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Two figures stumble into their apartment building late at night, throwing their clothes on the floor as they head towards their bedroom.
Obi-Wan jumps into Cody’s arms and wraps his legs around Cody’s waist. Cody immediately has a firm grip on his hips and carries him towards their bed, groaning in pleasure as Obi-Wan rakes his fingers in his hair.
A few seconds later, they lay naked, Cody hovering over Obi-Wan as he watches his hair glow from the moon.
Cody trails his fingers down to Obi-Wan’s rim, noticing the hitch of anticipation from Obi-Wan. He grins into the kiss, rubbing the rim teasingly.
“Cody, hurry up,” Obi-Wan says breathlessly in between kisses. The first finger is always the most uncomfortable but Cody stares at Obi-Wan incredulously as his finger easily slots in.
“Did you prepare yourself?”
Obi-Wan just giggles, raising his eyebrow in a teasing manner. “I wanted to be ready.”
Cody groans, swallowing thickly at the image of Obi-Wan fingering himself. He blinks when he feels a flick on his nose, Obi-Wan indicating with his eyes to hurry up.
Obi-Wan twitches, his legs spasming in pleasure as Cody’s thick, long finger presses against his prostate. A lighting bolt shoots through his dick as he watches Obi-Wan roll his head in gut-roiling pleasure.
“You like that sweetheart?” Cody prods at the spot in him, adding another finger and rubbing his fingers over it long and slow. Obi-Wan’s back arches, and he could hear a few things break from the living room. Cody chuckles, leaning over to apply kisses to Obi-Wan’s flushed cheeks. “Obi-Wan, be careful.” Obi-Wan only swats his arm, scowling a little at his impudence.
“Cody,” Obi-Wan gasps into Cody’s ear as he rolls his hips, pushing himself deeper onto Cody’s fingers. Cody keeps peppering kisses on his face, never giving Obi-Wan the satisfaction of a wet kiss on the mouth. He curls his fingers harshly, enjoying the way Obi-Wan keens. He wraps his arms around Cody, forcing him to kiss.
He stops thrusting, too enraptured in the rough burn of Obi-Wan’s facial hair, his sweet, wet mouth that tastes like mint, the hands cupping his cheeks softly as if he was the only thing in the world.
He feels a leg kick him, and he stops kissing Obi-Wan. He begins to thrust his two fingers again, kissing and licking down Obi-Wan’s body. Obi-Wan moans as Cody playfully bites his nipples, lapping at them as if they could quench his thirst.
“Do you want my dick,” Cody starts as he continues peppering kisses on Obi-Wan’s abdomen, neglecting the leaking, throbbing cock, “or another way?”
Obi-Wan shudders, shaking his head. “Fingers. I-I want you to milk me.” He stares up at him with half-lidded eyes, bashful before becoming bold and jolting his hips to prove his point.
Cody groans, his dick swelling even more. He pushes his fingers faster and harder, pulling whining gasps from the red-head, who has his eyes squeezed tight, perspiration starting to appear.
He takes his fingers out, Obi-Wan sobbing, “No. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry,” Cody whispers as he rearranges them with Obi-Wan’s back against his chest. Obi-Wan immediately places his left leg on Cody’s legs, opening himself up, and grabs Cody’s hand towards his rim. Cody instantly shoves his fingers in the fluttering hole, it’s wetness from all the stimulation making it easier. Obi-Wan wraps his one arm around Cody’s neck, bringing him closer, humming in pleasure as Cody bites and licks his ear, the warm breath providing him comfort.
Cody desperately wants to hump his dick against Obi-Wan's ass, the slow and small grind of Obi-Wan’s hips teasing him, but he wants Obi-Wan to finish first. So he drives his fingers harder, Obi-Wan whimpering as he relentlessly screws into him. He notices Obi-Wan reaching toward his dick, but he stops him. “Only fingers, remember? I know you can do it.”
Obi-Wan whines but he listens, instead bringing Cody even closer to him. “I’m going to add another, okay?” Obi-Wan responds with an enthusiastic nod.
He adds another finger, Obi-Wan clutching his head fiercely as the three fingers in him scratch against his walls. ‘He’s so fucking wet, ’ Cody thinks as his mind shouts in elation.
“Cody, Cody, Cody,” Obi-Wan sobs as his thighs shake, his rim tightening so sweetly for his fingers as he keeps thrusting against the bundle of nerves. He babbles a mix of basic and Mando’a as the fingers in him relentlessly punish him, his rim fluttering as he continues to drip slick.
“Obi’ka, cyar'ika, come for me. C'mon sweetheart,” He murmurs in Obi-Wan’s ear, enjoying the hitch in Obi-Wan’s moaning. Obi-Wan’s moans start to grow even louder, indicating he’s close. The good thing about Jedi stamina is that he could spend hours playing with Obi-Wan, see him whimper and clutch the bed sheets tightly as he teases him into orgasm.
“My heart, you’re so beautiful like this,” Cody groans as he thrusts his cock between Obi-Wan’s ass cheeks. Obi-Wan’s muscles suddenly seize, his rim choking his fingers in deeper than ever, his whole fist almost sliding in, as Obi-Wan comes sobbing and writhing against him. Cody takes his fingers out, and feels the slick pour out of Obi-Wan slowly, oozing out. Cody could feel the immense pleasure emanating from the Jedi, who, forgetting to shield in his ecstasy, overwhelms Cody’s senses. He flips Obi-Wan softly on his back and leans down to lick Obi-Wan’s rim, Obi-Wan sighing as he caresses Cody’s head.
“Cody, come here.” As soon as he is eye-level with Obi-Wan, he feels his dick being held, slow, meaningful strokes. He groans, fucking into Obi-Wan’s wrist as the aura of bliss surrounds them. He coats Obi-Wan’s chest, before laying down next to Obi-Wan.
“You like being called beautiful, don’t you?” Cody asks with a chuckle. Obi-Wan hums before turning around and curling into Cody’s chest. Cody reaches out to the desk next to the bed, grabbing the towel and cleaning their cum off each other. He tosses it before cuddling closer to Obi-Wan, laying a kiss on his auburn hair.
“Next time let’s do the entire fist,” Obi-Wan mumbles sleepily as he relaxes into his arms, dozing off in orgasmic bliss. Cody blinks, his cock rising up at the thought of fisting Obi-Wan. He groans and swats the idea out. Such a tease.
He dreams of Obi-Wan pinning him down in combat and cheekily rubbing his ass against his dick. Even in his dreams, Obi-Wan is a minx.