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[neverjedi]

He made a soft noise in his throat, like a moan that wanted to be a laugh. "Still not my type and probably can't dance." He leaned down to meet the kiss, thumb smoothing over Anakin's cheekbone.

He was still aware of the movie, but it was currently very much not important.

...That would change when they got to the end, though.

[darkforcerising]

"She won Dancing with the Stars," Anakin pointed out. "At fifty." He remembered because his mother had made him watch that season with her. Because of Jennifer Grey.

"Is that a requirement? Your partner needs to be able to dance?" He dragged his nails lightly down Obi-Wan's spine.

[neverjedi]

He slid himself very slightly to the side, but mostly it was just a shift in his weight so he wasn't quite so firmly on top of Anakin. It in no way kept Anakin from scratching his back which had his eyes going heavy lidded and him pressing a little more solidly against Anakin.

"No, just my celebrity crushes."

[darkforcerising]

Oh, this was a fun topic. This had Anakin biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrows in anticipation.

"Who are your celebrity crushes?"

[neverjedi]

That look - that exact one - got every bit of his attention on Anakin and had him leaning in for a slow, deep kiss.

"Hugh Jackman. Your turn."

[darkforcerising]

"X-man fan?"

Anakin thought about that. And thought some more.

"John Mulaney... Jameela Jamil... Nala from Lion King, I think."

[neverjedi]

"Only because Hugh Jackman is there." Which is a different thing, entirely, and he'd say more, except: "...an animated Lion?" A pause, and "I kind of liked Adult Simba?"

[darkforcerising]

"Look," Anakin said in his defense. "It's not my fault Disney animators made them so human-like. I am not the only guy who's had pants-feels for that cartoon lion. Google it, if you don't believe me. Disney made middle school very confusing, okay?"

[neverjedi]

"I promise not to yowl, meow, or hiss at you," he said, still amused but - kind of affectionate about it. "And I'm not going to google anything about crushes toward animated animals. I'm already afraid of the results."

[darkforcerising]

"You being afraid of the internet is cute," Anakin said. He moved his hand up to the nape of Obi-Wan's neck.

[neverjedi]

He tilted his chin down so he could arch his neck firmly up into Anakin's hand. It just happened that he followed that arch with a long, slow, stretch that rolled his spine outward all the way down and resulted in a pretty hard drag of his body against Anakin's in the process. "I'm not afraid of the internet, but I'm not arguing with cute."

[darkforcerising]

For someone who wasn't going sound like a cat, Obi-Wan sure acted like a cat. Anakin didn't point that out lest Obi-Wan take that wonderful manuouver against his body off the table. Or off Anakin, as it were.

He pushed himself up to claim Obi-Wan's mouth with his own. He wasn't going to argue with cat-Obi-Wan at all.

[neverjedi]

He was less lazy when he returned the kiss this time, and more focused. He slid his fingers around to the back of Anakin's neck, light rather than gripping but definitely settled solidly into place against Anakin and gave every single bit of his considerable attention to kissing Anakin absolutely breathless.

[darkforcerising]

Losing himself in that kiss, Anakin moved his hand lower, lower. His fingers toyed with the waistband of Obi-Wan's jeans. It was a wonderful reminder that this man, who didn't like jeans was wearing them for the second day in a row. After toying with the fabric a moment, he started slipping his fingers underneath.

[neverjedi]

He groaned into the kiss, but then pulled back and pressed a kiss on the exact corner of Anakin's mouth.

He wasn't going to pressure Anakin for anything - there was just too much clear vulnerability, even fragility and lack of confidence - including and maybe especially to lose his clothes.

There was something about the way Anakin toyed with the denim at his waist before dipping his fingers under, though, that felt just a little questioning, though. And possibly in a way that just making a pleased sound about, or him being hard against Anakin's thigh maybe didn't cover.

"If you're looking for permission," he murmured, "you have it." But all he did, on his end, was reach down to curl a hand around Anakin's hip and return to the kiss.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin took that permission and slipped his hand under the waistband to grab a handful of ass. He'd been thinking about doing this ever since Obi-Wan had been completely naked in front of him the night before. It was as satisfying to do as he'd imagined.

When they broke the kiss again, he said, "You can... touch me if you want." Which was saying a lot, he'd done nothing like this since his accident, and he was more than a little nervous to go out on a limb and expose himself like this.

[neverjedi]

He made a quiet pleased noise in the kiss, but also tightened his ass in a way that was - well, more play than it was any sort of objection to having it grabbed (by Anakin).

He eased back as the kiss broke so he could study Anakin's face while he was talking. The nerves there were so clear and he was still - as he had been the night before - really only making assumptions about the cause. He thought they were probably pretty good assumptions, though.

He kissed Anakin again, this time just quick affection.

He reached back and pulled Anakin's hand out of his pants, but held onto it while he *carefully) stood up. "Come on. Take me to bed." It was Anakin's bed, after all. They could play in Anakin's comfort zone.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin hesitated only a moment, only because he was out of practice. But he let Obi-Wan pull him up (though not without an appreciative glance at the outline of Obi-Wan’s hard cock first) and then he led the way up the spiral staircase to his bed.

The bed wasn’t made. Everything was there, the sheets, the blankets, the pillows, but not turned down like he was expecting company. But, for the most part, the area wasn’t a wreck. Just lived in by someone who often had trouble focusing on a single task at once.

At the top of the loft, he turned back to Obi-Wan, lacing their fingers together. He looked down at their hands - his unmaimed hand in Obi-Wan’s.

“I haven’t been with anyone since before the crash,” he explained, quietly.

[neverjedi]

He followed Anakin up the stairs and something about the space being lived in and a little messy, especially the bed, made it feel inviting. He wouldn't have been able to do it himself, probably, but it felt right.

He slid curled his fingers around Anakin's hand and stroked his thumb over the side of Anakin's thumb, just as another point of contact.

"I assumed that was the case." Gentle and quiet in return. "I'm pretty comfortable with sex." Probably not a surprise given his strip candy land. "I don't have rigid definitions of what counts, and I'm not in any hurry. There isn't even a destination. You staying comfortable is the only thing I'm worried about right now." And if that meant fully clothed for Anakin for a while? Not a problem.

You’re not sorry ;)

[darkforcerising]

“It’s that obvious, huh?” he asked in a pained sort of way.

Finding sexual partners hadn’t exactly been top priority since his crash. His life was filled with so many other things - mostly recovery - that trying to put himself out there, even to just date, was a complicated nightmare he just hadn’t wanted to deal with. It was painful enough that now a sum more than zero of people openly recoiled from him the moment they noticed his arm, that adding the hopes and expectations wrapped up in trying to impress a date was too much. And then navigating the people there to fetishize him was another weird and gross endeavor all it’s own.

It was... just a lot.

Obi-Wan hadn’t made any kind of deal about his arm when they’d met and every day after, and it played well in the man’s favor.

He stepped closer to Obi-Wan, leaned in to kiss him.

“I want this.”

And he guided Obi-Wan’s hand to his side, pushing under his shirt so he could feel the man’s hand on his skin.

“Touch me... please.”

[neverjedi]

He did not say that, yes, actually it was that obvious. It wouldn't help, but Anakin had so, so heartbreakingly clearly had, and then lost, confidence in himself and his physicality. Sex was not all of that, but was part of that. It wouldn't have been as obvious without a clear likely cause. It was there, regardless.

Obi-Wan wasn't interested in fixing it. It wasn't about seeing a project, or anything of the sort. He just respected it.

He made a soft sound, returned the kiss when it was there, slid his hand under Anakin's shirt and slid up his side and around to his back, to splay his fingers wide across the small of his back.

"Ask and you will receive," he murmured, smiling faintly. "But you better get touching back." The last is a tease.

[darkforcerising]

In answer, Anakin slipped his hand back down Obi-Wan’s underwear to grab his ass again.

He move his mouth to kiss along Obi-Wan’s jaw, until he reached his ear. “What are the chances that I’ll get to see your ass again?”

[neverjedi]

He curled his fingers just slightly and dragged his nails in light, aimless, patterns along the small of Anakin's back.

"Perfectly good - but you're responsible for undressing me tonight."

[darkforcerising]

Anakin scrunched his brow. “I have one hand, the least you could do is help.”

[neverjedi]

"Oh, I will definitely help." He nudged at Anakin's jaw and softly kissed the pulse point in his throat.

Then started to 'help' by unfastening his jeans and unzipping them. The rest he'd duck and wriggle around to help with, but that was the hard part. "Should probably stop and empty my pockets, too, but that seems a little too smart to bother with."