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neverjedi

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From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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."

From:

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?"

From:

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?"

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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."

Edited Date: 2020-02-02 01:31 am (UTC)

From:

darkforcerising

Anakin watched Obi-Wan leave because that was a side of him yet to be seen, and he wasn't shy about what he was doing. But when he let the minute drag long enough, he turned to the dresser to pull out a shirt.

"Why do you want me in shorts?" he called after Obi-Wan.

From:

neverjedi

"I'm offering options. If you're comfortable in jeans, it's fine." You weirdo.

He stripped his underwear off, tossed them in his hamper, washed up and then came back naked and went to the dresser to grab a pair of shorts, t-shirt, and yeah, clean boxer briefs (red ones this time) for himself.

From:

darkforcerising

He was still by the dresser when Obi-Wan came back, in the (slow) process of changing his shirt. Anakin could stare, right? He was pretty sure he could stare. Obi-Wan was just boldly walking around like that, how could he not watch and show that he was enjoying the view. He was even distracted enough to not be - or show embarrassment for his scars revealed now that he was shirtless.

From:

neverjedi

Anakin was absolutely welcome to watch all he wanted. In fact, Obi-Wan didn't seem to even notice the attention.

The scars he noticed and left unremarked upon, though he did drag his fingers up Anakin's arm, from elbow to shoulder, and then up the side of his neck. Just a casual, passing, touch before he moved away far enough to start pulling clothes on.

From:

darkforcerising

The touch sent shivers up Anakin's spine and also broke the spell he was under. Just enough that he could pull the shirt on over his head and tug it down while watching Obi-Wan.

The man had a beautiful body!

And it wasn't as if he expected this to happen again. Hoped, but if it didn't, the memories would be worth it.

"I'm gonna wash my hand and then I'll join you on the couch."

From:

neverjedi

He nodded slightly - not unhappy just quiet, and retreated to the living room - which was still visible from the bedroom because New York - got the rest of his clothes picked up and into the hamper, put the game away and by the time Anakin had finished washing up was curled comfortably up in a corner of the sofa.

When Anakin came back he held one out to him in invitation.

Would it happen again? No idea. He would be more sorry if it didn't than if it did, though.

From:

darkforcerising

Anakin came back into the room and took Obi-Wan's hand and sat next to him.

"Did you hid the shirt I won?" He kept his face as even as possible for as long as possible.

From:

neverjedi

"It's in the hamper in the bedroom. You're welcome to retrieve it if you want." He wrapped one arm around Anakin, slid down lower in the seat and outright turned Anakin into a blanket over him.

From:

darkforcerising

"You say one thing," Anakin hmmed, but didn't protest as Obi-Wan pulled him in. In fact, Anakin much preferred touching and being touched - it had been a rough year and a half.

"But you're doing things that make it impossible."

From:

neverjedi

"I'm not doing anything," he said, leaning his head back, closing his eyes and trailing his fingers up and down Anakin's back.

He had no idea what time it was. Late enough that morning was going to hurt.

Worth it.