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Anakin knew it was coming. The warning signs were all there, Obi-Wan stepping forward when Anakin gave him a peck, wanting to deepen the kiss, the heavy flirting, the touching, the hints that were getting less and less subtle as time went on. Anakin knew if he liked it a little less, he wouldn't be staring down this talk like an unpleasant operation. He knew Obi-Wan could see how turned on Anakin was every time he even gave a mild suggestion and Obi-Wan knew that Anakin knew Obi-Wan could see it.
Artoo came rolling in, beeping away about some kind of outing with a protocol droid and telling Anakin not to wait up. Anakin stared at him.
"Unbelieveable. My droid has a date and I'm about to get dumped." Artoo gave a whistle which Anakin knew was it laughing at him. "Ugh. Go and have fun. Obi-Wan is coming over in half an hour and I don't need a witness to this humiliation." Artoo rolled off but not before telling Anakin that he would bring home some new droids so Anakin wouldn't be lonely.
Anakin, who had almost been evicted thanks to the escaping mouse droids causing far too many problems in the electricals of the building, was pleased about this sign of solidarity. It didn't stop his mood from taking a nose dive as he stared at himself in the mirror.
"What does one wear to being dumped?"
Twenty minutes later, Anakin had on an outfit he was comfortable in but wouldn't mind if he had to get rid of it because of bad memories, and the door was chiming Obi-Wan's early (of course) arrival. Obi-Wan was all charm and handsomeness, it made Anakin's head spin which only made him irritated. He had dumped the food Obi-Wan had brought with him on the counter (Obi-Wan had given up bringing alcohol as a gift when he realised that Anakin's tastes ran to cheap and nasty) and turned to his boyfriend-for-now.
"I know we could do this roundabout thing for a while so I just want to get it over with." At least Anakin had break up food to stuff himself with afterwards.
"Get what over with?" Obi-Wan asked in that polite way of his. He was a biologist and researcher but it was his lecturing voice that he was pulling out now. The one where someone asks a stupid question and Obi-Wan wants them to explain themselves but is too polite to outright say it.
"This talk we're going to have. I know it's coming so if you could just say it and leave." Anakin tried to hold onto his anger rather than focus on what exactly he was supposed to do after Obi-Wan left. They had been dating for nearly four months, that was the longest Anakin had managed to put off having sex with anyone he dated.
"Anakin, you're going to have to give me a little more explanation than that," Obi-Wan said in that patient way of his that did nothing but drive Anakin mad right now. He grit his teeth against the urge to shout.
"You know the polite speech about how you don't see it's going anywhere, but what you really mean is that you're bored of waiting for me to put out." Anakin shut his mouth, a little surprised that he said it like that, but then deciding to go with it and lifted his chin. Obi-Wan was watching him, his expression unreadable and leaving Anakin completely in the dark about whether this was a surprise to him or not.
"Hmmm, no, that isn't the talk we're going to have," Obi-Wan said, far too calm for Anakin's peace of mind. Then he took a step closer. "The talk we're going to have is about whether you want to have sex in general and more specifically, sex with me, at some point in the future." Anakin stared at him and Obi-Wan's head tilted to the side, just a touch. "Are you a virgin?" Anakin snorted before he could help himself and then wanted to smack himself upside the head. That was the perfect excuse! I mean, it was putting off the inevitable for a few more months and Obi-Wan really didn't deserve to be led on like that, but Anakin could have gone with it.
Too late now.
"So you have had sex before," Obi-Wan said, still in that eminently reasonable tone. "Do you want to have sex again in the future? In general?"
"That's not really what we're talking about," Anakin replied. Obi-Wan took another step closer.
"Oh, I'm only making sure I've got everything covered. Yes or no, Anakin?" Another step. "Do you want to have sex in the future?" Like a hypnotised cobra, Anakin nodded his head, unable to tear his gaze away from Obi-Wan's. "More specifically, do you want to have sex with me at some point in the future?" Another nod. "Good. Then discussion over."
"Wait, no." Anakin snapped out of his trance. "Talk not over! Of course I want to have sex with you, you know that. But we can't!" Again with the head tilt from Obi-Wan.
"Oh? Why not? Are you waiting until marriage?" Anakin had a sudden flash of calling Obi-Wan 'husband' and wearing the wedding robes of the freed people on Tatooine. His cheeks felt warm.
"What? No!"
"Have you taken a newfound vow of chastity?"
"No!"
"Is it a medical issue?"
"What kind of medical -- no, it's not that!" Anakin was getting more and more flustered.
"Is it -- "
"I'm bad at it!" The words burst out of Anakin and as much as he hated the stunned silence that followed the words, he also felt his shoulders slump. It was out now. "I'm bad at sex and I'm bad at kissing. Just because I want you doesn't make me magically better at something." Gods, Anakin wished it did. The amount of holosites and forums and porn he had gone through to try and make himself better at sex was too embarrassing to count. But as soon as he was turned on, it was like all logical thought to his brain stopped and he just lay there like a dead fish.
"Who told you that?" Obi-Wan was an arms-lengths away now. Anakin wanted to back up but there was the counter at his back.
"Everyone I've been with," he replied bitterly. "Even the nicer ones, I asked them and they eventually told me the truth." Obi-Wan's eyes examined his face thoughtfully. Anakin didn't know what expression he was seeing but it wasn't scaring him off.
"And what exactly, are you so bad at?" Obi-Wan asked. "If something isn't commonly liked, it doesn't mean it would be universally disliked." Anakin was almost swayed, those blue eyes drawing him in.
"No, no. We can't do it," he said. "I did this last time -- and he said he wanted to try, that the others were wrong. But then he -- he said -- it was worse than he had imagined." Anakin had to look away from Obi-Wan then because otherwise he would cry and that would just be even worse than this whole evening had been so far.
"How cruel of him." Obi-Wan took a small step forward and then they were pressed together, leaving Obi-Wan free to cup Anakin's cheek in one hand. "Anakin, my dear, tell me what the other ones, the nicer ones, said you were like at sex." The last word in Obi-Wan's Corunsanti accent made Anakin give a visible shudder. He licked his lips and was hopeless to resist.
"They said I'm lazy in bed, that I just lie there and make them do everything. I don't kiss well, I'm either too passive or too eager and sloppy. I don't like the sexy kind of dirty talk where someone calls me a whore and stuff. I'm too sensitive, I come too fast and then get all limp afterwards. I'm boring after a while because I don't do stuff like roleplay or videos or doing it in public places or ropes. And my dick's too small." Anakin's cheeks were bright red he was certain and he squirmed, wanting to get away but feeling pinned in place by Obi-Wan's gaze.
"A few questions, Anakin." Obi-Wan's voice had gotten a little deeper, as if he needed to clear his throat. "Do you like sex and kissing?"
"Yeah, I love it." He decided that this humiliating conversation could always get worse. "I tried to look some stuff up but it all comes out of my head when I'm turned on." Obi-Wan licked his lips and cleared his throat. It did nothing to change his voice back to normal.
"You don't like dirty talk when someone calls you a whore, but do you like the kind of more positive dirty talk? So if I was telling you how good you're being and how beautiful you are?" Anakin was suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was and he reached up to grab Obi-Wan's arms. Not to stop him from touching Anakin, but as if he needed something to hang on to.
"I-- I think so." Anakin had never really had someone who had done that kind of dirty talk before. It always verged into the humiliating kind or was more 'yeah, like that, baby'.
"And after you come, do you want to be touched or is that when you're too sensitive?"
"Um, it depends. I'm really sensitive right after I come but sometimes it's a good feeling and sometimes it's a bad one." Obi-Wan smiled then, as if Anakin answering his questions was everything he wanted and he had given the right answers. Anakin still didn't know what was going on but Obi-Wan was close enough to touch and it was scrambling all of Anakin's brain cells.
"Did you know that I've been told I'm too domineering in bed?" Obi-Wan said casually. "Too bossy, wanting to be in charge too much." Anakin's heart was pounding in his ears now. It sounded like Obi-Wan was saying something and Anakin couldn't quite believe it. "I'm not going to promise anything but I will say that none of what you've said is a turn off for me. Now do you want to start with kissing and see where we go from there?" Anakin's mouth was watering and he couldn't answer Obi-Wan, not verbally. All he could do was lean down and offer his mouth to Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan's hand went to Anakin's hair and then it was like Anakin was no longer in control. Obi-Wan kissed him but it was like being hit by a speeder, any desire Anakin had went from one to a hundred within a moment. He tried to kiss back, to meet Obi-Wan's tongue with his, but the kiss was moving too fast. All Anakin could do was sit there and take it. He could feel his mouth watering, making the kiss wet and sloppy and he hastily tried to correct it but Obi-Wan didn't let him pull back.
The wet sounds that filled the room made Anakin's cheeks burn but Obi-Wan was shoving his hips forward and Anakin could feel his cock against his thigh. Anakin's mouth fell open of its own accord and Obi-Wan dominated everything, his hand on Anakin's head, gripping his hair tightly. Tears pricked at Anakin's eyes at the pain and yet, his own cock was as hard as durasteel and he couldn't bear the thought of Obi-Wan stopping.
But stop he did. One moment Anakin was being kissed to within an inch of his life and the next moment Obi-Wan had pulled his head back, though not too far away. His lips were slick and shiny and there was drool running down Anakin's chin. He reached up to wipe it away but Obi-Wan got there first, running a thumb over Anakin's chin and then placing it in his own mouth.
"That is how I have sex," Obi-Wan said, his tone calm but his voice sounding as if he had just deepthroated someone. "I liked what we did. If you want to continue, we can do that now or -- "
"Now," Anakin interrupted. He wasn't taking any chance Obi-Wan was going to change his mind.
"Good. Now, there's a few discussions to be had while we get ready, but what I would most like you to do is to lie there and let me do what I've got planned. I'll tell you some of it but not all. Okay?" Anakin was going to die from how turned on he was. "All you have to do is tell me to stop if you want to stop. I won't listen to 'wait' or 'it's too much' but if you tell me to stop, I'll stop. No matter what I'm doing. Yes?"
"Yeah, yes." Anakin nodded in case that wasn't clear enough.
"Good. Then get yourself cleaned up and on the bed with only your underwear on."
By the time they had both gotten ready and Anakin had a general idea about some of the stuff Obi-Wan wanted to do this evening, there had been enough time for the nerves to come back. Thankfully the first thing he did when Anakin crawled onto the bed half-naked was kiss him. It was the same kind of kiss that dominated everything that Obi-Wan had given him in the kitchen.
"Oh, my dear," Obi-Wan said when he pulled back. Anakin was breathing hard and far too turned on to be nervous about anything. He clutched weakly at Obi-Wan's shoulders but otherwise he barely did anything else. Anakin's cheeks burned hot as he imagined what Obi-Wan was thinking. He tried to make more of an effort and it wasn't like it was hard to touch Obi-Wan, not when every part of him fascinated Anakin. It was just, as soon as Obi-Wan started to touch him in return, everything in Anakin went weak.
"Sorry, sorry," he muttered as he realised his hands had stopped when Obi-Wan had touched that spot at the base of his ribs which was either incredibly ticklish or overwhelmingly arousing.
"Anakin, if you don't want to touch, you don't have to," Obi-Wan said gently and Anakin shook his head, frustrated tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. He hated this feeling and wished he could just banish it forever. Obi-Wan looked at him for a second before he took hold of Anakin's hands in his. "Remember you can say 'stop' if I do anything that you don't like," Obi-Wan said.
"Huh?" Anakin barely had time to vocalise the word before Obi-Wan was pulling his arms up and looping something around his wrists. It wasn't the complicated rope system one of Anakin's exes had loved to use, instead it was Obi-Wan's shirt. It bound Anakin's hands above his head but he could easily pull them free if he wanted.
"My darling." Obi-Wan instantly had his full attention again. "All I want is for you to enjoy yourself. All you have to do is be vocal about what you like and what you don't. Can you do that for me?" Anakin nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. "Well done."
Obi-Wan kissed and touched like he had done in the kitchen, sweeping Anakin away in waves of pleasure so much that he could barely think of anything. One of his hands came loose from the shirt at some point but he just let it lay there, knowing that was exactly what Obi-Wan wanted.
"Well done, Anakin," Obi-Wan said as soon as he noticed Anakin's hand unmoving on the bed. "You're doing exactly as I told you. I knew you could." And his eyes gleamed with his sincerity, even as his pupils grew so dilated that his eyes appeared almost black. "Can I take off your underwear, darling?"
Anakin nodded. He had no more words and was happy to do anything Obi-Wan asked, as long as he kept praising him. That didn't mean Anakin didn't feel his nerves starting to return as soon as Obi-Wan looped his underwear down around his ankles and then off onto the floor. Obi-Wan stared for a few moments at Anakin's cock, leaving him squirming in humiliation, but then Obi-Wan smiled. There was no way to mistake that smile as anything mocking, it was all affection and delight and sheer joy.
"This is just as lovely as the rest of you," Obi-Wan said, circling Anakin's cock with his hand and gently stroking up once. It looked even smaller in Obi-Wan's long-fingered hand but arousal was definitely overwhelming any thought of disagreement with Obi-Wan's words.
"Uh, uh, uh," Anakin managed to get out when Obi-Wan continued to stroke him. "Obi-Wan, I'm going to come!" The orgasm was rising swiftly, almost too fast for Anakin to warn Obi-Wan.
"Maybe some other time for that," Obi-Wan said and stopped, which was both a relief and a torture. "I want to be inside you for that." He produced lube from somewhere. "If you're going to have your hands down, you're going to help me," Obi-Wan said. A streak of trepidation.
"Obi-Wan, I'm not..." Didn't he listen to anything Anakin said?
"Oh no, my love." Obi-Wan kissed Anakin again and between the petname and the kiss, Anakin's head was spinning. He didn't protest as Obi-Wan guided his hands down to the outer edge of his thighs and told him to pull.
"Huh?" His brain couldn't come up with anything smarter than that.
"Spread your legs, Anakin," Obi-Wan said. "Like this?" And he pulled Anakin's thighs apart, maneuvering them to where he wanted. "Hold them there." Anakin did so automatically but then his position hit him like a ton of bricks. Everything was on display, his legs almost framing his cock and ass to Obi-Wan's hungry gaze.
"Obi-Wan!" he said as if to complain but it faltered halfway through his name and it just came out sounding turned on.
"You are the most beautiful picture right now," Obi-Wan said. He took a moment to lean back on his heels and look at Anakin with that thought destroying gaze. "Even if I could take a photo, nothing would compare to how beautiful you are right now."
"No photos," Anakin said. He was sure Obi-Wan wouldn't, but he really wanted to make sure that was clear.
"Oh no, my darling," Obi-Wan said. "This is all for me." And then he was back with those clever hands and that hot mouth, skimming over both thighs and getting closer and closer to the middle. Anakin couldn't look away, couldn't say anything that would make it clear to Obi-Wan what a mind-destroying sight that was. Obi-Wan's head in between his legs... and then he touched Anakin's cock with his mouth.
"Obi-Wan!" Anakin almost shot off the bed. "I can't --- I can't --- please..."
"I only listen to 'stop'," Obi-wan said but Anakin didn't say the word. He couldn't, there wasn't anything in the world that could be half as pleasurable as this. If the fire alarm went off right then, Anakin wouldn't move until Obi-Wan finished, flames or no flames. It couldn't get any better. It couldn't get any worse.
But then it did. Obi-Wan slicked his fingers up with lube and when Anakin was distracted (so distracted), he slid a finger inside of Anakin. Anakin groaned and his hands fell away from his legs, but it was okay because his legs fell limp as well. His whole body felt loose, he would let Obi-Wan do just about anything right then.
All he seemed to want to do to is finger Anakin open while doing his best to tease an orgasm and never give it. By the time Obi-Wan slicked up his own cock (far larger than Anakin's, but for once that thought only sparked desire, not shame), Anakin felt physically on the edge of arousal.
"Remember, let yourself feel," Obi-Wan said before lining himself up.
Anakin shut his eyes and came as soon as Obi-Wan pressed in, the waves of ecstasy only just overriding the shame. He had told Obi-Wan and yet it didn't feel like enough warning. After the aftershocks died down, Anakin opened his eyes and prepared to apologise. Obi-Wan hadn't done anything more than gently thrust into Anakin, keeping the orgasm going as long as possible, but when Anakin opened his eyes, Obi-Wan was poised in place.
"Remember, you can say stop if you want me to stop," Obi-Wan said and then pulled Anakin's leg up by the knee and started to thrust in and out of Anakin, sending what felt like electric shocks skittering all over his body. It was the same kind of feeling as knocking his elbow, not-quite pain making his nerve endings spasm.
"O-bi-Wan!" Anakin gasped out, arching his back, not sure whether he wanted to get away from the sensation or closer to it. "Too much, it's too much."
"Good or bad?" Obi-Wan continued thrusting as he said this and Anakin couldn't think, could barely breathe, as the shocks turned into static which turned into something else. Anakin's cock was getting hard again but he didn't bother attempting to touch it. He didn't have to worry about being lazy here, Obi-Wan was the one in control.
"I don't know," Anakin finally managed to say. "It's you -- you're doing it. Is it good?" He was making no sense, not even to himself, but Obi-Wan only smiled. Locks of hair were sticking to his forehead and his lips were shiny and red behind the beard but he was looking at Anakin like a dream come true.
"It's good for you," Obi-Wan said with such confidence that all of the static disappeared. It was good, it had the same thrill as pressing on a bruise but this time he knew he would come at the end of it. Obi-Wan swiped a hand through Anakin's come and gave one stroke of his cock, the sensation almost making Anakin jump out of his skin.
Anakin moaned and Obi-Wan didn't stop thrusting. His cock was hard again and the skin stretched in a way which was almost painful. Anakin was fast becoming mindless with desire and saliva was pooling in his mouth again.
"You're so good for me," Obi-Wan said. His thrusts were coming faster now, shifting Anakin's whole body up the bed, but they stayed steady. The angle changed slightly and now Obi-Wan was back to hitting that spot inside of Anakin which made him lose his mind. "I thought that in the kitchen when you said what you were like in bed. I thought that you were perfect for me. You would do exactly what I said and I would give you what you needed."
Anakin nodded because words were beyond him now. Obi-Wan was going even faster now and it was just constant, unrelenting pleasure. Anakin's limbs were weak, his thighs were spread wide open to fit Obi-Wan between them and his arms lay on the bed. He barely thought to swallow until he realised he was now drooling, the pooled saliva flooding out of his mouth and down his cheek.
"You're lovely." Obi-Wan's eyes gleamed above him and it was as if he could see into Anakin's mind, knew how mindless he was right now. This was what pleasure did to him and rather than calling him lazy, Obi-Wan seemed to revel in it. Anakin wanted to come but he couldn't reach for himself, all he could do was lie there and let Obi-Wan decide.
Then Obi-Wan's hand was back on his cock and Anakin could barely breathe now.
"Can you say anything right now or has your brain shut off?" Obi-Wan sounded too aroused to be amused but Anakin had a feeling that was what he was going for. He started to stroke. "My darling, I'm glad that everyone else was too stupid to see how perfect you are. It means that you're here with me and I'm not going to let you go."
Anakin came at that thought, the thought that Obi-Wan wanted to keep him, wanted Anakin just how he was. This orgasm was like blinding white, switching all thoughts off in his head. He was empty, wiped and yet satisfied.
"'bi-Wan," he slurred out as soon as he was conscious. His face was wet with saliva or tears, he didn't know, and gentle hands were lifting his head up a little.
"Drink, dear one. Just a little water." Anakin drank because Obi-Wan told him to and they were still in bed. The rules still counted. As soon as Anakin drank enough, Obi-Wan pulled the glass away and then replaced it with his lips. Anakin didn't have the energy to kiss him back, his mouth was slack underneath Obi-Wan's, but it didn't seem to bother Obi-Wan at all. He pulled off.
"One day I'm going to fuck you while you're on your stomach and then made you come against the sheets again and again. Then I'm going to leave you to lie in the wet patch you created and know it was because that was what I wanted you to do," Obi-Wan said as he wiped Anakin's face with a cool flannel. Anakin had a flash of what that would be like and his cock twitched painfully.
"Cold," Anakin said, the only issue with the fantasy.
"Cold then or cold now?" Obi-Wan asked, getting what Anakin meant.
"Then."
"No, you won't be," Obi-Wan said with assurance. The cool cloth rubbed over Anakin's stomach and a little over his thighs. Obi-Wan had worn protection and Anakin regretted the necessity right then. "I'm going to stay with you, curled up over you so all you have to do is lay there and come."
"Obi-Wan," Anakin complained. Arousal hurt right now, his muscles felt like liquid and trying to think was like trying to fight his way out of mud. "Too much."
"Do you want me to stop?" Obi-Wan asked and Anakin carefully stayed quiet. He knew he could just say the word but he didn't want it. He liked the images, even if he couldn't do anything about them quite yet. Instead he turned his head towards Obi-Wan and nuzzled into his hand. "You really are perfect for me." The words were quiet, meant for Anakin but not for discussion.