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[neverjedi]

With Anakin bent down, doing things to his neck that made him gasp sharply and his pant against Anakin's skin, was perfectly positioned for Obi-Wan to sling an arm around his neck, to keep him there.

Pulled in tight against Anakin, other hand still firm on Anakin's hip, he was perfectly positioned to back up and pull Anakin with him, until he could have the added support of a wall.

No way was he going to be pinning a military vet with PTSD to anything.

Once he was against that wall, though, he got a lot more active, pulling Anakin in, solid and definitive, so that their legs slotted together and used his teeth to bite and lightly tug at the collar of Anakin's shirt, before turning his attention to the skin just under it.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin needed little encouragement to stay at Obi-Wan's neck and shoulder, oh and his neck again. He needed even less encouragement to follow Obi-Wan to the wall. It finally gave him something comfortable - both physically and mentally - to do with his right arm, he could brace himself. His left hand now moving to Obi-Wan's side to explore new territory- fuck, the man's muscles under his fingers sent heady thoughts racing through his mind.

He hissed sharply in Obi-Wan's ears when the man bit him, but it was just a pause, enough to say, "Don't stop," before he was back to that neck- shoulder- now he was teasing his ear with his teeth.

With a devilish thought, he rolled his hips against Obi-Wan's, making a point to move the slowest over Obi-Wan's cock.

[neverjedi]

That would have been... a whole hell of a lot, no matter what, but with the added drag and roughness of denim?

It was a whole hell of a lot of perfect.

His head dropped back into the wall, and every muscle in his thighs, abs, and back went straight into a slow motion arch and roll in return. The wave of pure heat knocked the breath entirely out of him, and he was just fine with that.

It did not entirely knock thought out of his head, which was why even while he was still pushing into that drag (and pulling Anakin closer at the same time), his free hand found Anakin's waistband, slid between them and unfastened Anakin's jeans.

[darkforcerising]

There was something so satisfying about getting confirmation that what you are doing is both welcomed and pleasurable. He may have smirked into Obi-Wan’s neck as he rolled along with him.

He angled his hips to give Obi-Wan the access he needed. He would have tried to help but one more hand would just get in the way.

“Don’t stop,” he said. “Please don’t stop.”

His fingers hooked onto the waist of Obi-Wan’s underwear, but he paused, waiting for permission.

[neverjedi]

"Whatever you want," he murmured, turned his head and pressed a wet, open mouthed kiss on that spot right below Anakin's jaw, to punctuate the statement.

For his part he was shuddering but steady and took Anakin's hips angling as more than permission and once his pants were open slid his hand inside, found his cock and wrapped his fingers around with a deft, and very light, touch.

[darkforcerising]

The touch of Obi-Wan's fingers stopped Anakin short completely for a few heartbeats. His moan ended in a well punctuated, "Fuck!" And he breathed through those first, intense initial waves that shook his hips, making him lean into Obi-Wan until he found his footing again.

But when he did, he slipped his hand into Obi-Wan's underwear and pulled his cock out. He switch the position of his hand on his cock so his thumb could tease the underside of the head, rubbing from slit at the tip down under to the edge then back again.

[neverjedi]

Been a while, Anakin? He wasn't going to say it - he was sharply sarcastic and teasing, but that was outright mean. He did get the impression, though, and let his hand rest still while Anakin ...got a grip.

Both literally on Obi-Wan and metaphorically on himself.

He groaned when Anakin's fingers wrapped around him, gasped at the tease and very fucking direct contact with some highly sensitive skin. Twitched his hips and gritted his teeth briefly around a soft growl. Still stayed kind of slow and light with Anakin and nuzzled and licked and kissed at Anakin's throat.

[darkforcerising]

Yes, yes it had been a while. And this was a perfect reintroduction because Obi-Wan respected the pace he needed. Which only made Anakin want to return the favor in kind, though at the pace Obi-Wan could keep up with. His movement on Obi-Wan's cock became full handed, but he kept the thumb trick at the tip.

Now that he could focus again while Obi-Wan's hand played with his cock, he found Obi-Wan's mouth and kissed him slow, long, appreciative.

[neverjedi]

His hand stayed light and somewhat slow on Anakin, just enough contact to let the slight callouses at the base of his fingers drag the slightest bit, the occasional light sweep of his thumb around the head of Anakin's cock, steering clear of the slit. Not teasing, just slowed down and ... gentle with him. Stayed warm and open in the kiss, even.

Which was pretty sharp contrast to the tension building in him. He ultimately had to pull out of the kiss with a sharp, breathless gasp and immediately pressed his forehead against the side of Anakin's neck. Close and tight enough that his eyelashes were brushing skin.

He wasn't worried about simultaneous orgasm at all, which was probably a good thing. He could keep up with a lot, and he could divide his attention just fine. It hadn't been all that long for him. His interest in actively resisting climax was pretty minimal though.

[darkforcerising]

The swipe of thumb around the head of his cock had Anakin hum in appreciation.

Obi-Wan's breathing and the halt of the kiss were telling and Anakin picked up the speed of his hand, and he made the up pull lighter in touch that the down. Anakin didn't care who went first, he just cared that they both felt good and this was achieving that goal.

[neverjedi]

He stopped breathing at the second climax became imminent. Gritted his teeth together hard, thrust his hips sharply up and into Anakin's hand exactly once before he spilled hot between them.

His hand on Anakin also stilled at that point, still there but not moving while he panted a few ragged breaths and then gently removed to nudge Anakin, gently. "Turn around. Lean back against me." Breathless, panting, flushed, physically shaky, but there was a better angle for this.

And he wanted this to be good for Anakin, quite possibly a lot more than he'd wanted his own climax.

Goddamn that icon

[darkforcerising]

Hot was exactly the word for it. If Obi-Wan hadn't stilled his hand on Anakin's cock, feeling, watching, listening to Obi-Wan climax would have sent Anakin over the edge, too.

He almost protested when Obi-Wan removed his hand, but the pause was long enough for the instruction to come, and Anakin complied with no more hesitation.

[neverjedi]

He gave Anakin time to turn and settle, then wrapped his left arm all the way across to hold on to Anakin's right hip, not hard but with enough solid strength that even if Anakin's knees buckled he'd be held up.

He closed the fingers of his right hand around Anakin's cock again, just a little more firm than he had been, and this time with a steady, easy to follow rhythm of a full handed stroke, swipe of his thumb across the head and back down again.

And since the position was so good he nipped sharply enough to just sting at the back of Anakin's neck.

[darkforcerising]

With that bite at his neck, and that new tightness on his cock, he lasted three whole strokes before he closed his eyes, arched his neck and back into Obi-Wan, gave Obi-Wan a final, "Fuck!" and climaxed. Obi-Wan was smart to hold him, because for a brief moment the world went white and up and down didn't really have a meaning. And even after his legs felt like legs again, he really just wanted to sit down for a bit, preferably still touching Obi-Wan.

[neverjedi]

He kept secure hold of Anakin through his climax and continued to do so, even after. He did not abruptly break contact, or break into what was probably a very pleasant haze. Instead he simply nuzzled and lightly kissed Anakin's neck, throat, jaw, and shoulder and moved his hand off Anakin's cock to wrap around, opposite direction of the first so they were crossed in front of Anakin and, if anything, even more secure.

"You were right, " he murmured, "there were much better ways to get my hands on your hips."

[darkforcerising]

"I knew what you were after," he said back. It was silly, he felt silly. He didn't care. He didn't care about the mess that'd gotten on his shirt or the disarray of the game they weren't actually playing, or the time on the clock.

He found his legs against and wiggled so that he could turn around and face Obi-Wan.

He didn't know why, but now he was shy. But he didn't want to pull away or look away. He just wanted to stay like this.

[neverjedi]

He gave Anakin room to turn, and actually took time to straighten up and fasten Anakin's clothes - for the time being, anyway, and wrapped his arms back around Anakin more loosely once he turned. Rubbed his knuckles slowly up and down the line of Anakin's spine.

"What can I say? You're hot."

[darkforcerising]

He leaned his forehead down to rest against Obi-Wan's, enjoying the feeling of Obi-Wan's knuckle on his back. His own hand found a place on Obi-Wan's hip, thumb tracing that line between muscles, that line that slipped under the waistband of Obi-Wan's underwear and if they were further apart would point straight at his groin.

"I thought it was my grown up taste in drinks that attracted you to me."

[neverjedi]

He stared up and directly into Anakin's eyes though he actually moaned again at the stroke of Anakin's thumb - not arousal, just a great deal of enjoyment in simply being touched.

"It was your ceaseless smart-assery and knowing the bar tenders name, actually." Also that Anakin was attractive, but that was pretty secondary. There were pretty people everywhere. "You okay?"

[darkforcerising]

That amused Anakin a great deal. "My name dropping did it?" he asked. "Well, it just so happens I also know the name of the night clerk at the corner shop just up the block from that park." He wiggled his eyebrows at that little piece of information.

"I am fantastic," he said, and then returned the favor. "You okay?"

[neverjedi]

He laughs, softly. "I'm good." He is. He's warm and relaxed and deeply content. At ease. "Are you content enough to get cleaned up, or do you need a few more minutes?" Either's fine.

[darkforcerising]

"Is this a subtle hint that you want me to start get ready to leave?" he asked, not exactly upset, just wishing this moment could last longer. "I sometimes miss subtle hints, some I'm just checking."

[neverjedi]

"No, it's a subtle hint that my hand and underwear are covered in come, and so is your shirt and it's all pretty uncomfortable. I was thinking more washing up, changing into clean clothes and curling up on the couch for a while."

He's still being so, so gentle.

...He might have some aftercare experience happening.

[darkforcerising]

"Oh! Right, ya. That sounds good. Ya." He tries to make that sound like he absolutely noticed all those things because in truth he hadn't even cared. He would have cared eventually, it just would have taken him longer to be uncomfortable. But if Obi-Wan cared, then he would.

But...

"... I don't have another shirt."

[neverjedi]

"I've got you." he kisses Anakin gently and eases him back and away, but holds onto Anakin's hand in a light, easily broken grip as he heads the short distance to the bedroom where he releases Anakin slowly. "Top dresser drawer. Grab a pair of shorts from there, too." Elastic waists, easy on and off as well as some older, solid colored, t-shirts. "I'll be back as soon as I've washed my hands."