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.
The question was jarring, though he knew Obi-Wan meant well. Or at least he hoped Obi-Wan meant well.
His prosthetic was part of the rest of him. But he didn't want to have to explain the politics here. He wanted the moment they had just heart beats ago.
There were a lot of places that people didn't like to be touched, for a lot of reasons. That were parts of their bodies.
The phrasing may have been terrible, but his intent wasn't any more complicated than that.
"All right."
He is completely thrown, now, though and takes a second to blink and think and then grab both condom and lube from the couch cushions. "Can we go back to bed?" Maybe see if they could both try to settle down and rediscover the desire to do this, with the changed plan and necessary discussion done?
Oh, good, Anakin hadn’t made things irrevocably awkward. He latched on to Obi-Wan’s suggestion, nodded readily, and got up. He grabbed Obi-Wan’s free hand and led him up to his bed.
The walk let him clear his mind, switch back into the moment, and re-find his footing.
Once at his bed, he turned around to Obi-Wan and pulled him in to kiss him, slow but full of desire.
He threaded his fingers through Anakin's as he followed him back up to bed, and spent the walk itself doing much the same thing. Getting re-reassured and finding balance again.
That he had Anakin naked and holding his hand?
Really nice.
He let go of Anakin's hand to slide his fingers down from the base of Anakin's skull, all the way along his spine as he returned that kiss. He was pretty slow himself, but there was a lot of heat there it was just very focused heat.
Enough so that ultimately he moaned into the kiss and gently pushed Anakin to lay down.
Anakin didn't mind the push at all. He sat down and moved back, his hand grabbing Obi-Wan's to pull him on top.
This time, his kisses were more urgent. He didn't want to waste another moment worrying about how awkward this could be. His hand slipped down Obi-Wan's chest, over his stomach... his fingers lingered a while tracing the lines and counting muscles, but his hand eventually came back to Obi-Wan's cock.
The light, lingering, touches actually just about drove him out of his mind. There was something about them that was almost teasing and came damn close to making him make undignified, pleading, noises. To the degree that by the time Anakin's hand made it back to his cock, it was relief deepening his groan.
He settled over on his side pretty quickly, though carefully, so he could reach Anakin. Keep his hands on Anakin, sliding up the inside of his thighs, over his stomach and never quite touching his erection. Kept his mouth busy on Anakin's shoulder and throat and collarbone at the same time.
Yes, he was teasing a bit. Because he could, and also because naked was a big deal for Anakin, and slowing it down was a good idea.
Every time Obi-Wan's hands brushed past his cock, Anakin paused whatever he was doing - kissing, stroking Obi-Wan's cock - and his breath hitched. But he was doing that with just about every other touch as well. It had been so long since someone had touched him like this and it was just about overwhelming.
He loved it and let Obi-Wan know every time he groaned.
And he didn't want it to stop any time soon and that meant slowing things down a bit.
He moved his hand off Obi-Wan's cock and caught the other man's hand.
"Just need to go a little slower," he explained while rubbing his thumb along the side of Obi-Wan's hand.
"Okay," he said, easily, settled down beside Anakin, threaded his fingers through Anakin's, draped his ankle over Anakin's - lightly, not restraining or from terribly close, just a point of further contact. "Thank you for telling me." Not sarcasm that's outright praise and appreciation.
Anakin took his time playing with Obi-Wan's hand. Untangling their fingers so they touched palm to palm, moving his pointer finger down the palm side of Obi-Wan's pointer finger, then back to threading their fingers together again. This simple touch was enough to keep him present, but not overwhelmed.
When he felt like they'd paused long enough to let him catch up, he leaned back over to kiss Obi-Wan. He hooked his ankle around Obi-Wan's, pulling the other man's leg into the space between his own legs. And he tugged on Obi-Wan's hand to pull the man over him.
He was perfectly content to wait on Anakin to settle again and followed his lead back over top of Anakin just as readily. HE was still turned on, but more relaxed and -
leaned down to kiss Anakin, slowly.
"Would this be more comfortable for you if we switched back to the original plan?"
"Um-" How did he say this? This was bound to come up eventually, just now that they were here, it was as embarrassing as he'd expected. But he also knew he'd have to get comfortable with his next request because if he wanted sex, he couldn't skip this part.
Obi-Wan's guess was partially right. Anakin enjoyed either option, but logistically speaking, this first time since his accident, condom application was all in Obi-Wan's hands.
But Obi-Wan didn't ask. So Anakin didn't explain.
He smiled softly, grateful Obi-Wan wasn't going to make a deal about this. "Okay." And he nodded and pulled Obi-Wan closer so he could kiss him.
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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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Date: 2020-02-18 01:41 am (UTC)His prosthetic was part of the rest of him. But he didn't want to have to explain the politics here. He wanted the moment they had just heart beats ago.
"Just avoid it, I'll keep it out of the way."
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Date: 2020-02-20 04:15 pm (UTC)The phrasing may have been terrible, but his intent wasn't any more complicated than that.
"All right."
He is completely thrown, now, though and takes a second to blink and think and then grab both condom and lube from the couch cushions. "Can we go back to bed?" Maybe see if they could both try to settle down and rediscover the desire to do this, with the changed plan and necessary discussion done?
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Date: 2020-02-20 08:10 pm (UTC)The walk let him clear his mind, switch back into the moment, and re-find his footing.
Once at his bed, he turned around to Obi-Wan and pulled him in to kiss him, slow but full of desire.
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Date: 2020-02-20 10:48 pm (UTC)He threaded his fingers through Anakin's as he followed him back up to bed, and spent the walk itself doing much the same thing. Getting re-reassured and finding balance again.
That he had Anakin naked and holding his hand?
Really nice.
He let go of Anakin's hand to slide his fingers down from the base of Anakin's skull, all the way along his spine as he returned that kiss. He was pretty slow himself, but there was a lot of heat there it was just very focused heat.
Enough so that ultimately he moaned into the kiss and gently pushed Anakin to lay down.
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Date: 2020-02-21 03:05 am (UTC)This time, his kisses were more urgent. He didn't want to waste another moment worrying about how awkward this could be. His hand slipped down Obi-Wan's chest, over his stomach... his fingers lingered a while tracing the lines and counting muscles, but his hand eventually came back to Obi-Wan's cock.
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Date: 2020-02-24 11:37 pm (UTC)He settled over on his side pretty quickly, though carefully, so he could reach Anakin. Keep his hands on Anakin, sliding up the inside of his thighs, over his stomach and never quite touching his erection. Kept his mouth busy on Anakin's shoulder and throat and collarbone at the same time.
Yes, he was teasing a bit. Because he could, and also because naked was a big deal for Anakin, and slowing it down was a good idea.
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Date: 2020-02-25 02:51 am (UTC)He loved it and let Obi-Wan know every time he groaned.
And he didn't want it to stop any time soon and that meant slowing things down a bit.
He moved his hand off Obi-Wan's cock and caught the other man's hand.
"Just need to go a little slower," he explained while rubbing his thumb along the side of Obi-Wan's hand.
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Date: 2020-02-27 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-02 01:08 am (UTC)When he felt like they'd paused long enough to let him catch up, he leaned back over to kiss Obi-Wan. He hooked his ankle around Obi-Wan's, pulling the other man's leg into the space between his own legs. And he tugged on Obi-Wan's hand to pull the man over him.
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Date: 2020-03-02 01:58 am (UTC)leaned down to kiss Anakin, slowly.
"Would this be more comfortable for you if we switched back to the original plan?"
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Date: 2020-03-02 04:28 am (UTC)"Um-" How did he say this? This was bound to come up eventually, just now that they were here, it was as embarrassing as he'd expected. But he also knew he'd have to get comfortable with his next request because if he wanted sex, he couldn't skip this part.
"I'll... need help with the condom."
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Date: 2020-03-02 04:31 am (UTC)He didn't, but he wanted to.
He also knew it was awkward for Anakin to ask, but: "It'll be fun," he promises. For both of them done right. Lots and lots and lots of fun.
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Date: 2020-03-02 04:48 am (UTC)But Obi-Wan didn't ask. So Anakin didn't explain.
He smiled softly, grateful Obi-Wan wasn't going to make a deal about this. "Okay." And he nodded and pulled Obi-Wan closer so he could kiss him.
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