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After saying his friend’s name a few times while he approached and had no response, Anakin had to get his attention. Commander Rex was on a break, so he wasn’t offended.
Their latest mission was stressful, so he wasn’t upset about being ignored; never again does Anakin want to see a nest of giant mosquitoes.
Whatever was playing on that datapad must be interesting. The sound from the datapad was low, but was that a moan he heard? Anakin smirked. What was Rex watching?
Anakin thought nothing about Rex flinching when he had to place a hand gently on the man’s shoulder to get his attention. “Hey, Rex! What are you-”
“G-General Skywalker!” However, Anakin’s suspicion appeared when Rex quickly shut his datapad off to the point of almost breaking it. He stood at attention like he was in trouble.
“-Watching…”
“Sorry, General! I was just-“
“At ease, Rex. You can go if you need to.”
Shoulders relaxing, Rex politely excused himself and ran like a Separatist droid was firing blaster shots near his heels.
Suspicions grew within Anakin when a group of soldiers talked to him like he was a ticking bomb. The trooper holding the datapad broke their datapad, snapping it like a twig, and Anakin had to reprimand him for that. The Jedi are currently low on credits, supplies, fuel, and…a little bit of everything. The Senate can only do so much.
When the war ended, and their win, secured peace to the galaxy, Anakin couldn’t wait to leave it all. Leave the stress, his ex-wife in the Senate, the Jedi Order. He was ready to leave everyone, except Obi-Wan.
The soldier that broke the datapad apologized again and promised to fix it. When they left, Anakin knew for certain that his own loyal troops were hiding something. It was official when Anakin walked past an open door of a Barracks Cabin and overheard part of a discussion between some soldiers:
“-could be a Jedi?”
“Really? He doesn’t sound like him. Way too…I don’t know, flowery of an accent.”
“Rumor, true or false, it’s still trouble. As of now, we can’t tell General Skywalker.”
Rumor?
Spinning on his heels, Anakin marched to the door, leaned on it with one arm, and interrupted them, “Can’t tell me what?”
“General Skywalker! We…we were just-just…” the words fizzled out like a dead wire. The poor soldier that spoke spun around and looked like Anakin ordered them to swallow rotten ration bars.
The way the other soldiers scrambled to stand at attention made Anakin worry. What got them on edge?
At the back, Rex stood and approached with his helmet and armor half on. This group of troopers, including Rex, were ending their shift and about to turn in for one last overnight sleep before reaching Coruscant.
As Anakin’s right hand for the clone troopers, Rex explained, “It’s nothing…bad, General. Not a bad thing. Good for us actually. Yes, it’s a good thing for the Republic.”
Without hesitation, Anakin called him out, “You don’t sound confident.”
There was something on their datapads that he wasn’t privy to and they felt the need to hide. Having secrets is fine - people deserve their privacy, but it’s gone now that he heard them openly say they’re specifically hiding it from him.
“It’s…not something that can be easily explained aloud.” Rex placed his helmet down, held out a hand, and waited. He didn’t wait long because the nearest soldier kindly offered a datapad. Tapping on the datapad, Rex shrugged and said, “And I don’t desire to watch them with you, no offense, Sir.”
“Watch what?”
One soldier to Anakin’s right sat up from their cot and chirped in quickly, eyes darting away, but voice calm, “It’s three holo-recordings so far and Commander Rex is correct. They are helpful to our side in the war, General, so they are…good recordings.”
Another soldier muttered, “So good.” Then he received a painful elbow to the side from another soldier.
Anakin didn’t miss that exchange and slowly raised an eyebrow, taking a page out of Obi-Wan’s many fun mannerisms. He crossed his arms just like Obi-Wan too and watched the two soldiers simmer down, ashamed.
Rex returned the datapad he borrowed and said, “And by the talk on the HoloNet, it’s very popular, I’d say. However, it’s inappropriate to share here, so I forwarded the videos to you.”
“Videos that help us? That doesn’t explain why you’d need to hide it from me.”
Rex coughed, clearing his throat, when Anakin did another Obi-Wan trademarked mannerisms, the chin stroke in serious thought. He smirked. When he mimics Obi-Wan’s aura of disapproval, it always gets results. “Please, General. Commander Cody and General Kenobi’s battalion ordered us to assist in spreading the video by word of mouth and on the HoloNet. Other battalions have joined in before us, but…”
Then maybe the videos had something to do with Obi-Wan. This unspoken rumor felt like trouble. Anakin narrowed his eyes and tried prying the info from Rex again, “And what rumors surround these three videos?”
Nervous, Rex insisted, “Watch them…uh, in the comfort of your own private quarters. It would be best.”
A soldier to Anakin’s left, sitting in a chair, helpfully spoke next with a shy raise of one hand. A newbie. Anakin tried not to chuckle at them raising a hand like a Jedi youngling. “Commander told us we were only allowed to watch off duty and in a private place…preferably alone.”
Interesting. These videos must be really good, but it’s odd that he wasn’t notified too. To have everyone try to spread these videos, succeeding in boosting it on the HoloNet, under his nose so effectively, these orders must have come from up top.
Does Obi-Wan already know? Anakin bet he did. For the sake of his own sanity after the devastating Rako Hardeen mission, he still hoped Obi-Wan doesn’t know…much. Yet, he had to ask, “Does Obi-Wan know? Orders from The Jedi Council? The Senate?”
“I’m unsure if General Kenobi knows specifics, Sir. However, someone up top has to know. He did want us to help spread it. Either way, the videos have gone viral to help our side financially.”
Anakin departed with a simple nod and thank you, but warned his men not to be so secretive about it next time. “You had me worried, all of you did. If this is a good thing as you claim, I won’t be upset. Anything to help us end this war.”
Smiling, Rex saluted. “Understood. We won’t hide it from you again. If you want, for the next videos we can notify you, General.”
“I’ll judge for myself before I put you through the trouble.”
Whatever videos on the HoloNet Rex and his battalion were talking about must be good. Or bad. Yet, the underlying foreboding feeling lingered - they were worried about him seeing it? Why? Either way, Anakin knew what he must do.
In the comfort of his private room on the Resolute, Anakin removed his outer clothes until he was left with nothing. He’ll watch the video after a quick sonic shower and a cup of instant stew.
Clad only in a clean pair of pants, Anakin set his datapad for holo-projection, adjusted the video settings, and placed it on the side table next to his bed. He was about to click on the link Rex sent him but was surprised when he realized the site.
The video was from an OhMy Fans HoloNet site, the most popular pay-to-watch-me-kriff porn. If one wanted to beat off while watching someone beat off too, this was the number one spot to do it on the HoloNet.
The top three videos trending were what Rex linked him, according to the gold first, second and third place next to the titles: After Workout Cool Down Sweaty and Very Wet, First Time Recording Fingering Myself, POV of You Kriffing My Pussy
Covering his teary eyes, Anakin laughed until his stomach hurt. He had to take deep breaths to calm down before he fell off his bed. This was what got Commander Rex and all his men in a fuss: HoloNet Porn.
There was a required monetary tier to watch the videos. No problem. These videos have helped the Jedi via donations, so a part of Anakin’s secret stash of credits gained via racing underneath the Jedi Council’s radar was worth losing.
The person who made the videos was doing fantastic by the amount of credits they accumulated. Anakin let a low whistle escape his lips - he was impressed. That’s a lot of kriffing credits for two weeks on OhMy Fans. The earned amount earned was just over 300,000 Republic credits.
Shoving the last bites of his stew, Anakin muttered under his breath in Huttese as he chewed, “I’ve read hornier titles than these. Wonder what scandalous rumor got them acting weird and skittish-”
Then his words caught in his throat, voice croaking once before going silent. He coughed and hacked, hitting his chest so the last bite didn’t kill him.
Everything melted away and only the holovid thumbnail image remained in Anakin’s view. It felt like he crashed a speeder into a wall immediately upon taking flight, or someone knelt and punched him directly below the belt in a supposed-to-be-fair-fight.
That was Obi-Wan in those three top porn videos on OhMy Fans.
Despite the face hidden in the thumbnail, expertly cut at the top, Anakin knew it was him!
Without question, he knew immediately it was his former Master from the two scars they couldn’t get to a bacta tank in time, over his right bicep. The man in the video was Obi-Wan because Anakin always searched for the small amounts of skin he was blessed to accidentally witness.
He knew from the small cut to the thigh from Obi-Wan’s duel with Count Dooku many years ago, on the day Anakin lost his arm.
The tiny cut on the right side, when he had a nasty fall into that nest of Gundarks, was present and clear too. The color of his body hair, the small mole near his naval. It was there.
The older Jedi was always quick to cover his body, quick to shy, and dress in his robes faster.
He knew it because he saw the reserved man’s partially naked body like an uncompleted puzzle. Rumor became fact and only Anakin saw the completed puzzle.
A small patch of skin, the sight of the older man’s soft hair on his chest, arms, and legs, was a drop from an oasis. Yet, Anakin’s thirst never fully quenched in such small doses.
Obi-Wan was the top recommended and most subscribed within the two weeks Anakin left on a mission. Never did Anakin believe his former Master would do such a thing: Record himself…intimately, and allow others to drink in the sight of his forbidden oasis.
Now, Anakin was allowed to drink in abundance. He clicked.
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The first video ‘After Workout Cool Down Sweaty and Very Wet’ started off simply with Obi-Wan undressing. Civilian, non-Jedi-issued robes looked good on his Master. Anakin liked that the clothes chosen for this appeared thinner in fabric and with fewer layers.
In Anakin’s opinion, Obi-Wan wore too many Jedi robes - too many layers. When they trained together, sparred, and meditated, even during his Padawan days, Anakin wanted to rip off his Master’s robes. Surely the man was hot, running and sweating, wielding the lightsaber for hours when they trained.
Now, Obi-Wan wore a simple brown, oversized cloak, a blue tunic shirt that stopped mid-thigh, and a belt with two pouches that accentuated his waist.
To the side of the screen was an old chat record of when this went live. The chat was wild, so quick that Anakin had a hard time reading. He gave up on that, upset he wasn’t here to see this first video live, but there was nothing he could do when on a mission.
Face blurred to obscurity, panting slightly from the workout he finished, Obi-Wan leaned forward and greeted, “Hello there! Thank you for your support. If you like this video, be sure to follow.”
Anakin’s eyes twitched at the edited voice that made Obi-Wan sound a touch higher in pitch. The way Obi-Wan spoke after that was different too, aside from the initial greeting. The Coruscanti accent was exaggerated and more flirtatious.
For example, when Obi-Wan kissed his fingers and blew a kiss at the holo-cam, Anakin’s mind short-circuited like a breaking droid.
However, Anakin wasn’t complaining. Obi-Wan’s words, his swaying hips, and his giggles went straight to his cock. His cock twitched from his Master flirting and the pornographic part didn’t karking begin yet. If Anakin tried hard enough, he can imagine the voice modulator wasn’t there…he could hear Obi-Wan flirting in his natural voice - flirting with him.
When Obi-Wan finished talking about supporting his OhMy Fans account, donations going to a worthy cause to help end the war, he immediately unbuckled the belt at his waist.
The belt fell with a loud clunk. When Obi-Wan took a step away from the holo-cam, he revealed that he was not wearing pants. The blue tunic shirt fluttered as he reached, with both hands, under it to slowly slide down tight black boxer briefs.
Rubbing his thighs together, Anakin stared wide-eyed at his datapad screen and whispered one word, “Fuck…”
Bonelessly, Anakin slid to lie on his bed with one hand holding the datapad and his other hand reaching low. Anakin grabbed his cock when Obi-Wan lifted the bottom of his tunic to show the galaxy his pretty pussy.
“Force, Obi-Wan!” Anakin yelled between his grinding teeth. In the holo-recording, his Master didn’t hesitate.
The curls of Obi-Wan’s pubic hair looked soft, so soft. He wanted to run a hand over it, feel it between his flesh fingers, and part those lips-
Shaking his head, and clearing his mind, Anakin took a few deep breath and wondered when he’d fallen for his former Master, his Obi-Wan. Such self-reflective thoughts were unreachable now because Obi-Wan just lifted his tunic and bit it, exposing more skin than Anakin had ever seen in a long time.
Obi-Wan chuckled, “I won’t be doing much in this video besides, massaging myself. Yes, I’m aware that this is quite disappointing, but sometimes patience is worth it in the end.”
Anakin watched Obi-Wan sit on the edge of a bed with his legs closed. The bed, he could recognize, had bedsheets that were common at the Jedi Temple, but only a Jedi would know by the simple and pale pattern.
When Obi-Wan slowly opened his legs, Anakin groaned and his mouth watered like a starving loth wolf in a barren wasteland.
Obi-Wan is a handsome man, so it was no surprise that Obi-Wan’s pussy was handsome as well. Those plump, wet lips were perfect, beyond perfection, and Anakin desired to kiss them.
Anakin’s right mechno-hand pumped his gradually hardening cock, rhythm slow and careful. The mind was focused on Obi-Wan’s hypnosis; every movement, subtle and grand, Anakin followed.
Those lightsaber-calloused hands massaged up and down those spread thighs, pelvis, and stomach. The moans and sighs from Obi-Wan’s mouth were natural, normal, and something Anakin heard before. When a particular knot ached on Obi-Wan's body and Anakin rubbed it just right, the moans and sighs sounded like that.
This was a massage like Obi-Wan said, but the sweat running down those sculpted thighs, soft yet tapered stomach and strong forearms, and spread legs…changed the game. Anakin licked his lips, watching a small drip of sweat and cum slide between Obi-Wan’s wet pussy and thighs.
He followed that line of sweat and cum until it touched Obi-Wan’s puckered hole.
Anakin was panting now, stomach tightening and relaxing, as he moved his hand a little faster. The precum coating his cock made the smooth planes of his mechno-fingers slippery. Quietly, he chanted his Master’s name, “Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan…”
When the video ended, it ended too fast. Obi-Wan giggled like some mischievous creature and waved, parting with the teasing words: “If you liked my performance, please be sure to show your support! I’ll be seeing you in my next video. Thank you for watching and I’ll offer you more enjoyable videos that will get you moaning with me in no time, my Ohmy Fans!”
Floating his datapad with the Force, Anakin tapped on the next video, auto-donating so he could view it completely and without the annoying ads. ‘First Time Recording Fingering Myself’ began as quickly as it started.
On the same bed, Obi-Wan was completely naked from the bottom down. He didn’t wear the blue tunic this time. He wore something more heartstopping: the tightest high-collar, sleeveless, crop-top Anakin has ever seen on a man. The dark brown color was familiar…it was an alternate Jedi inner clothes!
Obi-Wan waved to the holo-cam and said cutely, “Hello there! Apologies for not doing more in my first video. At the time, I was…a bit worried about the reception. Will it be negative or positive? I worried no one would enjoy me, but I was proven incorrect. Thank you, darlings.”
“D-darlings-” Anakin repeated, a higher pitch, face bursting with a blushing heat.
“I thank you for your support. May you enjoy my second video, my OhMy Fans. However, please, do be kind. I’ve never…I’ve never before done this for an audience.” Looking down, Obi-Wan stroked his beard behind the auto-blurred facial feature editor and then sat up straighter on the bed. He lifted one leg in the air and said, “But that won’t stop me from doing my best, will it?”
Swinging the leg higher, toes in a perfect point towards the air, Obi-Wan leaned on one side and curled his other leg. With one hand he pulled on his calf and stretched, exposing his pretty pink pussy for everyone watching.
Sensually slow, Obi-Wan trailed his free hand over his squished abs and over the trail of curls that lead to his pussy. He then parted his lips with two fingers, coating his fingers in his juices, and tilted his head cutely at the holo-cam. He asked, “Now, may I?”
Anakin held his breath, drinking in the sight of his former Master spread open. Flexible and bendable. If this Obi-Wan was a dream then Anakin never wished to awaken.
When Obi-Wan’s two fingers pushed inside, Anakin whined, cumming over his mechno-hand. Drool accumulated in his mouth and he had to gulp fast, clearing his throat. He pumped and curled his fist, pushing himself through his orgasm. Anakin trembled, eyes blurring at the sight of Obi-wan’s thick fingers pushing inside his own pussy.
“Master…Master,” Anakin whispered in the dim light of his room.
Obi-Wan moaned and squirmed on the bed as he finger-fucked his own pussy. The sounds the man made echoed from the datapad and Anakin felt he could cum a second time. Two fingers soon became three and Anakin couldn’t even enjoy it anymore. He couldn’t see past the tears falling from his eyes.
Panting, sweat falling from his face, eyes unfocused, Anakin used all of his barely contained self-control to stop. He stopped the video and Obi-Wan’s body froze in place.
Despite not finishing the second video, Anakin stared at the third video’s image preview thumbnail. His clean left hand trembled as he used the Force to keep the datapad floating before him, finger hovering over the last video titled ‘POV of You Kriffing My Pussy.’
The thumbnail image had a picture of a kriff toy, a pleasure toy shaped like a cock. He wanted to watch it, but…
Anakin’s mechno-fingers unfurled from his spent dick, letting it rest between his messy thighs. He wiped his mecho-arm on the absorbance cloth, crumpled it and tossed the thing off his bed.
He didn’t want to only watch. Anakin wiped the tears from his face and frowned. It was only a nap away from Coruscant, one nap away from seeing Obi-Wan in person.
Rest would be the smarter choice than continuing his Obi-Wan-centric Holo porn video spree. He was eager to see Obi-Wan - the faster he closed his eyes and slept, the faster the wait would seem. After shutting down his datapad, Anakin tried to sleep, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t karking go to sleep, but how could he after watching that and coming so hard Anakin saw stars inside his room? Masturbating to Obi-Wan pleasuring himself…Anakin did that and though he felt some shame, what he felt more was desire.
Watching Obi-Wan record himself doing…THAT with his own body, doing so for anyone to see it, wasn’t enough. More.
He. Wanted. More.
The empty bowl of stew that was at Anakin’s side table flew and hit the wall, shattering to pieces. He should go clean the mess, but he doesn’t. Anakin glares at the plain ceiling, his mind a whirl with the memory of his Master’s body.
All he could do was think about tasting Obi-Wan down there, licking and sucking until those pretty moans fall from his lips. More than anything, he wanted to make the older man’s pretty moans turn into screams.
Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan.
He wants Obi-Wan Kenobi. Now.
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In the end, Anakin didn’t sleep much - at most, he had 2-3 standard hours, but it didn’t feel like he did. That morning, after taking the coldest shower in his life, Anakin accepted a new and personal mission: Get to Obi-Wan and…
Do something to this troublemaker of a Jedi Master. And that’s saying something when he, of all people, calls Obi-Wan trouble; life-changing trouble in flashing red lights.
As many Jedi said to him over the course of his life here: Like Master, like Padawan.
He doesn't know what he’ll do once he has Obi-Wan in his grasp, but he’ll figure it out once he gets him. There are so many choice words he wanted to say to his face, words that were hidden in his heart for too long. And he will make the Jedi Master listen.
When they landed on Coruscant, Anakin walked the halls of The Jedi Temple toward the direction he sensed his target. He ignored the call of the Council wanting a report, ignored the questioning looks of other Jedi and Jedi younglings he passed, and ignored the dark, boiling thoughts that threatened to explode.
As Anakin made his way there, the walk did not calm the storm that threatened thunder and lightning from within the depths of his soul. Obi-Wan knew he was coming, and not in a fun way. He didn’t bother hiding his furious emotions and letting them leak to the other side of the bond he refused to talk to.
With how hard Anakin punched the passcode to his and Obi-Wan’s shared Jedi dorm at the Temple, the panel almost broke from the pressure. A hairline crack appeared on the panel screen’s corner. He’ll fix it later.
When the sliding door opened, Anakin’s expression was enough - no words were needed.
At the small dining table, perched on the chair facing the sliding door entrance, Obi-Wan sat there waiting. The older man knew he knew, but they gazed at each other in a stalemate.
Yet, one of them had to crack and it wasn’t the younger of the two Jedi. Obi-Wan coughed into his fist awkwardly and then greeted him with a smile, “Hello there, Anakin! Might I say, you don’t look well? Have you been sleeping?”
Taking a step forward, Anakin wordlessly paused and waited for the telling door to slide closed behind him with a hissing click. Then Anakin rushed forward with his metaphorical blasters firing, voice coming out louder than planned. “CUT THE POODOO, OBI-WAN! TELL ME WHY?”
There was no point in pretending the bantha wasn’t in the room. Anakin knew. He knew Obi-Wan knew too and he wasn’t letting the man feign innocence.
Obi-Wan immediately cut the poodoo with his sweet smile freezing and fading; the smile Anakin secretly loves when directed at him during times of trouble and peace.
And if Anakin’s cock twitched at his former Master’s worry bleeding through his mental shields, the sight of his gulp and widening eyes, that is his own secret to keep.
Aware that this pleasant morning conversation with his former Padawan will not be so pleasant, Obi-Wan looked away in a moment of weakness before returning to address the upset man before him, speaking with a hint of embarrassment in his voice, “So, I take it, you found out about me? That didn’t take long. I should’ve known the rumor would spread at a rapid rate. The Council warned me it might…oh my…”
Chopping the air with his hand, Anakin fumed, “OHMY, is exactly why!”
The Jedi Council will say jump and Obi-Wan would ask how high.
In the Force, Anakin demanded. Fury screaming in their bond. “Did they make you do this?”
The Jedi Council said spread your legs and show your pussy on the HoloNet for credits and Obi-Wan would unbuckle his belt then and there.
“It was my idea!” No lies were felt when Obi-Wan assured him.
“Oh my…OhMy OhMy. You’re too much, Obi-Wan.”
“Ah ha, I see what you…er-” Awkward chuckling aside, Obi-Wan raised his hand to cover his mouth. It didn’t hide the blush forming at the apple of his cheeks; the red in the older man’s beard always accentuates when his pale skin rises in heat. “Know that I didn’t want you to find out like this, Anakin. My OhMy Fans fundraising account must’ve been shocking to discover.”
“Shocking, you say? Oh, Master,” Shaking his head, eyes closed to focus on controlling the tremble within him, Anakin snarled, “Master, Master, Master…I am very disappointed in you.”
“I apologize to have disappointed you, keeping this secret, another secret from you. Finding out through others was not my intention. I planned to notify you, ease you into the fact that I have HoloNet…risque escapades, how it was my idea to help raise funds this way, but-”
“No. Master, don’t interrupt, and allow me to finish talking first.” Anger simmering to a calmer annoyance, Anakin shrugged and added, “Please.”
“A-Ah…apologies.” Just when Obi-Wan resigned himself to reciting many apologies for the longest time, Anakin surprised him once again by shaking his head and pointing an accusing finger at him but saying something that didn’t match the disappointment.
“I am disappointed that you didn’t come to me about this first. If you had let in on this, I could’ve been with you. I could’ve helped, but no. Of course, you didn’t karking tell me first.”
“Eh?” That made Obi-Wan pause. It was funny to hear his former Master say that, but the frustration overtook the humor.
“Why? Why didn’t you allow me to help?”
The fear behind the older Jedi’s shields leaked so much that Anakin could practically taste it. Fear led to the dark side, but Obi-Wan remained light as ever. This fear was denial.
“What? You would’ve liked to assist me? Assist…i-in what way?”
Obi-Wan was acting oblivious on purpose - he knew that. There was no way the man didn’t feel how he felt. No way the man didn’t feel it too.
Eye twitching, Anakin stuttered in disbelief, “Y-You actually want me to say it?”
Say the obvious.
The obvious that awakened Anakin’s own sexual desires as a young teen, and struggling Padawan. The obvious that Anakin pretended to ignore, like how Obi-Wan’s touch lingered too long before retreating underneath his sleeves after he gained Knighthood, behind enemy lines. The obvious that lessened yet never faded, and remained even when his marriage didn’t. The obvious heartache that grew to uncontrollable levels and yet was concealed deep behind his mental shields.
That obvious?
He imagined letting down his mental shields, breaking the dam, and letting it flood over freely towards his former Master’s side of the bond.
Would Obi-Wan’s side of the bond hurt as he does now? Through the bond, Anakin felt his Master reach for him with a feathery touch that he couldn’t deny. Despite their tense exchange, their Force signatures brushed together like two loth kittens.
A sigh left Obi-Wan’s parted lips and Anakin tilted his head lower, leaning down just a bit, breathing in deep.
“Clearly, Anakin, I didn’t want to assume that you’d want…” The rest of the older man’s sentence stopped and he paused before curtly stating, “Let alone share it with my anonymous OhMy Fans subscribers!”
“It’s not fair. You don’t make it fair for me, for us, Master.” Close to pulling his own hair out, Anakin yelled without care, caution never present within him. He needed Obi-Wan to know what he desired, clear and declared between them. “I would’ve assisted by railing the fuck out of you.”
“I-I…you-you what? You-” Internally, Anakin cheered. He made the famed Negotiator speechless. Standing from where he sat, Obi-Wan approached like he was approaching a predator. Step by step, mind elsewhere, trying to form words, Obi-Wan paused an arm’s-length away from Anakin.
The Force was in turmoil around them now. It felt like something was about to pop. The air was heavy around them and Anakin stared down at his Master who still didn’t look at him. He was torn between shaking the older man with both hands and hauling the man by his robes onto the closest flat surface.
The harsh words left his mouth before Anakin could stop them, “Clearly, you’re fine shouldering all accursed burdens the Council puts on you, time and time again. Without me.”
“Anakin? Are…oh no, I’ve made you cry. Anakin-”
Cursing under his breath, Anakin lifted his left hand and felt tears that appeared without warning. The Force felt heavier than before and the strongest emotion made them both gasp. Obi-Wan closed the gap between them with a firm hand on his shoulder.
“NO! I’M NOT CRYING!” Anakin tearfully whined, wiping the evidence that contradicted his statement with his sleeve. Eyebrows furrowed, Anakin focused on the chin of the other’s neatly trimmed beard, fighting and failing to control the spilling sadness sliding down his face and filling their merged Force bond. “I’m not crying, Master.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Let it out, Anakin. Why don’t you sit here?” Hesitating, Obi-Wan led him to the dining chair. He offered Anakin his mug, the favorite mug that had a tiny chip at the rim so one had to be careful to avoid that side.
The leftover tea tasted fruity, like jogan fruit and apples, and Anakin gave Obi-Wan a look, knowing the man didn’t drink this kind of tea. Darker teas, greens, and earthy flavored tea were the older Jedi’s usual preference. This solidified the fact that Obi-Wan was readying himself for a confrontation - this was the only tea Anakin tolerated.
Looking over the rim of the mug, Anakin eyed the man hovering at his side. “Don’t think you can sneak out of this.”
Laughing a little, Obi-Wan trailed a hand down Anakin’s back as he sweetly mentioned, “Not my intention. More of a peace offering when, currently, there is no roasted Naboolian caf for you in our reserves.”
Leaning back in his chair and putting the mug back on the table, Anakin warned, “You won’t distract me either.”
As if accepting the challenge, Obi-Wan side-stepped to stand in front of him with both hands on Anakin’s shoulders. Gently, he slipped his hands down Anakin’s biceps, forearms and grabbed both his hands. Hands were led to hold the older man’s tapered waist, supporting the other when he lifted his legs.
Straddling Anakin’s waist, Obi-Wan leaned forward and pressed his mischievous lips to sweaty skin. Hot breath licked at the other man's skin when he whispered, “Now, now, Anakin, why would I do that when I can give you a proper apology?”
This whiplash of an emotional confrontation swerved in many directions. And yet, he knew Obi-Wan held on for the ride every time. They’ll continue their conversation later - he’ll make sure his former Master won’t escape before that. Looking in the direction of his Master’s sleeping quarters, Anakin smiled - this was going to be a fun ride.
Very fun.
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Tossing the last of his robes on the floor, Anakin finished fiddling with the holo-camera. He made sure everything was in order, facial and voice filters and all. The tripod stand was aimed perfectly at the bed and he grinned while looking at the screen.
Back towards him, kneeling in the center of the small bed, Obi-Wan’s arms crossed as he removed his inner clothing above his head. His robes were neatly folded on the nearby side table.
“I’m starting it, so smile for the holo-camera, Obi-Wan!”
He looked over his shoulder and smiled a shy smile, but his voice teased a reminder. “You do know our faces are naturally blurred, but our names aren't.”
“Gonna have to keep that in mind. I’ll start over.” The red record button at the top right corner of the datapad screen stopped and Anakin started over again. Good thing this wasn’t a live holo-recording. One day maybe, but not yet.
“What are you waiting for?” Kicking off his underwear far enough that it landed before Anakin's feet like an offering, Obi-Wan leaned to one side, stretching and dragging his right foot to rub his leg. Lifting a hand, he gestured with one finger to the younger man and asked, “Come and join me in bed.”
A younger Anakin dreamt of this and found solace alone with his hand, while an older Anakin is granted his Master in reality.
“Wow, okay, hold on-AHH KARK!” Stumbling onto the bed and almost tripping because his boxer briefs were stubborn to take off when distracted. Of course, Obi-Wan laughed at him, a big belly laugh, falling backward on the bed. If Obi-Wan wasn’t so cute, he’d have punched him.
In their bond, Anakin warned the other, “Obi-Wan, you can stop laughing now.”
His former Master replied cheekily, “Oh alright, but I’d prefer if you’d make me stop.”
Swiftly and without warning, Anakin pounced on his Master and captured his lips with his own. Their first kiss tasted sweet from the lingering tea.
Anakin watched the older man’s eyes close, unable to look away when their heads tilted just right. He drank in Obi-Wan’s muffled sweet moans and little gasps of air like the tea they shared.
Their kiss sent clashing sparks of light within their grinding bodies. The way they moved was frantic, desperate like they finally allowed the walls to come down between them.
The Force bond was like an open meadow of grass and flowers where only they could exist. Their minds danced together, close and unhindered by the past or future. The here and now was all that mattered.
Exhilaration and anticipation. Desire and desperation.
Obi-Wan broke their kiss to groan when Anakin’s fingers circled around his clit.
In their bond, Obi-Wan growled, “Don’t hold back. I can handle you, Anakin.”
Looking down at the older man underneath him, Anakin saw the need boiling within those intense eyes. The expression reminded Anakin of his Master in the middle of their sparring sessions together. The serious and euphoric concentration that only a Jedi of Obi-Wan’s caliber could wield.
That look made Anakin’s insides flutter and his cock twitch, even before he finally got his Master right where he wanted him - In bed. He wanted to see if the man could maintain such a fierce expression when bouncing on his cock.
“Can you really, Master?” He replied through their shared bond, voice deeper than usual but still teasing in tone. He kissed down his Master’s body, sucking at his nipple, licking a trail over softening abs, and hovering just over his soft public hair. And Obi-Wan’s legs widened further…so Anakin didn’t ask twice.
He wrapped his lips around his Master’s bud, circling his tongue in a slow rhythm, while he pushed two mechno-fingers inside that wet cavern. The moan that fell from Obi-Wan’s mouth was a sound he’ll never forget.
Anakin’s two mechno-fingers pumped inside Obi-Wan’s pussy, curling and spreading in time with his licks. The sweet sounds Obi-Wan made awakened Anakin’s growing hardness to the point of aching.
Hands clawed at the bedsheets when Anakin removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Obi-Wan’s legs trembled, instinctively trying to close, but Anakin held him open. He kept the man’s legs spread with a firm Force hold at the knees, knowing the holo-cam needed a good view.
In their bond, Obi-Wan begged, and it was pure music to Anakin’s ears hearing his proper and poised Master like this.
The sound of his name in a moaning prayer was all this younger Jedi needed to give his former Master what he cried for: “Anakin, oh please, please, please, Anakin! Enough teasing! Please, give me your cock, fuck me, Anakin. I need it, I need it-”
Anakin rendered the Negotiator speechless again, twice in one day. The words in their bond skidded to a halt when Obi-Wan felt the tip of his cock push inside. If his Master was talking in their bond, Anakin wouldn’t have heard it because this…this feeling was real.
The feeling of Obi-Wan’s inner walls moving around his cock, the tightness and the mind-muddling pressure overtook him. Blinking slowly, eyes hyper-focused on his cock burying deeper and deeper, Anakin whined aloud, “You’re…perfect. It’s like you were…built just for me to fuck.”
Though donating anonymous HoloNet OhMy Fans will be allowed to witness his Obi-Wan like this, see the man spread, hips lifting to roughly meet each of his thrusts, Anakin felt he didn’t mind anymore. They can hear his Master moan, watch the structured planes of his pretty form bend and stretch, and get off on it, but they’ll never have him.
Those nobodies will never truly have Obi-Wan - not like Anakin.
In their bond, Anakin called for Obi-Wan, chanting it softly, while his cock moved further and further into that encompassing heat. His building precum, Obi-Wan’s eagerness, and their accumulated sweat let him enter with ease.
Together, their chest rose and fell in unison. The clenched hands that held the bed sheets soon released to wrap around Anakin’s neck. Those strong arms pulled him closer until Obi-Wan’s moan tickled near his ear.
Anakin rested his face against the soft, hairy mounds of Obi-Wan’s pillowy chest. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily over the other’s skin. His mechno-hand that guided his cock then moved to claw at the bed when his hips finally…finally pressed flush against the man underneath him.
When he was all in, Anakin took another slow deep breath and smelled Obi-Wan’s comforting scent; He smelt of home, a welcoming love. It took all his willpower not to immediately start thrusting - he had to savor this moment.
This was their first time together and he wanted to remember every moment, from every angle. The datapad holo-recording device was floating above them now, in the air. Anakin used the Force to place it on the side table where he believed the angle would be nicer, their bodies in profile.
Licking his lips, Anakin began to roll his hips and the erupting pleasure burst in the Force around them. They both groaned, their minds holding onto one another like their lives depended on it.
It took all of Anakin’s will to not just immediately cum on the spot from how good it felt. He ached to fuck Obi-Wan, the man he fixated on for years but never had the chance to touch - an unreachable star.
But now, Obi-Wan was his. He has him and no one in the galaxy could make Anakin leave his side. As if sensing his strong feelings, Obi-Wan’s walls squeezed around his entire length, causing them both to groan.
Anakin let a low Huttese curse, hissing it between them as he pushed and pulled his cock with a focused purpose. The friction they made, every bump of their crashing hips, every pump he pressed inside Obi-Wan, made their bodies rise in warmth.
His steady, rolling hips soon picked up in speed and power - Anakin wanted to make it last, go slow, but hearing his Obi-Wan becoming undone was too much.
Braced against the bed, arms encircled around Obi-Wan’s back, hands squeezing both biceps from behind, Anakin closed his eyes and let his mind go:
The earthy lavender smell of Obi-Wan’s new soap, the underlying combined scents of them so close together, and that scent that makes Obi-Wan his Obi-Wan, were the only smells to exist.
The moans of his former Master, the steady slapping of their sweat-covered flesh, and the bed creaking with the headboard tapping the wall were the only sounds to exist.
The feeling of Obi-Wan’s familiar soft bed, the feeling of his smaller warm body held in his arms, the freeing pleasure that was finally bestowed upon him, and the satisfying friction between them were all that existed.
Anakin’s toes curled as he wildly yet precisely snapped his hips, burying his length fully before dragging it all out in an endless chase for completion. He bounced Obi-Wan’s body between him and the bed, moaning with every thrust.
The bed creaked louder and Anakin willed the bed to remain strong as he roughly pounded into his Master. Between those spread legs, Anakin witnessed the angel in his life shine underneath him, bright and a broken mewing mess.
Ankles crossed and legs wrapped around Anakin’s waist, Obi-Wan held onto him completely now. He hooked his chin firmly to Anakin’s shoulder, beard rubbing at the skin there to the point of reddening. Voice shaking from the thrusts, he confessed aloud with teary eyes. “I’ve-I’ve…ah-ahh, always…w-wanted this! W-Wanted you for so long.”
He wasn’t alone. Obi-Wan felt the same too. Eyes rolling back before closing, tears falling from his eyes, Anakin whispered to the older man’s soft rising and falling chest, so quiet that only they could hear. “Obi-Wan, I love you.”
Those words, filled with such strong emotions, made Obi-Wan’s whole body tighten and freeze for a moment - Anakin knew Obi-Wan had reached his limit. The older man vibrated in his arms, toes curling and mouth opening in a cute o-shape. He released a long, drawn-out moan, mind and body reaching the height of pleasure, while Anakin fucked him through it.
When Obi-Wan came he clenched down on Anakin’s cock, squeezing it just right, and yet Anakin forced his stuttering thrusts to continue without care. He was almost there, almost there. He thought he heard Obi-Wan sweetly coax him within in their Force bond, “That’s it, love, almost, almost~”
It was like Obi-Wan was swallowing Anakin whole by how his pussy pulled him further inside. In their Force bond, they couldn’t distinguish where their side of it was - they began blurring together.
Mind blanking and his thrusts quickening to a desperate pace, Anakin felt it like a punch to his stomach.
Biting his lip until he tasted blood, Anakin rested his tip inside his Obi-Wan before slamming inside one final time. He spilled his essence inside that sopping wet pussy, fucking his cum deep within his beautiful former Master.
Those trembling walls that molded around his whole length milked his cock of every drop. He pump Obi-Wan full of him, so much that Anakin’s cock almost slipped out. Stubbornly, Anakin used his weight to keep his squirting cock from wandering.
Using the Force, the holo-camera on the datapad beeped once before shutting down with the flick of Obi-Wan’s hand. His arm then tiredly flopped back on the bed before rising to cover his eyes. Forearm blocking this sight, Obi-Wan panted, “Oh my, Anakin! That…that was-”
This moment was almost unbelievable - he fucked Obi-Wan, and he recorded himself fucking Obi-Wan. Anakin stared wide-eyed at nothing before his focus safely landed back down on Coruscant.
He was still inside Obi-Wan, his Obi-Wan, and he honestly, didn’t want to move. Anakin smiled, basking in the afterglow and the warmth that he remained buried within.
Though the older man should’ve likely protested in allowing Anakin to keep his cock nestled inside, he didn’t. And he took that as permission to remain, happy and content. Rubbing his face against Obi-Wan’s skin, Anakin smirked, “The best kriffing you’ve ever had?”
Smacking his hand once on the younger’s upper back, Obi-Wan shook his head and huffed, “Now I’m not going to say it. Your head is big enough.”
Seeing that Obi-Wan couldn’t hide the amusement, his one hand covering his mouth, the barely muffled laugh, and shaking shoulders, Anakin laughed, “Maybe you should try giving me head first and see if it gets big and hard enough for you.”
“Don’t make me smack you again.”
Making sure he wasn’t too rough, Anakin then slowly moved his hips away from his Master. A small hiss fell from his Master’s lips, one leg twitching when the tip finally popped from within that suctioned heat. A thick dribble of Anakin’s seed oozed from between pinkened and glossy lips; The layer of sweat and splatter of cum painted their stomachs, sliding down both their thighs.
What a beautiful mess they’ve made.
Committing the sight to memory, Anakin summoned the datapad to his hands, floating it in the air between them to capture what he planned next.
Smirking, Anakin silently rubbed his left thumb on Obi-Wan’s inner thigh, wiping a long trail of cum and sweat. He locked eyes with his former Master the entire time he moved to suck his thumb clean of that nectar. Obi-Wan sucked his bottom lip, eyes wide and staring at the swipe of his tongue cleaning their mixed spent.
He sensually rubbed his flesh hand over his Master’s lower stomach, like he was pushing their combined mess into the skin. Marking the other - hand moving in circles lower and lower until his fingers rubbed over Obi-Wan’s abused pussy.
Body still sensitive, Obi-Wan flinched with a little grunting gasp. “Unf ah…ahhh~”
Skilled fingers parted sticky lips, index fingers and thumb stretching it wide to expose the dripping hole stuffed with everything that is Anakin. The index finger, middle finger, and thumb then moved lower to swipe some of the escaping slick, to push it back inside the other’s sensitive entrance.
A cute, almost guttural groan fell from Obi-Wan’s mouth when he slowly worked his fingers in and out once again. Anakin smirked, wishing he could just press all his finger inside the man again and fuck him like this. He wanted to slap the man’s plump pussy and tinker inside with just his fingers - making him orgasm from that alone.
In their bond, Obi-Wan begged again. And oh how Anakin adored hearing the man fall apart in such a way - his new favorite sound. “Anakin, Anakin, please, please, I’ve only just finished and you’re-Force, you’re relentless.”
Taking pity, Anakin stopped, pausing to remove his fingers, but he couldn’t resist lightly patting it - rubbing his hand over soft public hair and warm, sensitive skin. Obi-Wan gasped at the little teasing smack to his pussy, mouth falling open in shock when Anakin lifted his hand to his mouth again.
Shutting the datapad off again, Anakin smiled behind his hand at Obi-Wan - he knew the man liked this, liked the roughness mixed with tenderness. Licking his lips clean, Anakin then wondered aloud, “Maybe we can try slapping. I think I’ll like it…I know you do.”
Transfixed by the action, Obi-Wan slowly nodded in agreement and pushed his sweaty short bangs from his forehead. The older Jedi focused on catching his breath, moving a hand down his face and chest, eyes closed.
Leaning forward, knowing he wouldn’t be rejected, Anakin stole a kiss. Lips touched the middle of Obi-Wan’s forehead in reverence and then quickly pecked his nose, making the man giggle breathlessly.
A comfortable silence followed and his Master’s arms opened to welcome him into his arms. Quickly, Anakin fell on top of his Master with arms curled tight around the man’s middle. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and his expression was so peaceful that Anakin thought he fell asleep. Then the older man smiled gently, cheeks turning red, and whispered, “I can’t wait.”
Face pressed against the junction of Obi-Wan’s neck and right shoulder, Anakin replied curiously, “Wait for what?”
Quieter, Obi-Wan elaborated, “I can’t wait when, hopefully, we do this again in the future.”
“Hopefully, you say.” Unwrapping his arms from Obi-Wan’s waist, Anakin propped his arms with hands placed at either side of the other’s head. He stared down intently at the other, admiring the dusting blush over the other Jedi’s face, their noses almost touching. “Like you don’t know my answer.”
Lifting his head, Obi-Wan met his lips in a chaste kiss, short and sweet. Within their bond, Anakin allowed the walls of his mind to show his other half his answer. “Yes. A thousand times yes. Anything for you, Obi-Wan.”
Lowering his upper body down again, Anakin draped over the other and snuggled close. He didn’t care for the sticky, hardening mess or their sweat. It didn’t matter - he never wanted this to end.
Rubbing a hand down Anakin’s back, Obi-Wan said, “Still, I feel the need to say it aloud for us…for me. Indulge this old man, will you, Anakin?”
“Not that old, Master, but go on.” The smile Anakin had only widened. His heart was flying, soaring high, with Obi-Wan in his arms in a way he thought would never come to pass.
“Can we partake in this away from my…our OhMy Fans. I’d like to do this in private.” After a pause, Obi-Wan awkwardly added, “Do you understand?”
“I do.” When Anakin giggled, he felt the other’s amusement in their Force bond like a feathery brush to his mind. “And I’d like that a lot.”
And he meant a lot. At least twice a day. Preferably, many times a week. Anakin could live with his cock buried in Obi-Wan’s pussy, please, and thank you. Though he didn’t say this through their bond, Obi-Wan felt the unspoken words and blushed, “It’s settled then.”
“Obi-Wan?” When the older Jedi looked at him, Anakin said the magic words just for his Master to hear them again. Away from the passion and in the now. He will gladly say it over and over again, no questions asked. “I love you.”
Anakin’s cheeks hurt from how wide he smiled when Obi-Wan replied, “And I love you, Anakin. Always.”
Then out of nowhere, Anakin set the speeder on reverse, skidding and returning to the start of the line. One race was never enough for a man like him.
The datapad reawakened with a Force touch to the screen. Sitting up, Anakin cheerily asked the clearly tired man underneath him, “So, do you want to have a second round?”
Shocked and confused, Obi-Wan tilted his head and said, “What?”
“Where’s that kriff toy of yours in the third video? I want to fuck your ass with it while, I-”
Face burning, two hands slapped over his ears, Obi-Wan yelled, “Wait, now? Anakin! Let me breathe and recover first. We only just finished and you should sleep since you haven't had a proper- AHHCK, ANAKIN!”
When Anakin moved to search Obi-Wan's room for that kriff toy, Obi-Wan grabbed a hold of his mecho-arm wrist and yanked him back. Avoiding a sudden jerk of a knee to his ribs and a quick subduing hold that involved twisting arms behind one another’s back, they both scrambled over the small bed.
The poor bed creaked from the two moving so roughly on top of it.
The white, soft, and familiar Jedi-issued blanket they kicked onto the floor sometime during sex was pulled into the air. Using the Force, Anakin spun the cloth and let it flutter and drape over their wrestling forms on the bed.
A boisterous laugh burst from the younger man when Obi-Wan eventually stopped wiggling, the blanket covering his face. Soon Obi-Wan joined him in laughter, removing the blanket from his face to look at Anakin.
Kisses peppered over a beard, while Obi-Wan interlaced his one hand with Anakin’s mechno-fingers. His free hand stroked the back of Anakin’s head, petting the long strands of hair there.
On camera and away from it, they had each other and together they’ll stay.
The End