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[neverjedi]

He might have even been waiting for that continued contact.

He was waiting on that continued contact. It was a signal Anakin was okay, settled and good with continuing.

He made a soft, pleased sound when Anakin touched him, which was maybe - maybe- a friction of a second before he was dragging his tongue along the line of Anakin's cock, base to tip where he paused, swirled his tongue around just the edge of the head, then took him into his mouth.

Light, really, careful, but not tentative just... reading and responding to Anakin.

[darkforcerising]

No matter how light or careful - or many because of that - Anakin's sharp hiss of breath was the first indication that this wouldn't take long. Obi-Wan's mouth was hot, his tongue pure magic against the the sensitive skin of is cock.

His back and neck arching against the bed were another sign that his release was building fast.

His panting and appreciative moans another.

And finally, his hand slipping through Obi-Wan's hair curled, not enough to hurt, but tug gently. And he was done, all of him released in that climax, like it had been his first time receiving oral sex.

[neverjedi]

He stayed with Anakin until his back relaxed and his hand uncurled, swallowing around him without a single bit of hesitation. Only once Anakin let go and relaxed did he pull back, and that was still pretty... gradual and careful.

In truth? He felt smug about the entire thing, which may explain why he crawled up along his body to give him a light - and closed mouth, since some people hated that - kiss on the mouth, before he lay down. On his side, with one arm slung over Anakin's waist.

"I like you." That was probably not news, but he sounded ridiculously pleased with himself.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin was not one of those people. As soon as Obi-Wan was done talking, Anakin moved to claim his mouth with his own in a deep, sensual kiss. Only breaking away to find air.

“Ya,” he said, his grin lazy, sleepy almost, basking in the warmth of having just made their bodies do. “I like you, too.”

[neverjedi]

He hummed into the kiss, with pleased surprise. Then actively cuddled up a little closer to Anakin, so his fingers curled down over his hip on the side furthest from him.

Benefits of blow-jobs? No clean up necessary.

He laughed softly. "Convenient. You can go to sleep if you want, you know." If Anakin wanted to and could. It would amount to a nap given that they'd only left after brunch, but that wasn't a bad thing.

[darkforcerising]

"I shouldn't," Anakin said, but he yawned. He tried to cover that yawn with the back of his hand.

"I have to take something to sleep right... My brain's forgotten how to work normally during sleep since the crash, it goes haywire now. But you can if you want."

[neverjedi]

"...If you shouldn't sleep and are this tired should I get up?" Because Anakin's clearly sleepy. Hell he is sleepy but also concerned.

Or respectful, really, is more like it. He's simply taking Anakin as he is.

[darkforcerising]

"What do you want to do instead of staying in bed all day?" Anakin asked.

[neverjedi]

"I have no objections to staying in bed all day, we might just have to find something interesting to keep you awake if we do that." Look, implications were made. Innuendo was right there. It was hard to resist. "We could finish the movie."

[darkforcerising]

They could finish the movie.

"C'mon," he said, standing up and grabbing a blanket. "Grab one, too. It's kind of cold without pants on." And no, he didn't want to put his pants back on.

[neverjedi]

He groaned, but also rolled over and stood up. He grabbed a second blanket and also grabbed his jeans. He didn't put them on but he was absolutely not going to be separated from his pants.

There were limits to his comfort in nudity and pantsless in someone else's house, with his pants in another room and up a flight of stairs was pushing those limits.

He followed Anakin down and curled up on the couch beside but not quite touching him. He wasn't quite sure where those lines were at the moment and he was willing to exercise some patience to figure it out. They also still had the movie, which he sincerely did love.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin didn't have any lines, now. At least when it came to sitting half naked next to a guy who'd just said, 'I like you,' and he'd responded the same. He scooted closer.

"It's warmer if we share blankets."

[neverjedi]

"Ah. I had wondered." He immediately shook his blanket around to wrap around them both and wrapped himself around Anakin loosely. "Start the damn movie." He kissed Anakin's temple.

[darkforcerising]

He started the movie again.

Anakin liked this: Obi-Wan leaning into him, blankets trapping warmth. He slipped his hand under the blanket to rest on Obi-Wan's leg, his thumb brushing his skin.

[neverjedi]

He made a soft, contented sound at that, flexed muscle and then settled a bit heavier against Anakin with a deeply contented sigh. That just felt good.

He watched the movie.

Though true to his word at the last scene he absolutely sang along.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin laughed as Obi-Wan's serenaded him - or the movie. Anakin wasn't sure if he was in competition with a movie at this point.

When the credits started rolling, Anakin reached for Obi-Wan's arm to pull him back down on top of him. He shifted his legs so that Obi-Wan would be between them.

"Movie is done, what do you want to do now?"

[neverjedi]

For that last scene, and only that scene, Anakin was not only in competition with the movie, he lost the competition.

But it was only for that single scene and he refocused on Anakin completely as soon as it ended. He sprawled down between his legs, and responded to the question with a soft laugh.

"Get fucked and have dinner." The order's flexible, but he'd been asked.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin rolled his hips up into Obi-Wan's as he settled back between his legs. And he sucked in a breath when Obi-Wan listed their options. And he became inflexible in a certain way Obi-Wan was sure to not miss.

"Yes and yes, please."

[neverjedi]

He laughed - not at Anakin, but in delight at just how easy that was, and the immediacy of response he got. It was pretty breathless, though, thanks to that roll of Anakin's hips, the drag and friction and feeling Anakin harden against him.

Or the very physical effect that had on him.

He ducked his head just far enough to lightly - gently - tug Anakin's lower lip with his teeth before settling in for a deep, brief, kiss. "Aren't you glad I brought my jeans back downstairs?"

Meant they didn't have to move.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin found a gentle rhythm to the motion of his hips, slow, shallow, but intoxicating.

He was losing himself in the feeling and said, "Hmm, what?" Because at first he didn't remember why Obi-Wan's pants were important.

But then he thought about it, and remembered.

"Oh, right..." and he started looking for the jeans, but given his position and lack of dexterity, grabbing the jeans would be Obi-Wan's job.

[neverjedi]

It was the kind of easy, shallow, steady rhythm that, for all it turned him on, made his skin flush and his breath catch-

also made him want to dance with Anakin, someday.

He took hold of Anakin's hand - the left one - when he started looking, and held it lightly while he kissed the center of his palm, trailed kisses down to the inside of his wrist, then physically placed Anakin's hand on his back.

"I'll get them in a second," he promised. For the moment? Just moving with Anakin was damned good.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin was willing to be diverted, especially when Obi-Wan's cock moved against his like that.

He kept his hand still on Obi-Wan's back for only a few moments before it slipped under his shirt and started exploring the rises and falls of his spine. Touching skin.

[neverjedi]

Oh, right.

He was wearing a shirt wasn't he? That should go away. He arched his back into Anakin's hand with a frustrated noise and-

Well he could do this himself, but that would be more loss of contact, so.

"Grab the hem, please."

[darkforcerising]

Anakin wasn't sure how he could really help here, but he followed instructions and grabbed the hem of Obi-Wan's shirt.

[neverjedi]

Obi-Wan ducked and pulled and twisted in a particular way that ended with Anakin holding the shirt and Obi-Wan out of it.

He took the shirt from Anakin almost primly and dropped it off the side of the couch so he could kiss Anakin.

He took advantage to reach down, stretch and snag his jeans so they'd be handy when they needed the contents of his pockets.