"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?"
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
Anakin was expecting an awkward moment this first time. He could shy away from it and prolong the moment, or, maybe just explaining things would help.
He held up his prosthetic arm, it was gun-metal black. He was thinking of changing the color for fun, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. "My arm actually stops here-" He pointed to a spot on the prosthetic that would be a few inches down from his elbow, though the prosthetic had a carbon-fiber fabric that extended up above his elbow to kept the limb snug in place. "All the sensors that make it work are in this space. All the rest," he pointed to the lower part of the arm. "That's just mostly empty space to make it look like an arm as much as possible."
His scars, well, they were a mix of burns and lines where he'd been stitched back together. There was one that cut right through his Air Fore wings tattoo.
He rocked back on his heels and took in just how Anakin looked, where scars were as well as the prosthetic. He listened to what Anakin had to say, of course, and took in information as well.
When Anakin was finished he had exactly one question he was concerned about.
"How careful do I need to be with and of it?" How breakable is it, mostly, is the question he's asking, or easily dislodged or likely to hurt something?
This was a detour in their plans, but probably absolutely necessary.
Anakin reached for Obi-Wan's hand with his robotic hand.
"I can't feel you in the fingers or palm when I do this," he laced their fingers. "But I can feel the whole thing move against this part," he tapped the base near his elbow. "And I can control it enough to bend my fingers a little," and then his fingers curled a bit around Obi-Wan's hand. "But you're not going to break it, the materials are pretty strong." He even tugged back with his hands to show how firmly attached it was to the rest of his arm. It didn't budge.
"I have to see what I am doing if I do things with it, so it's better if I just use it to brace myself rather than try any fancy tricks."
This was probably necessary if they were going to keep doing this, though really he would have waited if Anakin wanted to wait, and he certainly didn't expect to get a crash course all at once.
Not that he was objecting.
Or not taking it in and listening.
The most useful thing to him in the moment was knowing that it was firmly attached, but the rest was good. "Okay. Do you want me to avoid it in particular or just treat it like the rest of you?" Albeit without sensation.
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Date: 2020-02-14 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-15 01:56 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-15 02:01 am (UTC)He watched the movie.
Though true to his word at the last scene he absolutely sang along.
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Date: 2020-02-15 06:13 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2020-02-15 06:18 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-15 06:47 am (UTC)"Yes and yes, please."
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Date: 2020-02-15 02:56 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-15 10:25 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-15 11:19 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-16 05:05 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-16 05:07 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2020-02-16 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-16 05:12 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-16 05:25 am (UTC)While Obi-Wan was reaching for his jeans, Anakin's hand slipped between them to gently grab ahold of him.
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Date: 2020-02-16 05:35 am (UTC)He was still holding the jeans. They could wait.
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Date: 2020-02-16 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-16 06:12 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2020-02-16 06:18 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-16 06:26 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-16 06:48 am (UTC)“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.”
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Date: 2020-02-16 08:15 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-02-16 11:18 pm (UTC)He held up his prosthetic arm, it was gun-metal black. He was thinking of changing the color for fun, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. "My arm actually stops here-" He pointed to a spot on the prosthetic that would be a few inches down from his elbow, though the prosthetic had a carbon-fiber fabric that extended up above his elbow to kept the limb snug in place. "All the sensors that make it work are in this space. All the rest," he pointed to the lower part of the arm. "That's just mostly empty space to make it look like an arm as much as possible."
His scars, well, they were a mix of burns and lines where he'd been stitched back together. There was one that cut right through his Air Fore wings tattoo.
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Date: 2020-02-17 03:32 am (UTC)When Anakin was finished he had exactly one question he was concerned about.
"How careful do I need to be with and of it?" How breakable is it, mostly, is the question he's asking, or easily dislodged or likely to hurt something?
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Date: 2020-02-17 05:26 am (UTC)Anakin reached for Obi-Wan's hand with his robotic hand.
"I can't feel you in the fingers or palm when I do this," he laced their fingers. "But I can feel the whole thing move against this part," he tapped the base near his elbow. "And I can control it enough to bend my fingers a little," and then his fingers curled a bit around Obi-Wan's hand. "But you're not going to break it, the materials are pretty strong." He even tugged back with his hands to show how firmly attached it was to the rest of his arm. It didn't budge.
"I have to see what I am doing if I do things with it, so it's better if I just use it to brace myself rather than try any fancy tricks."
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Date: 2020-02-17 03:58 pm (UTC)Not that he was objecting.
Or not taking it in and listening.
The most useful thing to him in the moment was knowing that it was firmly attached, but the rest was good. "Okay. Do you want me to avoid it in particular or just treat it like the rest of you?" Albeit without sensation.
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