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[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.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin was amused by Obi-Wan's disrobing antics and for a split second, he got the most amazing sight of a fully naked Obi-Wan kneeling over him... dear god.

While Obi-Wan was reaching for his jeans, Anakin's hand slipped between them to gently grab ahold of him.

[neverjedi]

The sound he made when Anakin's hand closed around him probably should have been illegal. It was soft, yeah, but somewhere from deep in his chest, uninhibited and accompanied with him kneeling up completely, spine arched in a way that gave Anakin more room and better access to him, braced there with a hand on Anakin's shoulder.

He was still holding the jeans. They could wait.

[darkforcerising]

Well that was something, the man even moaned beautifully. He gently stroked Obi-Wan's cock, base to tip, a few times, just to see what would happen. He didn't need reciprocity even to feel his own arousal. Just watching and hearing Obi-Wan was fun enough. For now.

[neverjedi]

It was good that Anakin didn't expect reciprocity since Obi-Wan had been caught off guard and had one hand fully occupied with staying upright, the other holding onto his jeans and was not in a position to do a heck of a lot to return what Anakin was doing for him.

He did, however, hold not a damn thing back in his response, nor hide it, nor feel at all embarrassed by it. His stomach and thighs tightened and flexed, his skin flushed and he bit his lower lip -

Then realized he was holding the jeans and- "Hold on."

[darkforcerising]

Anakin took that to mean he should stop playing with Obi-Wan's cock, at least for a moment. They were in no rush. It was Saturday, he didn't have anywhere to be.

He took his hand and placed it on Obi-Wan's hip, which was still a nice place to touch. And it's not like his thumb was still- he brushed it lightly over the skin there.

And suddenly Anakin was very aware of how comfortable he was, which wasn't a bad thing. Not at all. Everything about this weekend had been wonderful and he'd felt no pressure, no judgment. And it just made everything they were doing right at that moment all the more enjoyable.

[neverjedi]

Obi-Wan would never, ever, take credit for someone else's comfort level, in any sense but not breaking it.

That said, he had long ago realized that being with someone who was utterly confident and comfortable in their skin, at ease in themselves and sexuality and sex, went a long, long way toward providing a stable base for other people to get comfortable, and for not breaking what was there.

Not that his confidence was some sort of act designed to manipulate just - it was sometimes pretty helpful. That he was sincerely concerned with his partner being comfortable and happy likely didn't hurt, either.

He fished the lube and condoms out of his jeans pocket when Anakin moved his hand, pushed both into the couch cushions near Anakin's left hand. "Thanks." Then he discarded the jeans and settled right back down to kissing Anakin.

This time just a little less lazily, with a little more intent, but still pretty... relaxed about the whole, entire, thing.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin went with the new pace of things. Until he felt mischievous enough to nip at Obi-Wan’s lip, not enough to hurt. But enough to change things.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said when there was a break in the kissing.

“But...” he pushed at Obi-Wan, not to end things, but Anakin wanted to sit up.

He reached for the hem of his shirt. “Help me.”

[neverjedi]

That... was a change in direction and plan.

He didn't mind, at all; he was really flexible about these things, and Anakin wanting that and asking for help in getting his shirt off was a huge, huge thing. It was just unexpected enough for there to be a near audible record scratch in his mind.

It did not prevent him from sitting up immediately, when pushed at. It just resulted in him stopping there for a second with his head tilted.

A second.

Then he smiled, and moved back to give Anakin room so sit up more, slid his hands under Anakin's shirt and - well, helped, though he was pretty careful. Possibly more so than he needed to once he touched scar tissue, but he'd be cautious anyway because he had no clear idea of where or how the prosthetic began.