belly until he was desperately grinding on Anakin’s cock, sharp “Oh!”’s and “Aah’s!” and demands of more falling from his parted lips. Anakin had gone quiet, his eyes focused on Obi-wan’s face as he carefully bought him to the edge. That wouldn’t do. Obi-wan clenched his muscles around Anakin’s cock and rotated his hips in a circular motion, watching Anakin triumphantly as the younger man’s eyes rolled back and he gasped. Their rhythm increased, the drag along Obi-wan’s insides pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“Please, master…” Anakin whined, his hips undulating below him.
“Wait for me,” Obi-wan ordered between pants and Anakin groaned.

He took himself in his hand, and with a few slick slides he was teetering on the edge. A few more strokes across his sweet spot and Obi-wan was desperately fucking himself towards orgasm.
“Now Anakin,” he gasped and with a low groan he felt Anakin’s thrusts speed up and then a wet warmth spilling inside him, Anakin holding himself against Obi-wan’s prostrate and rotating his hips. The stimulation and the sensation of being filled hurled Obi-wan over the edge, and he came over his fingers and Anakin’s stomach, the rippling of his muscles dragging another moan from Anakin. Anakin pulled Obi-wan’s fingers into his mouth and licked the come of them like a cat lapping up cream. Obi-wan then rested his hand on Anakin’s chest, Anakin slowly softening inside him until he gently pulled Obi-wan up by his hips. Obi-wan’s lower half felt like jelly and he gasped softly as they parted and Anakin laid him on the bed beside him, rolling to sling an arm across Obi-wan’s stomach and smother the side of his neck in kisses.
“That was amazing,” his former padawan murmured.
“Unh.” Was Obi-wan’s only reply, a pleasant ache settling between his legs that let him know he’d be walking funny tomorrow.
Anakin laughed and pecked his lips before hauling himself up from the bed. Obi-wan heard him in the fresher and he returned moments later with a damp cloth that he used to tenderly clean the come and lube from Obi-wan’s thighs and stomach.
“That was lovely Anakin,” he said when he eventually felt able to talk.
Anakin had cuddled against his side and lifted his head when he spoke, hair tousled across his face and a dorky smile on his lips.
“You sounded like you enjoyed it,” he said cheekily.
Obi-wan huffed. “So did you.”
“Mm,” Anakin snuggled closer to him. “Gag me next time.”

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Sorry it took a while to finish, hope it was worth it!

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“Are you absolutely sure we have to go?” Anakin asked moodily from the edge of the bed, his hands folded under his chin as he watched Obi-wan dress.
“Yes I’m absolutely sure,” his former master replied, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he pulled his tunics across his body. Obi-wan’s hipbones peeked above the waistband of his pants and Anakin suddenly wanted to touch them.
“They won’t even notice if we’re there or not,” he tried again.
“As the only two representative Jedi I’m sure they will.”
Anakin harrumphed and rolled onto his back. “But we could have so much more fun right here.”
He heard Obi-wan approach and the bed dipped as he kneeled over him. His auburn hair tickled Anakin’s neck as he leaned down.
“You’ll just have to be patient then won’t you,” Obi-wan said in a low voice.
Anakin ran his hands down Obi-wan’s sides and suppressed a smirk at the way Obi-wan jumped at his touch. “Or we could—”
Obi-wan silenced him with a finger against his lips and a crooked smile. “Patience.”
“Yes master,” he sighed, even though the title of master was obsolete now that Anakin had been knighted. Obi-wan clipped his sash and belt across his waist and raised his eyebrows across the room at him. With a long suffering sigh Anakin pushed himself off the bed and followed him out, trying not to stare at his ass and failing miserably. He tried to reach out to wrap an arm around Obi-wan’s waist and insist on one last kiss but Obi-wan gently smacked his hand away.
“Patience,” he repeated with a smirk.
“Fine,” Anakin replied sulkily.

The senator dinner promised to be a bore from the moment Anakin walked through the door. Padme wasn’t there, and she was usually the only source of any interesting conversation at any gathering of senators. The dinner was a formal one, something to do with an agreement Obi-wan ‘The Negotiator’ had worked with. Why Anakin had been made to come at all was beyond him. To make matters worse they weren’t seated next to each other at the dinner, so Anakin could only watch moodily as Obi-wan talked animatedly to Bail Organa across the room; while the senator to Anakin’s left tried to bribe him into approving a trade agreement. The food was pleasant enough, though it took all of his self control not to blatantly stare at Obi-wan as his former master bit delicately at pieces of sweet fruit dripping with nectar, his pink tongue darting out to lap the juice from his lips. Damn him and all the senators.
Once the dinner was finished, the senators milled in groups, waiters weaving back and forth with flutes of sparkling emerald wine. Anakin had lost Obi-wan some time ago with the flurry of movement, and though he could feel Obi-wan’s force signature about the room, he didn’t bother to follow it. Instead he settled himself in one corner and sipped at his wine with a glare that swiftly discouraged anyone attempting a conversation with him.

Eventually he felt Obi-wan’s signature come across the room to him, but Anakin didn’t look at his former master as he leaned against the wall next to him.
“You’re sulking,” Obi-wan observed.
He shrugged, knowing full well that Obi-wan was right. “You’re the only person I know here.”
“Only because you’re not trying,” Obi-wan said.
Anakin frowned to himself and finished his wine in one gulp.
“It’s not very Jedi-like to sulk, Anakin.”
“What a shame,” he muttered.
The other man, to his surprise, chuckled. “You’re bored.”
“This is a boring place to be,” Anakin replied.
Obi-wan moved so he was standing in front of Anakin. “You would rather be somewhere else?”
“You know where I’d rather be,” he didn’t notice that the bait had been deliberately dangled in front of him until Obi-wan suddenly leaned closer, his thighs brushing against Anakin’s, and tilted his head to whisper in Anakin’s ear.
“You’d rather be back in our bed,” his former master purred. “You’d rather be fucking me with that lovely cock just hard enough that I’ll feel it tomorrow.”
Such words spilling from Obi-wan’s mouth in that tone immediately bought his cock to attention and he gritted his teeth. “Stop it.”
“Why?” Obi-wan smirked. “After all I’d rather be there too. You feel so good inside me…you fill me so well.”

“Don’t,” Anakin pleaded, futilely trying to adjust his body to conceal the rapidly growing interest between his legs. His former master could be such a tease when he wanted to be, no matter how pretty he looked coming apart on Anakin’s cock.
“I love how I can feel every inch of you inside, your hands across my thighs,” Obi-wan murmured.
Anakin finally retaliated, letting his hand slide between Obi-wan’s legs to stroke gentle questing fingers up his inner thigh. “Like this?”
Obi-wan’s eyelashes fluttered and he gave a quiet chuckle. “Yes like that.” Obi-wan’s own hand trailed across Anakin’s stomach muscles.
“Master,” he bit his lip
“Fuck me Anakin,” Obi-wan rasped.
He bit back a gasp as Obi-wan’s fingers traced lower. “Then let’s go home.”
Then suddenly Obi-wan’s touch was gone and he stood back. Anakin suppressed a whine.
Obi-wan’s mouth quirked in a devilish smirk. “Patience.”
“Damn your patience,” Anakin huffed as he tried to ignore the obvious bulge in his pants.

II

Anakin spent the rest of the evening glaring at the back of Obi-wan’s head, an uncomfortable tent underneath his robes. He knew Obi-wan must have been able to feel his gaze, but whenever his master’s eyes met his, he wore an expression of innocent nonchalance. That innocent expression didn’t help matters much though, as Obi-wan tended to use it when he was fucking himself on Anakin’s cock someplace where they could easily be caught. The elevator was one of his former master’s favourite ambush spots. Anakin, like most Jedi in the temple, had spent a long time assuming his master was a virgin; dutiful, masterly Obi-wan, interested in sex? It had seemed impossible until one night, after years of pining and suppressed desire; they had crashed together in Obi-wan’s bed and proceeded to make as much noise as possible. It was a few trysts later that Obi-wan had flipped them over and dirty-talked Anakin into ecstatic oblivion. His former master was still that, his master, and his dominant control was at its finest when he was riding Anakin with long, luxurious rolls of his hips. He had lovely hips, Anakin mused, his gaze once more finding Obi-wan across the room. He was leaning on one side, his torso and legs all clean angles and sculpted muscle beneath layers of tunics. His cock throbbed between his legs again, and Anakin gathered all the need and desire in his body and hurled it across the bond between Obi-wan and he. As Anakin watched he saw the moment Obi-wan received his surge of want; the shorter man suddenly stood bolt upright and Obi-wan’s mouth opened in a little ‘o’. He quickly composed himself, shooting a glare across the room, but as Anakin watched he began to falter through his conversation.
Come on, Anakin purred across the bond.
That seemed to do it. A few moments later Obi-wan excused himself and weaved across the room towards him.
“I was trying to talk to Senator Clovis,” Obi-wan murmured.
“I know,” Anakin said with a smirk.
Obi-wan’s mouth quirked and he tutted. “You should know better.”
Anakin made his eyes as wide as possible. “Perhaps I need to be punished?”

As it turned out, Obi-wan’s punishment began by directing them back to his rooms, pulling Anakin’s tunics off and tying his wrists together behind his back with soft rope. This was a good start. He knew he could easily free himself if he wanted to but where was the fun in that? Obi-wan sat him at the end of the bed and considered him like a prize stallion.
“I’m not sure I’ve been suitably punished already master,” Anakin said dryly.
“Patience,” Obi-wan said for what felt like the millionth time that night.
Obi-wan stood and began to undress his self, dropping first his belt, then his tunics and finally his boots and pants to the floor. Anakin’s hands twitched in his bonds as Obi-wan sprawled naked before him. He expected Obi-wan to order him to use his mouth, and began to scoot forward in anticipation.
Obi-wan’s foot against his chest stopped him.
“Master,” the whine slipped from between his teeth.
“You watch,” Obi-wan commanded levelly.
Anakin hesitated before leaning back. “Yes master.”
Obi-wan smiled indulgently before pushing himself up on his hands to kiss him languidly. Anakin responded eagerly, pushing his tongue into Obi-wan’s mouth and nipping at his lips. Obi-wan’s beard tickled in a nice way, and Anakin tilted his head to leave a trail of kisses along Obi-wan’s jaw.

His former master hummed in appreciation before pulling away, settling back in front of Anakin with a small tube in his hand. Anakin hadn’t seen or felt him pick it up but watched with avid interest as Obi-wan generously slicked his fingers with lube. Anakin licked his suddenly dry lips; Obi-wan didn’t like to switch up positions very often but maybe tonight would be different and—oh…Obi-wan’s hand went between his own legs, which fell open to spread wider as Obi-wan’s fingers traced around his hole, leaving wet streaks of lube across his thighs and cock, which dribbled pre-cum messily against his belly.
“Obi-wan,” Anakin panted as Obi-wan’s slid his first finger inside himself.
“Anakin,” Obi-wan breathed, angling his head back against the cushions to expose the column of his neck as he leisurely fucked himself with one finger. Anakin’s hands twitched in his bonds again and he throbbed in his pants.
“Let me help,” he begged, watching Obi-wan lazily finger himself.
“I’m doing quite well by myself—aah!” A second finger joined the first, Obi-wan’s thighs trembling as he opened himself up with slow scissoring motions. Anakin couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his mouth as he watched his former master’s hips begin to roll in time with the motion of his fingers, his body greedy for more.

III.

Obi-wan tilted his head back and watched Anakin through his own thighs, smirking as the young man strained against his bonds.
“It feels good,” he purred.
Anakin gave a broken moan. “Please…”
Obi-wan grinned and tipped his head back on the pillows, focusing on the sensations between his legs. He massaged his inner walls and bit his lip hard as he found his own sweet spot, toes curling in pleasure. He slipped a third finger inside, a brief flash of discomfort replaced by the slow burn of fullness that radiated through his belly, and a whine slipped from his lips.
“You’ve made your point,” Anakin panted. The poor boy looked painfully hard in his pants. “Now let me help.”
Obi-wan pretended to consider him, his legs shivering as he nudged the place inside him again with his knuckles. He let out a gasp that wound into a needy moan just to watch Anakin’s mouth drop into a little ‘o’ of desperation. He continued to rub and press inside himself, pausing once to retract his fingers to gather more lube. His muscles fluttered around nothing until Obi-wan slid all three fingers back in with a slick sound. He groaned deep in his throat, a noise Anakin echoed.
“Please master,” Anakin pleaded.

“Oh but Anakin,” Obi-wan smirked, and reached out with his free hand to pick something up from the floor under the bed, the force trembling from his fingers to retrieve the object. Obi-wan curled his hand around the dildo and Anakin’s eyes widened. “I can please myself just fine alone.”
“Master,” he gasped.
Obi-wan pulled his fingers from his body with a quiet moan, his muscles pulsing with need. There was an ache between his legs only a thick length could fill. Obi-wan slicked the dildo and slid it between his thighs, leaving wet smears along his skin.
“Please Obi-wan,” Anakin repeated, pleading for something he couldn’t verbalise.
Obi-wan pushed the tip of the toy against his ass, feeling his muscles briefly clench. He willed himself to relax and with a slick noise the head entered him. Obi-wan let a moan slip free, his legs falling open further. The dildo wasn’t as long or thick as Anakin was but it was a reasonable enough size to fill him, and Obi-wan rolled his hips desperately to impale himself on the toy.
Anakin was watching with lidded eyes, soft pants brushing his lips. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and the muscles in his arms stood up as he strained against his restraints. He was beautiful, raw strength and power contained at Obi-wan’s will. That Anakin let him control him was a sign of trust that only heightened everything that happened between them. There was also the exciting edge of danger; Obi-wan often wondered if one day Anakin’s primal power would take over and consume them both.

Obi-wan bought himself out of his appreciative musings when the tip of the toy nudged against his sweet spot. His legs quivered and he moaned brokenly, splaying his thighs and arching his back to give Anakin the best view. The dildo was all the way inside him, and although Obi-wan felt pleasantly full, he wasn’t stuffed full the way he would be on Anakin’s cock. His eyes dropped to Anakin’s crotch and he licked his lips.
“What do you want Anakin?” he asked, leisurely fucking himself with the toy.
It took Anakin a moment to drag his gaze from between Obi-wan’s legs to his face. “You know what I want.”
Obi-wan smirked. “But I’d like to hear you ask.”
Anakin swallowed hard. “I’d like to fuck you, please master.”
“That’s an—mmm, intriguing answer but I’m not sure you’ve learnt your lesson yet.”
“Don’t distract Obi-wan when he’s working,” Anakin said meekly, and Obi-wan recognised the ‘kicked puppy’ face on his former padawan. For a moment he considered toying with Anakin further but he was really rather looking forward to Anakin’s cock and he’d been very good for the rest of the evening.
“Very well.” With a flick of his free hand Obi-wan untied the knots holding Anakin back with the force. He pulled the dildo free with a quiet moan and tossed it aside, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch Anakin.
He smirked at the younger man. “Have me.”

IV.

As soon as he was free from the bonds, Obi-wan watched as Anakin eagerly crawled forwards on his hands and knees, giving a low whine when he finally slipped his hips between Obi-wan’s legs. He tightened his thighs around Anakin’s waist, pulling him in tighter, and gave a moan of his own when their cocks brushed together.
“Master—” Anakin gasped, the honorific sliding back into place between them. They rocked together, Obi-wan’s thighs wet with lube and pre-come drooling across both their stomachs. Anakin’s hands came to grasp Obi-wan’s hips, hard enough that he’d have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow; but Obi-wan relished in the bruising hold, wiggling his hips in Anakin’s grip. Anakin keened as the action grinded them both together again.
“Master I need to fuck you, please let me…Master…” Anakin pressed open-mouthed kisses along his chest, sloppy and wet and Obi-wan laughed breathily.
“Yes Anakin.” His throat was a little hoarse and he licked dry lips as Anakin manoeuvred him across his lap so that his cock slid between Obi-wan’s legs. He was suddenly struck by inspiration, and tightening his thighs around Anakin’s waist, he threw all his weight into rolling them over, pushing himself up on his hands until he came to sit across Anakin’s hips, thighs splayed either side of his former padawan.

Anakin recovered from his shock quickly and his pupils blew wider as he took in the sight above him.
“Master you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands sliding up Obi-wan’s sides. Obi-wan allowed himself a moment to revel in the contact, before a throb between his legs reminded him of his intentions. He retrieved the lube from the bed and squeezed a fair amount across his fingers. He glanced up to see Anakin watching intently, and Obi-wan kept eye contact as he slid his hand down and smeared the lube across Anakin’s cock.
”Mmm—tease!” Anakin yelped as Obi-wan flicked his fingers across the head of Anakin’s cock, the young man undulating helplessly beneath him.
“I’m terribly sorry,” Obi-wan smirked, removing his hand when Anakin was adequately slicked for him. Anakin’s breathing hitched as Obi-wan propped himself up and reached behind himself with one hand to direct Anakin’s cock to his ass. His muscles clenched briefly and Obi-wan took a moment to even his breathing. He relaxed enough for the head of Anakin’s cock to slide past the ring of muscle with a slick, easy slide. They both moaned in unison, Obi-wan rolling his hips experimentally. He could feel Anakin desperately fighting to keep still, and rocked back another inch in reward for the young man’s patience.

Anakin gave a strangled moan and whispered his name, and Obi-wan bit his lip as the words went straight to his cock. Suddenly desperate, Obi-wan rocked his hips back, bringing his hand forward again to hold himself up with both arms to slowly slide down on Anakin’s thick cock, his muscles pulsing around it. He hit a boundary of fullness, his legs trembling with effort, and pushed past it, giving a high-pitched keen as he finally sunk down on the whole of Anakin’s length. Anakin’s hips shifted incrementally beneath him, a constant stream of noise babbling from his mouth, and Obi-wan gasped, every nerve ending inside of him tingling with the movement. They stayed like that for a moment, Obi-wan’s head hung down as he panted, strands of sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. Anakin’s hand suddenly came up to touch his cheek tenderly, and he glanced up. Anakin was looking at him adoringly, and Obi-wan gave him a reassuring smile.
“I’m fine just getting used to you,” he joked, giving a little rock of his hips.
Anakin gave a surprised groan. “What did I do to deserve you?” he gasped, and Obi-wan’s heart skipped a beat.
“I could ask the same of you,” Obi-wan said quietly, leaning down to kiss Anakin, who responded with equal zeal, plunging his tongue into his former master’s mouth.
Obi-wan pulled away and grinned. “But for now, I want you to know that you can’t come until I say you can.”
Anakin gave a low whine. “Obi—”

He cut off whatever Anakin was going to say by lifting himself up until only the head of Anakin’s cock was sheathed inside him and then letting himself fall again. They both moaned loudly, and Obi-wan relished the burn of being absolutely full. He lifted himself back up and repeated the movement, the pressure as he was filled on each downwards stroke making him gasp and moan. Anakin was just as loud, whines slipping between his teeth as Obi-wan fucked himself on his cock, his eyes darting between Obi-wan’s splayed thighs where they were joined to his face. He knew he must make quite a sight, hair mussed up and falling across his eyes, eyes closed and mouth hanging open to verbalise his pleasure. Anakin’s hands suddenly tightened on his hips, holding Obi-wan still mid-stroke.
“Anakin,” he began to warn, when suddenly Anakin lifted his hips off the bed and filled him the rest of the way. He gasped in surprise, and Anakin coaxed him to rise up again as Anakin pulled away, before pushing them back together.
“Ani…” he whined, relinquishing his control to allow Anakin to bring them into a rhythm together, fucking Obi-wan harder on each stroke. He could feel lube and pre-come leaving sticky smears on Anakin’s stomach and the inside of his thighs, and urged Anakin to speed up with desperate rolls of his hips. He ached with every stroke into him, manoeuvring himself until the head of Anakin’s cock rubbed hard against his sweet spot.

Obi-wan threw his head back and let out a broken moan that he was sure the rest of the temple would hear, grabbing hold of one of Anakin’s hands on his hips in what he hoped signify his pleasure. Anakin groaned as his former master clenched hard around him as he hit his spot, and with a few thrusts he managed to unerringly hit Obi-wan’s prostrate each time. Obi-wan was lost, relinquishing his control to Anakin for now so that the achingly wonderful pleasure that sent stars exploding behind his eyelids would continue. Anakin’s cock rubbed inside him in all the right ways, the pressure building in his lower belly until he was desperately grinding on Anakin’s cock, sharp “Oh!”’s and “Aah’s!” and demands of more falling from his parted lips. Anakin had gone quiet, his eyes focused on Obi-wan’s face as he carefully bought him to the edge. That wouldn’t do. Obi-wan clenched his muscles around Anakin’s cock and rotated his hips in a circular motion, watching Anakin triumphantly as the younger man’s eyes rolled back and he gasped. Their rhythm increased, the drag along Obi-wan’s insides pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“Please, master…” Anakin whined, his hips undulating below him.
“Wait for me,” Obi-wan ordered between pants and Anakin groaned.

He took himself in his hand, and with a few slick slides he was teetering on the edge. A few more strokes across his sweet spot and Obi-wan was desperately fucking himself towards orgasm.
“Now Anakin,” he gasped and with a low groan he felt Anakin’s thrusts speed up and then a wet warmth spilling inside him, Anakin holding himself against Obi-wan’s prostrate and rotating his hips. The stimulation and the sensation of being filled hurled Obi-wan over the edge, and he came over his fingers and Anakin’s stomach, the rippling of his muscles dragging another moan from Anakin. Anakin pulled Obi-wan’s fingers into his mouth and licked the come of them like a cat lapping up cream. Obi-wan then rested his hand on Anakin’s chest, Anakin slowly softening inside him until he gently pulled Obi-wan up by his hips. Obi-wan’s lower half felt like jelly and he gasped softly as they parted and Anakin laid him on the bed beside him, rolling to sling an arm across Obi-wan’s stomach and smother the side of his neck in kisses.
“That was amazing,” his former padawan murmured.
“Unh.” Was Obi-wan’s only reply, a pleasant ache settling between his legs that let him know he’d be walking funny tomorrow.
Anakin laughed and pecked his lips before hauling himself up from the bed. Obi-wan heard him in the fresher and he returned moments later with a damp cloth that he used to tenderly clean the come and lube from Obi-wan’s thighs and stomach.
“That was lovely Anakin,” he said when he eventually felt able to talk.
Anakin had cuddled against his side and lifted his head when he spoke, hair tousled across his face and a dorky smile on his lips.
“You sounded like you enjoyed it,” he said cheekily.
Obi-wan huffed. “So did you.”
“Mm,” Anakin snuggled closer to him. “Gag me next time.”

I know I'm extremely late but I enjoyed this amazing&hot&so well-written fill to this kinky, fancy prompt. Submissive top Anakin and dominant bottom Obi-Wan is one of my all time kinky pleasures. So well done!

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