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Obi-Wan was sure that Anakin had no idea just how irresistible he was being today. It started with Anakin sleepily shifting against him that morning. An innocent enough movement on its own; however, the way Anakin’s leg draped over Obi-Wan’s cock was making the squirming much less innocent. 

He hadn’t had the heart to wake Anakin up when he was sleeping so well and there hadn’t been time during their morning to fuck Anakin into the mattress like he really wanted to. 

Trying to relieve the tension in his trousers, he opted to try and meditate in the gardens, but was only reminded of his predicament when Anakin found him and offered to join him. He knew full well that Anakin wasn’t trying to turn him on this much, but when Anakin sighed as he tried to meditate, Obi-Wan was only reminded of the soft sighs and whimpers Anakin could never keep contained when Obi-Wan was teasing him. 

Obi-Wan stole a glance at Anakin, his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to meditate as he had promised Obi-Wan he would every day. Obi-Wan watched as Anakin swallowed thickly, his jaw clenched as he tried to focus, his hands on his knees, long fingers absently rubbing against the fabric of his trousers…

Obi-Wan had to stop looking. Anakin wasn’t even doing anything different than usual which was the most frustrating part of all. By all rights, Obi-Wan shouldn’t be this turned on.

The day only grew more frustrating when Anakin insisted on sparring. He knew it was Anakin’s favorite thing to do and he could never deny him such a pleasure, but the physical exertion did little to relieve the aching in his trousers. 

Especially when Anakin decided he was getting too warm and stripped off his outer layers leaving only an undershirt on that clung to his abs. 

Obi-Wan lost that round. 

And the next. 

Anakin teased that he was growing old, that he couldn’t keep up anymore, that maybe he had lost some of his endurance. 

Obi-Wan somehow found the strength not to show Anakin right then and there just how much stamina he truly had. 

The last straw was Anakin insisting he take a shower before dinner to wash off the sweat from sparring. Another completely innocent act; however, when Anakin came walking out of the fresher with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Obi-Wan was at the end of his rope. 

“What’s this for?” Anakin smirked as Obi-Wan’s calloused hands roughly grabbed Anakin’s naked sides and pulled him close. 

“You have no idea, do you?” Obi-Wan said with certainty and bit roughly at the crook in Anakin’s neck eliciting the soft hiss that Obi-Wan had wanted to hear all day. 

Anakin squirmed as Obi-Wan licked over the bite mark he had just made. “No idea?” he managed. 

“Just how infuriating you are,” Obi-Wan murmured. 

“I haven’t even done anything,” Anakin teasingly complained. 

Obi-Wan huffed a small laugh. “Not purposely,” he growled. “Which makes it all the more maddening.” He ghosted his fingers over Anakin’s abs up his chest, pinching Anakin’s nipple. 

“Master,” Anakin moaned, using the heel of his hand to push against his hardening cock. 

“Say that again,” Obi-Wan instructed before nipping at Anakin’s left nipple. 

“Master,” Anakin tried to do as he was told, but halfway through saying it, the word caught in his throat. 

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan growled again, low in his throat as he bit at Anakin’s ear. “Tell me what that means.” 

Anakin shivered and Obi-Wan’s hand slipped over the small of his back, his fingers splayed wide when he pulled Anakin closer. “You’re in charge,” he said obediently. “You’re my master.” 

“Good boy,” Obi-Wan praised and relished again the little shiver that came from Anakin. “Because you know you submit to me.” 

“Fuck,” Anakin whimpered, his lips parted in anticipation. “Obi-Wan,” he whined. “What- why-?” He didn’t know how to finish his question. 

“Because you are so incredibly gorgeous,” Obi-Wan answered simply as if that explained everything. “And you have the audacity to walk around here looking the way you do.” 

“I’m not that-” Anakin started mumbling, but Obi-Wan cut him off with a kiss. 

“Enough of that now,” Obi-Wan said sternly. It was clearly not a negotiable point. 

Anakin whined when Obi-Wan’s fingers traced along Anakin’s jaw to his lips. 

“Suck,” Obi-Wan ordered and Anakin easily obeyed, taking two of Obi-Wan’s fingers in his mouth. “Put your hands behind your head and keep them there.” 

Anakin did as he was told, interlacing the fingers of his hands behind his head. 

“You submit so well,” Obi-Wan praised and Anakin groaned around his fingers. “So completely mine,” he bit sharply at Anakin’s shoulder and Anakin whined again, the sound buzzing around Obi-Wan’s fingers still firmly in Anakin’s mouth. 

Using his free hand, Obi-Wan tugged at the loosely fastened towel around Anakin’s waist and let it drop to the floor. 

Humming against Obi-Wan’s fingers, Anakin startled when Obi-Wan wrapped a hand around Anakin’s erection, stroking slowly. “You’re mine,” Obi-Wan said again, his voice low. “Mine to play with, mine to tease, mine to fuck.”

Anakin’s breathing was growing erratic as he moaned again, saliva wetting the corners of his mouth as he continued sucking Obi-Wan’s fingers.

“Get on the bed,” Obi-Wan said firmly and pulled his fingers from Anakin’s mouth. 

Anakin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and did what he thought Obi-Wan wanted, sitting on his heels in the center of the bed. 

“On your back and put your hands above your head,” Obi-Wan said simply and Anakin thrummed with want as he worked to do exactly as he was told. 

“Aren’t you lovely?” Obi-Wan praised, standing at the side of the bed. “Submitting like this. Completely at my mercy.”
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin complained. 

“What’s my name, naughty boy?” Obi-Wan corrected as he slowly took off his robes. 

“Master,” Anakin rasped out, his mouth dry. 

“Much better,” Obi-Wan praised again, now stripped of his clothing. He grabbed the obi that he had let fall to the floor and knelt on the bed by Anakin’s head. 

“Just to make sure you do as you’re told,” Obi-Wan grinned as he secured Anakin’s hands to the bedpost. He pulled at the restraints to test the knot before sitting back, satisfied with his work. 

“I’m behaving!” Anakin said petulantly. 

“You might not be for long,” Obi-Wan smiled wickedly and knelt between Anakin’s legs. “And since you teased me all day, I think it’s about time I returned that favor.” 

“Master,” Anakin moaned. “I wasn’t trying to tease you,” he said again. 

“Well, I’m going to try and succeed in teasing you now,” Obi-Wan threatened. “And you will behave. And you will know your place. And you will take everything I give you.” 

“Oh, fuck,” Anakin groaned and pulled at the sash that was holding him in place. “Please, Master.” 

Obi-Wan ran a hand up Anakin’s inner thigh and scratched lightly with his fingernails, watching as Anakin’s thighs twitched. 

“I love these thighs,” Obi-Wan whispered, bending over and biting at the tender skin. 

“Fuck, Master!” Anakin tugged again, the pain so deliciously sharp. Obi-Wan’s hands ran  up Anakin’s thighs and he dug his fingers into Anakin’s hips before biting again. 

“Master!” Anakin called out. “Please!” 

“I know you like that,” Obi-Wan said and kissed the bite marks he had just created. “I know you like the pain.”

Anakin groaned and arched his back, searching for some friction for his aching cock. 

“And I know you like it when you can see marks the next morning.” Obi-Wan bit again, this time harder. 

“Oh, fuck!” Anakin flinched at the sharp sting. “Fuck, I love it, Master!” 

“I know you do,” Obi-Wan laughed low in his throat. He ran a hand lightly over the red, puffy bites on the sensitive skin of Anakin’s thigh. “And I want you to remember that tomorrow, when you’re sore, when it hurts to sit, that your master gave you everything you wanted.”

A whimper escaped Anakin and he twisted again in his restraints. 

“Thank me properly, Anakin,” Obi-Wan ordered. 

“Thank you, Master,” Anakin breathed out quickly. 

“For?” Obi-Wan prompted. 

“Thank you, Master, for fucking me. For making it hurt. For reminding me that I’m yours,” Anakin said quickly. 

“Such a good boy,” Obi-Wan grinned, dragging a finger up Anakin’s cock and teasing its head. 

“And this cock,” Obi-Wan murmured. “Always so needy. Always ready to please.” 

“Please, Master. Keep going,” Anakin rolled his hips up. 

“Oh, you want more?” Obi-Wan asked innocently. 

Anakin frowned and lifted his head, saying indignantly, “Master, please! I’m…” he faltered, almost embarrassed by what he wanted to say next. 

“You what?” Obi-Wan coaxed. 

His brain was fuzzy and he couldn’t come up with the words that would be least humiliating. “Please, Master. I want to please you.” 

Obi-Wan’s mouth curled into another wicked grin. “Is that so?”

“Yes, Master,” Anakin said quickly. 

“You have an awful lot of making up to do after what you did to me today,” Obi-Wan whispered. “You’ll get your chance to please me, needy boy. No need to worry about that.” 

“Thank you,” Anakin whimpered. 

“I’m going to fuck that teasing mouth of yours and show you how much endurance I actually have,” Obi-Wan promised. “But not before I have you truly begging for it.” 

“But, Master, I am begging for it,” Anakin pouted. 

“First, you’re going to lay here at my mercy and listen to every single thing I have to say about this perfect,” Obi-Wan kissed above Anakin’s navel, “gorgeous,” Obi-Wan kissed up Anakin’s sternum, “body.”

Anakin squirmed uncomfortably underneath Obi-Wan’s weight and Obi-Wan noticed the change in his demeanor.

“Darling,” Obi-Wan said, his voice suddenly gentle. “You believe me when I say that, don’t you?”

Avoiding Obi-Wan’s gaze, Anakin said shyly, “If you say so.” 

“But you don’t believe me,” Obi-Wan clarified. 

Anakin shrugged. 

“What’s your color, my love?” Obi-Wan asked softly.

“Green!” Anakin said quickly and rolled his hips up. “It’s green.” 

“Hmm,” Obi-Wan hummed with a smile. “Tell me something, dearest,” he continued softly. “What’s your favorite part of you?” 

Anakin raised an eyebrow curiously. “What?”

“What part of your body do you like the most?”

“Um,” Anakin screwed his face up as he tried to think of a coherent answer. At one point, he might have said his hands… but not anymore. Maybe his eyes, but the scar seemed to mar that. 

“My shoulders, maybe,” he mumbled. He liked how they looked when Obi-Wan peppered them with kisses and little bites. 

Obi-Wan smiled warmly. “Good boy,” he whispered. “And what a lovely part of you,” Obi-Wan agreed as he leaned down to kiss along the skin of Anakin’s collarbone. He nipped again at the skin leaving behind a red mark. “Such strong shoulders,” Obi-Wan whispered, his mouth pressed into Anakin’s shoulder. 

“I had to watch them all day when you meditated with me and when you practically stripped bare to spar with me.” 

“I didn’t ‘strip bare’!” Anakin laughed in protest. 

“Might as well have,” Obi-Wan growled and rolled his hips forward, rutting lazily into Anakin’s cock. 

“Oh, fuck!” Anakin gasped at the sudden friction. 

“How does that feel, sweet boy?” Obi-Wan asked in a low whisper. 

“So good, Master,” Anakin groaned. 

“Now, Anakin,” Obi-Wan continued. “What part of you do you have trouble liking?” 

Anakin blushed, his eyes flitting to his mech-arm before saying, “I don’t know.” 

“I think you do,” Obi-Wan whispered. 

Anakin squirmed again. “My arm,” he said in a hushed voice. 

Obi-Wan kissed up Anakin’s arm to where durasteel met flesh. “This arm?” he whispered. “This arm that wields your lightsaber to save thousands? This arm that holds me when I need you? This arm that does so much good?”

“Master,” Anakin complained, the color rising to his cheeks. “I guess those are good points,” he mumbled. 

“I love every part of you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan promised. “Just look at what you’ve done to me,” he said with a growl, thrusting again against Anakin’s leaking cock. “One look at you and my cock was hard again.” 

“Fuuuuuck,” Anakin drew the word out. “Please, Master. It’s so good. It’s so green, Master,” he insisted. 

“You like hearing how hard you make me, hm?” Obi-Wan mused. “How when we were sparring, all I wanted to do was bend you over and fuck you until the only word left in you was ‘master’?”

Anakin tugged at the sash again, shuddering a low growl, while Obi-Wan rolled a nipple between his fingers. 

“Master,” Anakin whimpered. “Fuck, please, I love you.” 

Obi-Wan stilled his fingers. “Say that again, dearest.” 

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, his eyes squeezed shut as he thrust his head back. “Fuck, I love you so much, Master.” 

“Handsome and sweet,” Obi-Wan murmured. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

“Master, please,” Anakin squirmed under Obi-Wan’s weight. “Please fuck me.” 

“Looks like I’ll have to do something about that, hm?” Obi-Wan cocked his head. 

“Yes!” Anakin said eagerly and Obi-Wan reached for the lube. 

Anakin felt the coolness of the lube on his rim as Obi-Wan thrust in one finger, twisting it this way and that while Anakin squirmed against the restraints. 

“You can start with two,” Anakin complained. 

Obi-Wan knew that, but enjoyed so much making Anakin wait for it. “You are submitting to me so I will do with you as I please. Is that clear, Anakin?” Obi-Wan said sternly, though he added a second as he said it. 

“Oh, fuck!” Anakin shivered. “Yes, Master.” 

Obi-Wan’s fingers worked in and out of Anakin, opening him up faster than he normally might like, but he had waited all day for this, after all. 

“Master, I’m ready!” Anakin begged.  

“You’re ready when I say you’re ready,”  Obi-Wan reminded him, his voice firm and unyielding, but added another finger. 

“Thank you, Master,” Anakin whimpered as he wiggled his hips with the thrusting of Obi-Wan’s fingers. 

When Obi-Wan finally seemed satisfied, he reached above Anakin and untied him, flexing Anakin’s wrist to relieve any soreness. 

“Sit up,” Obi-Wan instructed and waited for Anakin to do as he was told before taking Anakin’s place on the bed. He stroked at his erection while Anakin settled between his legs. 

“Please, Master. Let me suck,” Anakin begged.  

“That’s the idea, dear one,” Obi-Wan said with a wry smile. “Let’s put that mouth to work, shall we?” 

Anakin nodded, barely giving Obi-Wan time to catch his breath before Anakin’s mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking eagerly. 

“I know you can take more than that,” Obi-Wan purred, his hands in Anakin’s hair, still damp from his shower.  

Anakin hummed and took as much as he dared, Obi-Wan’s fingers pulling tighter and tighter. The sting in his scalp paired perfectly with the burning at the back of his throat as he tried to take Obi-Wan as deep as he could. 

“Fuck, Anakin,” Obi-Wan growled. “Just like that, my love,” he said as Anakin ate up all the praise Obi-Wan was giving him. 

“That’s right, get it nice and wet for when I fuck you,” Obi-Wan praised again and Anakin shuddered at the words. 

“That’s enough,” Obi-Wan said, tapping Anakin’s shoulder, knowing he probably would have come then and there if he didn’t stop Anakin soon.

Anakin backed off, waiting for Obi-Wan to make a move, wondering how Obi-Wan was going to fuck him this time. 

“You’re going to ride me, darling,” Obi-Wan murmured, the roughness in his voice betraying his want. 

Anakin nodded and shuffled forward, awkwardly straddling Obi-Wan’s hips. 

“You’re going to ride me and I’m going to get to view every beautiful part of you,” Obi-Wan promised as Anakin slowly lowered onto his cock. 

Squirming to adjust to the feeling of it, Anakin sighed happily as he dropped to his hands and propped himself above Obi-Wan. 

“Ah, ah,” Obi-Wan chided. “I want you to sit back and ride me. I want to see you.”

“Master,” Anakin blushed furiously as he did as he was told. 

Obi-Wan dug his fingers into the meat of Anakin’s thighs as Anakin began sliding up and down Obi-Wan’s cock. 

“A little slower, dearest,” Obi-Wan instructed when Anakin seemed eager to speed things up. 

“Master,” Anakin complained. “I thought I was supposed to be making you feel good,” he frowned. 

“And you are,” Obi-Wan smirked. “But you’re going to take your time doing it.” 

“Master!” Anakin frowned petulantly. 

“That’s right,” Obi-Wan murmured. “I’m your master so I’m in charge.”

Anakin wrinkled his nose, but slowed his pace while his hands moved erratically from his thighs, to his hips and around his back. 

“Put your hand in your hair,” Obi-Wan groaned, feeling Anakin’s thighs flex under his grip with each bounce. “The other use to touch yourself.” 

“Fuck, Master,” Anakin dropped his head forward, the warmth in his cheeks making its way to the tips of his ears. 

“Do as I say, Anakin,” Obi-Wan admonished. 

Anakin worked his right hand through his hair, tugging the same way Obi-Wan would have. Reaching down with his left hand, he began stroking slowly. 

“How does that feel, dear one?” Obi-Wan moaned, trying to outwardly show his pleasure as much as possible for Anakin’s benefit. 

Not that that was a terribly difficult task. 

“‘s good, Master,” Anakin slurred and he tried to pick up the pace again. 

This time, Obi-Wan didn’t stop him. 

“You are so beautiful like this,” Obi-Wan praised. “Riding my cock, taking everything I give you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Anakin mumbled, shutting his eyes in an attempt to try and forget that Obi-Wan was able to see everything. 

“Submitting so well for your master,” Obi-Wan’s words caught in his throat and Anakin grinned with pride. 

“All day I wanted to bend you over and fuck you. Show you who was in charge and just what you do to me.” 

Anakin tried not to collapse onto his hands at those words. 

“Stay upright, darling,” Obi-Wan reminded him when Anakin made a small motion to bend forward. 

“You feel so good,” Obi-Wan continued praising and Anakin visibly preened at Obi-Wan’s words. 

“Even now I still want to bend you over this bed and fuck you into the mattress like you deserve,” Obi-Wan continued. 

“Fuck, Obi-Wan,” Anakin whined. 

“Is that what you want, dearest?” Obi-Wan asked as Anakin’s hips started moving faster and faster. 

Anakin took a second to think about it, never stopping the movement of his hips. As tempting of an offer as it was, he certainly was enjoying being the one to make Obi-Wan feel this good for once. 

He shook his head. “No,” he mumbled, the blush on his face growing darker by the second. He chanced a look at Obi-Wan who was watching with such a burning intensity, Anakin knew he should be feeling shy, but instead he just felt… proud. Confident, even. Utterly pleased that he could make Obi-Wan feel this undone. 

“Alright then,” Obi-Wan smirked, his fingers digging harder into the flesh of Anakin’s thighs. 

“I’m close, Anakin,” he warned, when Anakin tried to speed up his pace again. “So close, darling.” 

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin panted, the hand that was wrapped around his cock stroking faster and faster. 

Obi-Wan’s hand joined his around his cock, helping Anakin get closer and closer to his orgasm. 

“You can come, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said before Anakin could ask. 

“Thank you, thank you, Master!” Anakin rasped out and didn’t even try to stop himself as he tipped just over the edge onto Obi-Wan’s stomach. 

“Just like that, Anakin,” Obi-Wan praised again as Anakin clenched around Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan took hold of Anakin’s hips, moving him up and down easily for the last few thrusts and came deep inside Anakin with a grunt. 

Anakin finally collapsed forward, his lips hovering centimeters above Obi-Wan’s. “Master,” he sighed happily, kissing Obi-Wan. “Thank you, Master.” 

“You were so good, Anakin,” Obi-Wan continued praising through the after effects of his orgasm. “So good for me.” 

“I know,” Anakin smiled and kissed down Obi-Wan’s neck. 

“But you’re going to have to sit back so I can get us something to clean up with,” Obi-Wan said reluctantly. 

Anakin snorted a laugh. “No,” he mumbled and buried his face in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck. 


“I want to stay here forever,” Anakin laughed. 

Obi-Wan laughed with him. “Forever, hm? Council meetings are going to be rather awkward,” he played along. 

Anakin popped up quickly, looking utterly offended at Obi-Wan’s joke. “Why would you put that image in my head?” he grimaced. 

“You started it,” Obi-Wan teased, pinching Anakin’s side. 

“Fine,” Anakin complained and slowly pulled off Obi-Wan’s cock. He flopped to the side of the bed and wiped the sweat from his brow. 

“I’m going to go wash this off, but I’ll be right back,” Obi-Wan whispered as he kissed Anakin’s forehead. 

“Okay,” Anakin said quietly, shutting his eyes. 

He settled into the bed, pulling the blanket up around his shoulders. He knew that Obi-Wan would come back in and insist that he clean him up, but that didn’t mean he would make it easy for him. 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said in a hushed voice and Anakin peeked his eyes open to see Obi-Wan sitting on the side of the bed now wearing briefs. “What should you be doing right now?”

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin complained half-heartedly. His teasing complaints had become just as much of their routine as Obi-Wan’s steady insistence that he clean Anakin after sex. 

“Come on, now,” Obi-Wan said firmly and waited for Anakin to push down the blanket and lie on his back. “Good boy,” he praised. 

“You don’t always have to do this, you know,” Anakin said, like he did almost every time as Obi-Wan hiked up one of Anakin’s legs.  

“Yes, I do,” Obi-Wan insisted and pressed the washcloth carefully to Anakin’s rim. 

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked hesitantly. This was not part of their routine. 

“Yes, my love?” 

“Did you really want to fuck me all day?” Anakin asked, looking very pleased, but with an undercurrent of confidence that Obi-Wan didn’t normally see when he was discussing sex. 

Obi-Wan fixed him with an affectionate stare. “Very much, Anakin,” he promised. 

“I didn’t even do anything,” Anakin repeated his sentiment, his confidence growing. 

Tossing the washcloth to the side, Obi-Wan picked up the tube of bacta he had brought with him from the fresher. “You didn’t have to,” he smirked. “I’m afraid these might be a little tender,” he said apologetically as he spread bacta on the red bite marks he had left behind. 

“I can take it,” Anakin squirmed. “I like it.”

“I may have gotten a little carried away,” Obi-Wan murmured, setting the bacta aside once he was satisfied. 

Anakin shook his head adamantly. “No,” he said seriously. “I really liked it.” 

“My sweet boy,” Obi-Wan murmured as he slid into bed next to Anakin. 

“Careful, old man,” Anakin laughed, snuggling in under Obi-Wan’s arm and resting his head on Obi-Wan’s chest. “Or you’ll have me ready for round two.” 

Obi-Wan laughed with him, kissing the top of his head. 

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked after a moment of silence. 


“Do you really see me like that?” Anakin asked timidly. 

Exhaling slowly, Obi-Wan worked a gentle hand through Anakin’s hair. “Anakin,” he said softly. “I meant every word I said.”

“Master,” Anakin mumbled, knowing very well that was true. Obi-Wan wasn’t one to flippantly bandy about words. Everything he said had a purpose. “I like you looking at me like that.” 

“Is that right?” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin hummed happily and kissed Obi-Wan’s neck. “Only you though,” he clarified. “I don’t want anyone else looking at me like that.” 

Thinking that was an odd thing to clarify, Obi-Wan asked teasingly, “Are you fucking a lot of people who look at you like I do?”

Anakin rolled on his back, erupting in laughter. “No!” he exclaimed. 

“Then what did you mean by that, my love?” Obi-Wan asked softly, turning on his side to face Anakin. 

Anakin shrugged and played with the edge of the blanket with his fingers. 

“No secrets, darling,” Obi-Wan reminded him. 

“I don’t know,” Anakin said. “It’s just…” he exhaled sharply, trying to think it through. “Remember when we first started this and you were surprised that I was so… inexperienced?” He wrinkled his nose at the word, but it was true. “Inexperienced” seemed to be the closest thing he could come up with. 

“I wouldn’t say ‘surprised’ ,“ Obi-Wan started. “Perhaps surprised at the unexpected amount of restraint you had.”

“Well,” Anakin started, almost shyly, though he didn’t know why. “It didn’t really take a lot of, um, restraint.”

Obi-Wan waited patiently for Anakin to continue. 

“I thought maybe that I just didn’t like sex.” He laughed at that, how impossible that seemed now. “Which… I knew that couldn’t be right because I did like sex with Padme.”

Smiling warmly, Obi-Wan brushed the hair from Anakin’s forehead. 

“I don’t know what I’m saying,” Anakin grumbled quickly and covered his face with his hands to stop his rambling. 

“Can you try?” Obi-Wan asked gently, removing a hand from Anakin’s face. “For me.” He would never tire of Anakin’s willingness to be open and vulnerable during their time after sex. 

“It’s just…” Anakin huffed, trying to piece it together. “I don’t really want to have sex with someone I don’t really know.” 

“Do you think there’s something wrong with feeling that way?” Obi-Wan coaxed. 

“Is there?” Anakin asked, finally looking at Obi-Wan for affirmation. 

Chuckling softly, Obi-Wan grazed his fingertips over Anakin’s bicep. “Of course not, my love,” he promised. He sighed serenely. “Thank you for trusting me with that.” 

“I do trust you,” Anakin insisted, raising his voice. 

“I know you do, my love,” Obi-Wan replied easily.

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, propping himself on an elbow and peering down at him. He pulled Obi-Wan in for a slow, deep kiss - so much less eager than before, but no less earnest. 

“I love you too, dearest,” Obi-Wan promised, flashing another warm smile before pulling him in for another kiss.