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Anakin admires himself in the ’fresher mirror, running his fingers through his damp curls to try and better untangle them. Arousal has been thrumming through his body since he woke up about an hour ago, but Obi-Wan had an early meeting before Anakin awoke and he doesn’t feel like getting off by himself when he can wait for Obi-Wan instead. And he really wants to wait for Obi-Wan. They haven’t had a chance to spend proper time with each other in bed for a while, because lately they’ve been busy with the war ending and the aftermath of that.
But now they do have time, at least once Obi-Wan comes back from the meeting, and Anakin is going to take advantage of it. He just really wants his Daddy, and he knows Obi-Wan wants to be that for him too. Anakin doesn’t always call Obi-Wan “Daddy” during sex, especially when they were desperate and needed physical touch after an intense mission or bad battle, when they barely talked during and instead just grounded themselves with each other’s bodies. But by the end, the word had usually slipped out of Anakin’s lips by accident once or twice. He just loves using it, loves how Obi-Wan reacts to it and how it makes himself feel.
So as he gets himself ready for the day, he smirks at himself in the mirror and starts planning on best how to tease Obi-Wan, to make Obi-Wan fuck him hard and maybe punish him in the way that Anakin very much needs.
He’s wanted to use the title even more than usual lately because of Obi-Wan’s appearance. They’ve been so busy with the end of the war that Obi-Wan hasn’t had time to cut his hair or trim his beard in its usual style for a while, and now he still hasn’t gotten around to doing it. His hair is a little longer and gets smoothed back, and his beard is fuller and softer than usual, with more beautiful gray streaking through the entirety of it. It makes Anakin utterly weak, makes him want to curl into Obi-Wan’s lap and rub his cheek against that beard, makes him want to tug on the strands of Obi-Wan’s hair as Anakin grinds against him and whines out, Daddy . . . so really, it’s not his fault that he wants to tease Obi-Wan!
Once he’s finished in the ’fresher, he enters the kitchen to see Obi-Wan come back to their quarters just in time. Obi-Wan smiles at him brightly as he toes off his boots and hangs up his outer robe with familiarity, a bag in his hand. “Good morning, my love,” he greets as he walks towards Anakin in the kitchen, granting him a quick kiss before setting the bag down on the table. “I’m going to go shower, but I brought back some leftover breakfast from the meeting.” Something within Anakin is utterly charmed at the thought of Obi-Wan taking care of him even in the simplest of ways.
Anakin smiles back at him in gratitude and eagerly opens up the bag to reveal fresh fruit salad and a muffin that is still warm, as well as a cup of caf, the good stuff. He digs into breakfast as Obi-Wan disappears into the ’fresher, and Anakin waits in anticipation for Obi-Wan to finish so that he can start enacting his plan. He’s just finishing up cleaning his dishes when Obi-Wan comes into the kitchen with damp hair and wearing only sweatpants, which makes Anakin almost forget what he wants to say to him when he gets distracted by how Obi-Wan looks straight out of the shower.
But Anakin gets ahold of himself again, because this is going to be worth it. Just as Obi-Wan wanders over to the counter to pick up the kettle to make some tea, Anakin sidles up to him and leans in to quickly kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for breakfast, Daddy,” Anakin says sweetly, and then he’s moving away before Obi-Wan has time to react.
He grins as Obi-Wan’s grip on the kettle almost slips in surprise, a blush suddenly coloring his cheeks as he looks at Anakin and then quickly looks away again. “. . . You’re welcome, dear one,” Obi-Wan says, starting to put water into the kettle and not mentioning the title Anakin used, like he’s unsure what Anakin is playing at for now. Perfect.
“Well, I’m gonna go hang out with Aayla,” Anakin says casually, already turned away from Obi-Wan and pulling on his boots by the door. He looks back once to see Obi-Wan still standing there looking all flustered, before Anakin exits their quarters, looking forward to the day ahead.
He doesn’t get to see Obi-Wan until the afternoon, when they are both summoned before the Council. Thankfully it’s for nothing serious, just to go through some finalizing of negotiations for a treaty that Anakin didn’t really have a hand in, though he’s still technically a part of the Council so he has to be there. And he tries to pay attention, he really does, but negotiation stuff just isn’t exactly his strength and he gets a bit bored.
Anakin knows that Obi-Wan is aware of how much he’s been squirming in his seat ever since ten minutes into the meeting had passed, though Anakin doesn’t let him sense any of the thoughts he’s having, not yet. He happens to be thinking about Obi-Wan having Anakin sit on his lap or kneel between those spread legs while he sits in that chair, keeping his Daddy’s cock warm while he attends the meeting before then attending to Anakin’s needs.
He feels Obi-Wan’s Force presence brush against his mind, asking if anything is wrong, and it’s simply an innocent gesture, but Anakin is so wound up already that it makes him shiver. Now is the time to play again. Daddy . . . I’m bored, is what he says through their bond, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from smiling as Obi-Wan suddenly shifts in his chair and coughs awkwardly.
Plo Koon stops talking to ask if Obi-Wan is fine, and Obi-Wan mumbles something back, while he warns with a short, Anakin, through their bond which would be akin to a growl if it was said aloud. Anakin just keeps facing ahead, the picture of perfect obedience.
After the meeting ends, Obi-Wan and Anakin both linger in the room, the tension thick and heady between them. Obi-Wan’s hand suddenly clamps around the back of his neck and it startles him, the weight of it grounding and already making him want to submit. And that won’t do at all, not yet.
“D’you want to spar with me?” He asks, looking back innocently at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan’s mouth ticks up a bit and Anakin can tell he’s warring with himself about something, but soon he nods. “Great!” Anakin says happily, pulling easily away from Obi-Wan’s grip and not even attempting to hide his satisfied grin.
Anakin purposefully gets them a private salle to spar in, but Obi-Wan doesn’t comment on it. Sparring goes as it usually does; their teasing dance with each other happening easily and feeling familiar, unable to keep the smiles from their faces and the love constantly flowing through their bond on a feedback loop. But soon the mood shifts to something darker, Obi-Wan’s grin turning sharp and predatory as they circle one another, waiting for someone to make a move. Anakin’s chest flutters, feeling weak at the sight of Obi-Wan with that feral glint on his eye, and he wants to get on his knees and bare his neck for the man.
Instead, he moves to attack, Obi-Wan meeting him perfectly in turn. They’ve both shed their robes by now until they’re just in their base layers, and Obi-Wan’s longer hair is falling in his face in a distractingly beautiful way. And then Anakin does get distracted by how Obi-Wan looks, so hot and competent and strong, that he fumbles and doesn’t cover a weak spot. Suddenly he’s falling to the ground with his practice saber rolling out of his hands, unhanded by Obi-Wan.
He props himself up on his hands and looks up at Obi-Wan who is standing and pointing his own saber at him. Anakin smirks. “Come and get me, Daddy,” he says teasingly, and before he knows it, Obi-Wan’s saber is clattering to the ground somewhere off to the side and Obi-Wan is now on top of him, pressing his body down flat to the matted floor. Obi-Wan’s hand finds Anakin’s throat, wrapping around it and just holding him there, only giving Anakin a hint of what he could do. Anakin gasps at the treatment and manhandling, eyelashes fluttering as he tries to squirm his body up against Obi-Wan’s to try and get some friction for his swiftly swelling cock.
“You’ve been a little tease today, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, voice low and heated, eyes dark. Anakin swallows thickly, his whole body quivering with excitement at finally getting what he wants. “Was this all to get me to notice what you need from me, hm? You just need some special attention from your Daddy?” Anakin exhales shakily, trying so hard not to let out the high-pitched whine that’s building up within him at Obi-Wan’s words. His mind is already getting a little warm and fuzzy because he’s always so easy when it comes to Obi-Wan being his Daddy, but he tries to shake the feeling off for now so he can tease a bit more.
“Please, Daddy,” Anakin says in a small voice, tears welling up in his eyes without even having to try, knowing Obi-Wan likes how he looks when he’s crying and desperate for it. How it makes him look almost innocent. He tries to keep his smirk at bay, though he’s sure Obi-Wan can see how it plays at his lips, how he’s too pleased at getting his way to stop it. Then Obi-Wan’s hand moves from Anakin’s neck to squeeze at the hard line of Anakin’s cock through his pants, and Anakin barely bites back a whimper in time.
“Use me hard, Obi-Wan, I want you to make me take it and use me however you want,” Anakin says, watching in awe as he can see the pure desire wash over Obi-Wan’s face at his words. Obi-Wan is talented at acting calm though, at being infuriatingly detached as if he isn’t as affected as he so clearly is.
“You want it hard?” Obi-Wan asked, an eyebrow raised. Anakin nods even though Obi-Wan already knows. “Fine, you little brat, we’ll have it your way,” he finishes, but his words come out sounding more affectionate than anything. “Here’s what I want you to do,” Obi-Wan murmurs, his voice suddenly in a tone that Anakin knows to listen to. “I want you to go to our bedroom, get fully undressed, get your collar, and kneel on the floor to wait for me.” Anakin feels like he’s vibrating out of his skin with prickly hot need and elation.
“Yes, Daddy,” he says quickly, almost embarrassingly too quickly, but it’s worth it for the pleased Good boy he gets from Obi-Wan in response.
“And do not touch yourself,” Obi-Wan says seriously, and Anakin nods again even as he pouts, though he expects nothing less. Then Obi-Wan is getting up off the floor and suddenly Anakin is moving into action, scrambling up and grabbing his pile of abandoned clothes to just leave the room how he is because he’s so excited. Before he can get out the door though, he hears a familiar disappointed Tsk from Obi-Wan.
“Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice immediately makes Anakin pause and look at him. “Put on the rest of your clothes. I want you to be a good Jedi for me, otherwise you’ll get nothing.” Anakin ducks his head at the slight reprimand, feeling shy, but his teasing confidence returns when he finishes putting his proper robes back in order.
He goes up to Obi-Wan who’s been watching him and pulls him in for a quick kiss. “I’ll be waiting, Daddy,” Anakin says coyly, biting his lip and starting to walk away towards the door. Obi-Wan just shakes his head in exasperated fondness, even though Anakin relishes the slight blush on his cheeks.
“Go, Anakin.” Anakin grins and finally leaves. And then he realizes that he’s glad Obi-Wan told him to put all his robes back on, because he’s still hard and it would be quite awkward to walk through the halls of the Temple with his erection evident in his pants with no robes to cover it up.
Well. Daddy does know best.
***
Anakin is practically shaking as he enters his and Obi-Wan’s quarters, feeling weak with arousal and excitement. He wants to just throw his clothes off and dump them back on the floor, but he knows Obi-Wan would make him pick them up anyway, so he reluctantly takes the time to fold them instead. After he’s fully bare, including taking the glove off of his mechno-hand, he enters the ’fresher to look himself over and freshen himself up quickly, even though he thoroughly cleaned this morning in anticipation of this moment. He looks at himself in the mirror, eyes wide and bright and slightly frazzled. It always somehow feels like it’s his first time all over again before a scene like this.
Then he goes back into the bedroom to get his collar out of the nightstand drawer. It’s special to him; Obi-Wan had given it to him as a surprise after a long time apart during the war, and after Anakin had embarrassedly fumbled through explaining that he’d like to try being collared sometime during a nightly Holo call. Obi-Wan had sent him to bed very relaxed and satisfied after that call ended.
The collar is light and simple, made with white synth-leather and decorated with a tiny white bow in the middle, below which is a durasteel ring with a little tag dangling from it that says, “Angel.” Because he is Daddy’s angel, even when he’s being a brat. His collar always makes him blush when he sees it, but he loves it, loves how it makes him feel all soft and sweet every time he puts it on.
Just picking up the collar makes a rush of sensation wash over him, and he has to grip onto the leather tight with his hands to help ground himself. Then he kneels before the bed, facing the bedroom door, and begins to wait for Obi-Wan. He almost considers touching himself, his cock already hard and aching and leaking a bit, but something in him stops himself. He still wants to be good enough that he gets something from this, after all. And he can feel Obi-Wan paying close attention to him through their bond, which is now freely open.
He feels Obi-Wan reach out to him through their bond like a physical caress, assessing Anakin and asking wordlessly if he is alright. Anakin sends their word for “good” right back at him, unsure if he actually said green or if he sent visuals of the color green instead, but he gets approval from Obi-Wan’s end nonetheless. It makes him preen, even as he kneels alone in the bedroom, eager for any bit of praise that Obi-Wan bestows on him.
There isn’t much longer to wait until he hears Obi-Wan quietly open and close the front door, and Anakin perks up in anticipation. But Obi-Wan doesn’t immediately enter the bedroom; instead Anakin hears him slowly take off his boots and then walk into the kitchen, where Anakin hears what he usually wakes up to, which is Obi-Wan making tea. Obi-Wan is making tea right now.
The notion both frustrates and excites him, loving yet hating being ignored by who he needs most in this moment. He listens to the familiar sounds of Obi-Wan making tea and tries to let it calm him: the whistling of the kettle, the pouring of water, the tinkling of durasteel against ceramic. Soon Obi-Wan finally enters the bedroom and grants Anakin a quick smile, eyes sweeping down his kneeling, naked figure with approval. Anakin feels himself flush.
Obi-Wan is carrying his usual mug in one hand while he has a glass of water in the other, and he raises it towards Anakin as he sets it on the nightstand as indication that it’s for Anakin whenever he needs it. Which . . . is very thoughtful, but Anakin wouldn’t have expected anything less. Then Obi-Wan walks back over to Anakin and stands in front of him while drinking his tea, just observing him as if he’s simply there for Obi-Wan’s viewing pleasure. Anakin tries desperately not to tremble or squirm too much, unable to meet Obi-Wan’s heavy gaze.
After a moment of this, Obi-Wan finally sets his own mug on the nightstand as well and starts taking off his outer robe. Anakin has drifted off into his own head in the interim, and a steady, comforting hand running through his hair startles him, making him finally look up at Obi-Wan who stands in front of him again.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs with his hand tightening in Anakin’s hair slightly to make sure he listens, which causes Anakin’s eyelashes to flutter at the feeling. “You’ve been a very good boy for being so patient. Can you give me a color?”
“Green,” Anakin replies softly, and Obi-Wan hums.
“Good. Let me see your collar, dear one.” Anakin gives over his collar that had still been clutched tightly in his hands, and then he’s shivering as Obi-Wan wraps the length of leather gently around his neck. He bows his head so that Obi-Wan can clasp it in the back and carefully make sure none of Anakin’s hair gets caught in it. Anakin raises his head again, swallowing at the feeling of something against his throat, just tight enough to feel claimed.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Obi-Wan says reverently as he tilts Anakin’s chin up with a single finger, as if inspecting him, scrutinizing him like he’s a plaything on display. It makes Anakin shudder all over and he almost wants to give in to submission already, and the feeling of pushing it off is like trying not to succumb to sleep that pulls at him so desperately.
“But let me not forget that you were still naughty today,” Obi-Wan continues.
“No, I want to be good!” Anakin pouts, very clearly bluffing, or at least trying to, and Obi-Wan knows that because of the eyebrow he raises.
“It’s too late for that, Ani. But if you obey me now and try your very best to do what I say, then we’ll see about you being good.” The part inside him that craves Obi-Wan’s praise immediately lights up, but on the outside he just continues looking up at Obi-Wan with pleading eyes. Obi-Wan just shakes his head fondly. Two of Obi-Wan’s fingers prod at his lips and Anakin takes them into his mouth easily, immediately sucking on them and moaning softly around the digits, feeling the weight of them on his tongue and tasting Obi-Wan’s clean, slightly salty skin.
“I was going to fuck your face, but,” Obi-Wan says casually, pressing his fingers deeper into Anakin’s mouth until he’s drooling around them, “you’ve been a bad boy, so I’m not sure you deserve Daddy’s cock in your mouth yet.” Anakin makes a frustrated sound around Obi-Wan’s fingers and lets them slip out of his lips.
“But I want you to use me however you want, Daddy. Don’t you want to shut me up?” Anakin says, sweet and teasing, as Obi-Wan wipes his wet fingers off on Anakin’s cheek. Obi-Wan makes a considering sound.
“Maybe I should slap you some first, what color is that?” Anakin almost moans aloud again, just at Obi-Wan’s suggestion. Face slapping is something he’s told Obi-Wan he likes, but they haven’t done it nearly enough yet in Anakin’s opinion.
“Yes, green, please,” he begs shamelessly, and thankfully Obi-Wan doesn’t mention his enthusiasm, doesn’t say that it shouldn’t be a punishment if he likes it so much. Obi-Wan just grips his hair tight with his left hand and tugs Anakin’s head to the side, before he caresses Anakin’s cheek with his right hand. Then he draws his hand back and slaps Anakin across the cheek just enough to feel a twinge of pain, more a hard tap than anything. Anakin still gasps though, melts into Obi-Wan’s grip even as he wants more.
“You’re holding back so hard, Daddy, you know I can take it,” Anakin goads, looking up at Obi-Wan with a challenge in his eyes.
“Don’t make me have you eat your words, darling,” Obi-Wan says, but his gaze grows darker, his grip tightening in Anakin’s hair. Obi-Wan suddenly slaps the same cheek but harder this time, making Anakin go Ah! and grin at getting what he wants. Obi-Wan switches his hands and slaps him across the other cheek, even harder, and pain blooms like a rose across his skin before it fades, the remnants of the shivery pleasure sinking into his bones. Obi-Wan caresses his cheek again.
“Good boy for taking it so well,” Obi-Wan says. “Is that how hard you wanted it?”
“Yes,” Anakin moans out, face still tingling slightly. Obi-Wan suddenly tugs his head back and uses his other hand to grip Anakin’s chin, shaking Anakin’s head a bit in reprimand.
“And what do we say when we get what we want?” He asks expectantly, and Anakin looks up at him innocently.
“Mm, I don’t kn—”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan interrupts, his tone hard. Anakin is weak for Obi-Wan’s disappointed voice.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Anakin says almost automatically, unable to resist.
“I don’t even know if I should let you come today, if you continue to be so insolent,” Obi-Wan muses, though Anakin isn’t too worried.
“No, Daddy, you always give in and let me come anyway,” Anakin says with a smirk, knowing it’s the truth. Obi-Wan is just as weak for him as he is for Obi-Wan, especially when Anakin is begging and desperate for it. Obi-Wan sighs and gives a rueful smile, before Anakin gets a final hard slap across the face for his trouble. Which is exactly what he wanted.
Obi-Wan takes his hands away and starts undoing his trousers, making Anakin lick his lips quickly in anticipation. “I suppose I’ll let you have my cock now,” Obi-Wan says, as if he isn’t as desperate for Anakin’s mouth on him as Anakin is for Obi-Wan’s cock in his mouth. Obi-Wan holds his tabards out of the way and then undoes his pants and takes out his dick enough so that the waistband is tucked under his balls.
His cock is thick and flushed and so very hard, the fat cockhead gleaming with precome. Before being with Obi-Wan, Anakin would be mortified at the fact that his mouth could literally water at the sight of a cock, but this is Obi-Wan, and he’s a known slut for Obi-Wan’s cock. Anakin sits up on his knees and wraps his left hand around Obi-Wan’s cock and strokes it gently a few times to watch Obi-Wan’s thighs flex and to feel his cock throb in his grip. Then he leans in and suckles softly at the leaking head of the cock, teasing him with gentle licks until Obi-Wan’s hands find their way into his hair and pull a bit in warning.
Anakin moves on but doesn’t stop teasing, opting instead to trail wet kisses down the length of his cock, dragging his lips down it and making a little sound in the back of his throat at the feeling of Obi-Wan’s hot flesh under his lips. Then he ducks his head and Obi-Wan’s hands don’t hold him back, and he lets his eyes fall shut as he mouths and sucks at Obi-Wan’s balls that are heavy and full. It makes Anakin achy with the need to taste Obi-Wan’s come, to have him fill him up in any way possible, even though he knows Obi-Wan has other plans first.
“Anakin . . .” Obi-Wan breathes out, voice strained and wanting. “Sweetheart, take me into your mouth.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Anakin says easily with a final kiss to the underside of Obi-Wan’s cock, looking up at him through his lashes and feeling Obi-Wan tug on his curls harder. He moves back up to the tip of the cock and finally takes it properly into his mouth, sinking down on it with ease until he gets to where he can’t quite reach so well. His tongue writhes against the underside and he swallows around Obi-Wan, making him groan roughly.
Anakin pushes further, trying to take more of Obi-Wan into his mouth. His gag reflex suddenly jumps at the urge to choke, but he breathes through it and lets Obi-Wan’s cock slip into his throat, relishing in Obi-Wan’s shaky exhales. “That’s it, let me in, Ani,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “I’m going to fuck your face now, alright?” Anakin sends him the color green through the bond in vivid brightness, showing how much he likes that idea. He brings his arms up and places his hands on Obi-Wan’s thighs like he’s supposed to, ready to signal if it ever is too much.
“Good boy,” Obi-Wan says warmly, and Anakin squirms on his knees again at the praise, at feeling Obi-Wan so hard in his mouth. Obi-Wan pulls his cock out to which Anakin whines, but then he’s pressing back inside after Anakin takes a quick, proper breath. Obi-Wan rolls his hips slow and steady, fucking his cock easily into Anakin’s throat which tightens as he fights off the urge to choke, drool pooling in his mouth and slipping out and running down his chin.
Anakin’s eyes tear up, both at Obi-Wan’s actions and at how his hands itch desperately to touch his own aching cock, and his fingers dig into Obi-Wan’s skin to try and stop himself from taking them away. Obi-Wan starts thrusting a little bit harder, making Anakin’s sucking get weak as he tries to just hold on against all the sensation, of Obi-Wan pressing deep into his mouth and filling up the back of his throat, of the overwhelming sound and taste of it. Everything gets wet and slick and so hot, Anakin letting it be sloppy and messy just how he knows Obi-Wan likes it.
Obi-Wan finally pulls out with a groan, immediately replacing Anakin’s mouth with his hand and staring heatedly down at Anakin, who’s panting and flushed and has got drool and tears streaked across his face. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, dear one,” Obi-Wan says, in at awed sort of voice as if he’s still not over getting to see Anakin like this, and it makes Anakin blush. “You always take it so well and you’re so good, darling.” Then Obi-Wan leans down and grabs Anakin’s chin to pull his head up and meet him as he kisses him fiercely, Anakin’s lips sore and swollen and barely able to respond to the kiss because of how weak Obi-Wan makes him as he practically growls into the kiss, tasting himself in Anakin’s mouth.
Once they pull away they’re both breathing heavily. “I’m going to take care of you now, Anakin, but you better not come until I say you can, which won’t be until I fuck you. And you have to tell me if you’re going to come so that I can stop,” Obi-Wan says seriously, and Anakin swallows. Obi-Wan may usually give him what he wants, but he will still take his time in giving it to him if Obi-Wan so desires. And apparently he desires it today.
“Yes, Daddy,” Anakin says in response to Obi-Wan’s expectant look.
“Then get on the bed,” Obi-Wan says, nodding his head over to the bed next to them. Anakin immediately gets up, standing on trembling legs and feeling a head rush from all the blood that’s gone to his cock. “Okay?” Obi-Wan asks softly, noticing how he wavers, and Anakin has to smile at how caring Obi-Wan always is, even when—especially when—they’re together in this way.
“Yes, m’fine,” Anakin says, voice a little rough and drowsy sounding. Obi-Wan smiles at him and gives him a gentle kiss. “Just really hard,” he says with a huff, and Obi-Wan laughs.
“Good.” Then he’s nodding at the bed again and Anakin gets up on it, immediately lying back and watching as Obi-Wan gets undressed. Obi-Wan is always so methodical as he takes off each item of clothing, and Anakin can’t help but squirm a bit as more of Obi-Wan’s body is revealed. His Daddy is so gorgeous. He almost doesn’t realize his hand has drifted to his cock until he makes a loud moan at the feeling, suddenly jerking his hand away as if burned as he looks to see Obi-Wan’s reaction. But Obi-Wan doesn’t look disappointed.
“You can touch yourself all you want, Ani, but you still won’t be coming until I say, so keep that in mind.” Anakin whines again and keeps his hand off, not trusting himself to immediately come if he gives himself too many touches. Obi-Wan is naked now and his gaze sweeps admiringly down Anakin’s body where he lounges on the bed. Anakin admires Obi-Wan in turn as he stalks towards the bed, getting up on it and propping himself over top of him.
Then Anakin is moaning softly as Obi-Wan leans in and drops kisses down his neck, before sucking a claiming bruise beneath his collar. Anakin tilts his head back and sighs, Obi-Wan’s beard tickling his skin slightly and yet feeling softer than it was when it was shorter. Obi-Wan gets to his nipples and takes one into his mouth, laving his warm, wet tongue over the peaked flesh, before he moves on to the other one, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
He trails kisses down his sternum, his belly, his hips, and one at the head of Anakin’s leaking cock, which makes Anakin nearly sob. But Obi-Wan quickly moves on, until he’s pulling Anakin’s thighs apart and pushing Anakin’s legs back to his chest. Obi-Wan settles between his legs and purposefully rubs the bristles of his beard against the sensitive skin of Anakin’s inner thighs, and Anakin can barely take the sight of Obi-Wan between his legs like this, and probably never will be over it.
“Daddy . . .” He says, for no other reason than to say it, and Obi-Wan’s eyes instantly flick upwards to meet his gaze. Anakin tilts his head back with a whimper, breaking eye contact because he can’t bear the intensity right now.
“Anakin, watch me,” Obi-Wan says, with no room for arguing. Anakin obeys with another small sound, and bites his lip as he watches Obi-Wan give him little nips and tender kisses to his thighs, getting closer and closer to where he really wants Obi-Wan to pay attention to. His hole clenches without thinking, wanting something inside him so badly, filling him up.
“Daddy, m-more,” he can’t help but beg, and Obi-Wan makes a disapproving sound against his skin.
“You’ll take what I give you, Ani,” Obi-Wan murmurs, his hot breath ghosting across Anakin’s rim and making him shudder. Obi-Wan’s fingers dig into the flesh of his ass, and he leans back to pull apart Anakin’s cheeks, giving a rumbly groan at the sight which makes Anakin blush. “Let me see that needy little hole,” Obi-Wan says, and Anakin can’t help but clench again. Obi-Wan holds him open and leans again to lick slowly over his hole, retaining eye contact with Anakin all the while. Anakin whines, mismatched hands coming down to grip at the long, silky strands of Obi-Wan’s hair.
Obi-Wan eats him out nice and sensual, taking his time like he’s feasting on Anakin, and the way he has Anakin watch him while he does it makes it all the more intimate, makes it seem more obscene and makes Anakin’s belly grow warm with want. Obi-Wan’s tongue fucks into him with ease, body opening up for Obi-Wan because of how well he always breaks him down. That teasing tongue and confident mouth sends endless sparks skittering down his spine, and Obi-Wan’s beard rubbing up against him gives him even more shivery pleasure.
“’S this what you needed, some loving from Daddy?” Obi-Wan asks, lifting his head up just enough to speak and looking at Anakin through his golden lashes. Anakin can only shudder and keen, his fingers twisting in Obi-Wan’s hair. “But you want more, don’t you? Is my sweet boy greedy for anything I’ll give him?” Anakin thinks he moans out in acquiescence but he doesn’t even know what he’s doing or saying anymore, too far gone to concentrate on all the sounds that are coming out of his mouth. “Mm, turn over for me, darling,” Obi-Wan says, his smirk dark and promising.
Anakin shudders weakly again and Obi-Wan pulls back properly so that Anakin can turn over onto his stomach, his limbs already trembling. He moans as his cock rubs against the soft sheets beneath him, but then Obi-Wan is pulling his hips up off the bed until he’s on his knees and forearms. This is one of Anakin’s favorite positions because it feels so naughty, exposing himself fully to Obi-Wan like this, and Obi-Wan’s reaction to him in this position always makes him preen and blush.
Obi-Wan hums his approval, hands squeezing at Anakin’s waist and down to his ass, Anakin tilting his hips up right into Obi-Wan’s grasp. Then he’s holding Anakin open again, and he thinks Obi-Wan is going to put his mouth on him once more, when suddenly Obi-Wan instead spits right on his hole. Anakin feels syrupy hot saliva trickle down his taint and balls, and he presses his face into the pillows to try and muffle the wail that threatens to burst from his throat, feeling so filthy and wanted and thoroughly debauched.
“Oh fuck,” Anakin manages to gasps out, and Obi-Wan chuckles knowingly.
“So wet,” Obi-Wan says, a teasing smirk evident in his voice, as his thumb rubs at his slick rim. “Does this tight little cunt need something filling it up, hm?”
Oh.
OH.
Anakin’s whole body suddenly jerks with surprised arousal. That’s a word Obi-Wan has only used to refer to his hole a handful of times, but every time drives a strong punch that never fails to make Anakin breathless.
“Daddy,” he practically sobs now, body squirming, “Daddy, please.”
“Shh, you’re okay, I’ve got you, dear one,” Obi-Wan coos, one hand running soothingly up his back. “Let me open you up for me so you can take my cock. You’re being so good for me, sweetheart.” Obi-Wan reaches over for the half-empty bottle of lube from the nightstand and then asks, “What’s your color, Anakin?” Anakin doesn’t even hesitate to respond.
“Green, green, I want—” he pleads breathlessly, feeling Obi-Wan’s free hand caress down his spine as Obi-Wan hums in satisfaction.
“Such a needy little thing,” Obi-Wan says offhandedly, stating a simple fact. Anakin really does sob now, burying his face in the pillows and clutching tightly onto the bed sheets beneath him. Then he hears Obi-Wan pop open the cap on the lube, and the sound instantly makes his back arch more, pressing his ass up towards Obi-Wan, completely on display for him.
Anakin can’t even find it within himself to feel embarrassed because then two of Obi-Wan’s fingers, slick and chilled with lube, pet at his hole. “Ohhh,” he moans out, and his hips push back to try and get more already without even thinking. But Obi-Wan’s other hand grips tightly onto his waist, firmly stopping his movements. Obi-Wan leans over him to murmur in his ear.
“I don’t want you hurting yourself, Ani,” Obi-Wan says in a low voice, as if they don’t both know that Anakin can easily take it. Obi-Wan continues his slow, teasing caresses around his rim with his fingers. “That’s Daddy’s job, and only when you deserve it.” Anakin gives a full-body shudder at Obi-Wan’s words and whimpers, and he knows Obi-Wan is smirking in that self-satisfied way without even looking at him.
Then Obi-Wan is pulling back, before one slick finger pushes slow and steady inside of him, sinking easily past his spit-loosened rim and giving that burning ache and that need to be filled, a taste of relief. A moan comes out from deep within him, his body wiggling slightly as he leans into the feeling of being stretched open. It’s still not enough, but then Obi-Wan is pressing a second finger in alongside the first, twisting and dragging all slickly inside of him.
“You always open up so sweetly for me, don’t you?” Obi-Wan murmurs, thrusting his fingers in all the way.
“Just for you, Daddy,” Anakin groans out, panting wetly against the pillows.
“Mm, my good boy,” Obi-Wan says warmly, leaning down to drop a kiss to the small of Anakin’s back. Then his fingers curl intently against Anakin’s prostate, and Anakin cries out loudly, sparks cascading behind his eyes. Obi-Wan’s fingers are precise and deadly, massaging and rubbing intently against that sweet spot until Anakin’s pleasure turns sharp and blinding, utterly intoxicating. It’s so much and not enough all at once, and he can’t stop the wrecked, needy noises that continuously fall out of him at Obi-Wan’s touch.
“Pl-please—!” He begs, tears blurring his vision. “Daddy, want you to f-fuck me. Want it bad.”
“I know you do, sweet boy. Just be patient a little longer and let me make sure you’re nice and ready for me,” Obi-Wan says. “I need to take care of what’s mine, and this hole is just so little.” Obi-Wan punctuates his words by spreading his fingers apart inside of Anakin, stretching him even more. Anakin whimpers, a bolt of pleasure hitting him right where it aches most. Two fingers finally turn into three, stretching him out even further, the ache delicious and sugary sweet. Obi-Wan’s fingers are so thick, already have him panting and shaking with how much they fill him up. It’s so good.
As Obi-Wan’s fingers continue to scissor and curl within him, Anakin arches even more, settling into his hips. The hazy sweetness of the fingering is suddenly disrupted by the tip of his hard cock dragging along the mattress, sending a sharp spark of pleasure shooting through his body. It’s addicting, and now that he’s felt that again, he wants more. He can’t help but rock his hips down, grinding his cock more against the soft sheets to try and get more friction, though even just the gentle touch has him primed to come already. His movements get more frantic when he realizes Obi-Wan isn’t stopping him yet, as he ruts his wet cock against the mattress and lets out strangled, desperate little sounds.
Molten heat builds and builds within him, has him drooling into the pillows as his body trembles and continues to move, needing to come. He’s so close, almost there, yes, and, and—then nothing. Obi-Wan’s free hand clamps firmly around the base of Anakin’s cock, stilling his hips and preventing his orgasm from arriving. Anakin immediately lets out a sob, a sad, plaintive little sound that doesn’t make Obi-Wan’s grip any less cruel.
“Anakin, what did I say about coming?” Obi-Wan commands him, voice now strict and unfeeling. Anakin’s mind is fuzzy and he struggles to recall Obi-Wan’s earlier orders, but he manages to remember.
“Y-you told me not to c-come and to tell you if I was about to,” Anakin stutters through it, his own voice slow and soft.
“Mmh, I did. Good boy for remembering.” Obi-Wan’s hand finally releases from his throbbing cock and caresses over his backside. “But you still didn’t tell me you were going to come just now. Do you need to be spanked?” Obi-Wan asks, and Anakin knows he can say no if he truly doesn’t want it or feel up for it today, that they can just continue with what they’ve been doing. But Anakin does want it, he needs it.
“Yes, Daddy, please, I do need it,” Anakin responds, and Obi-Wan hums. Then he carefully pulls his fingers out which makes Anakin whimper, and moves to the side to wipe them off on a cloth on the nightstand. He comes back with one of Anakin’s butt plugs, one with a pearly white gemstone on the base to match his collar.
“And to keep you full until I’m ready to fuck you, I’m going to put this in your cunt since I know you don’t like being empty when you’re all open for me,” Obi-Wan says, dragging the chill of the durasteel plug along his shivery skin. “What color is that?”
“G-green,” Anakin gasps out, moaning when Obi-Wan presses the plug slowly inside.
“What do you tell me for giving you something so nice?” Obi-Wan asks, tapping the base of the plug to make Anakin jolt.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Anakin says, finally raising his head off of the bed.
“Come here, Ani,” Obi-Wan instructs, guiding his shaky body around so he can lie across Obi-Wan’s lap. Anakin feels the weight of Obi-Wan’s strong thighs beneath his body, the prickle of his leg hair against his fiery skin and one hand roaming over his back, like he’s trying to calm a wild fathier. “Beautiful,” Obi-Wan murmurs, and Anakin keens, head dropping down as his hands grip at the sheets, getting ready for the inevitable spanking.
“I’m only going to give you ten because I don’t want you too ruined before I’m finished with you,” Obi-Wan says, almost teasing, and it makes Anakin flush. “And I want you to count them for me. Is that alright with you?”
“Y-yeah. Yes, Daddy,” Anakin responds, arching his back into Obi-Wan’s so-far gentle touch.
“Good.” A quick squeeze to the flesh of his ass, and that’s all the warning he gets. Obi-Wan brings his hand down on one side, definitely not as hard as Anakin knows he can get, but still enough to make him gasp aloud.
“One,” he says immediately, the pleasure-pain spreading and seeping deep into him. Another slap, this time on the opposite side of his ass. “Two,” he says, biting his lip to stop himself from saying anything else, like goading Obi-Wan into him harder like earlier. This time Obi-Wan hits him harder, enough to make him shudder slightly, the contact stinging and the sound of the smack loud in his ears. “Three,” he gets out, trying to hold himself steady so that he doesn’t let himself grind his cock into Obi-Wan’s lap. He doesn’t think he could stop himself from coming if he did that, and who knows how Obi-Wan will punish him if that happened.
“You’re so very sweet like this, over my lap,” Obi-Wan remarks, just before he lands a harder smack to his ass, his hand lingering, fingers digging into his flesh that’s already reddening.
“F-four,” Anakin groans, his skin feeling hot and burning up in the best way. Another smack, closer to his thigh, making Anakin muffle a cry into the sheets. Obi-Wan’s touch is harsh, and yet filled with affection and adoration. “Five,” he pants out, and Obi-Wan rubs his hand soothingly over his backside.
“Good boy, you’re taking it so well,” Obi-Wan coos, making Anakin whimper. “You’re halfway through now.” The sixth spank lands hard, and the feeling is sharper now, but the pain still melts into pleasure. His entire body feels electrified, but his mind is sunk so deep in that fuzzy space, craving whatever touch Obi-Wan will give him.
“Six,” Anakin remembers just in time, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. Anakin knows Obi-Wan can tell he’s getting a bit hazy, so he gives him three smacks in quick succession, which suddenly makes him more aware again. “Seven, eight, nine, thank you, Daddy,” Anakin gasps out.
“You’re welcome, darling. Just one more.” Obi-Wan’s hand dips between Anakin’s cheeks, rubbing blatantly around the plug in his hole, pushing and playing with the plug for a moment in a possessive way that has Anakin panting, like Obi-Wan owns him. And then Obi-Wan draws his hand back up and smacks him one last time, right over the plug.
“Ten—!” Anakin cries out, and Obi-Wan immediately runs soothing hands all over his sweaty, trembling skin. Obi-Wan helps him up and cradles him against him, Anakin breathing harshly and realizing his face is wet with tears that he didn’t know were falling.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart, you did so well, such a good boy for me,” Obi-Wan murmurs, giving him gentle touches and kisses. “I want you to drink some water before we continue, okay?” Anakin nods, so Obi-Wan helps him lie back down and reaches over to get Anakin’s glass of water from the nightstand. Obi-Wan holds it up to his lips and Anakin drinks for a long moment, soothing his throat that’s getting sore from use. “Good boy,” Obi-Wan praises as he sets the glass back, and he pushes damp curls out of Anakin’s face. “Still doing alright?” He asks softly, eyes gazing at him with such fondness that makes Anakin warm all over despite the stinging of his skin and the aching of his cock.
“Yeah, ’m still all green, Daddy,” Anakin responds, and Obi-Wan gives him a quick kiss in gratitude.
“I suppose you want me to fuck you now, hm?” Obi-Wan asks once he parts, as if he doesn’t know what Anakin has wanted so terribly this whole time.
“Yes, finally,” Anakin groans out, and Obi-Wan rolls his eyes fondly, tugging on a strand of Anakin’s hair in reprimand.
“Get yourself situated how you want,” Obi-Wan tells him as he picks up the bottle of lube. Anakin thinks for a moment on how he wants Obi-Wan to take him, and decides to pile up the pillows and lie on his belly with the pillows under his hips, helping prop him up because his body is getting a bit more worn-out and shaky now to hold himself up for much longer. Obi-Wan makes a noise of satisfaction when he sees Anakin’s position, and Anakin instinctually widens his legs further apart as he hears Obi-Wan slicking up his cock. He knows he looks good like this, knows Obi-Wan has a good view of his reddened ass propped up in the air with his plug still inside his hole, thighs spread and his cock hanging between them, hard and leaking.
Obi-Wan’s hands are suddenly on him without warning, making him gasp softly. Obi-Wan touches him with such reverence, fingers dancing worshipfully over his body, poised and ready for Obi-Wan to take. “My pretty boy, all on display for me,” Obi-Wan says, voice low and heated, and Anakin whines. Obi-Wan’s fingers finally make their way to his plug, and he carefully takes it out, making Anakin tilt his hips back further and mewl at the pressure against his rim and then the sudden emptiness he feels.
But then he feels the head of Obi-Wan’s cock at his clenching hole, burning hot and thick and so tantalizing already. Obi-Wan pushes in just slightly, stretching him open with just the head of his cock nice and easy, and Anakin moans at the feeling. But Obi-Wan doesn’t press in any further yet, just pulls back out and then sinks the tip in once more, teasing him, just giving him a taste of the pressure and fullness he craves. Anakin’s ears burn because he feels Obi-Wan staring at the place where they’re connected, at Anakin’s rim beginning to swallow his cock up.
“Get on with it, old man,” Anakin finally complains, though his voice is a bit shaky. He yelps at a sudden sharp pinch to his thigh from Obi-Wan, clenching around the part of the cock that is inside him, and relishing Obi-Wan’s immediate inhale in reaction.
“Are you going to continue to be a little brat, or are you going to be my sweet boy for me?” Obi-Wan asks, fingers digging into Anakin’s hips as he tries to hold himself still.
“Dunno, are you gonna fuck me or not?” Anakin retorts, and he feels a thrill rush through him as Obi-Wan leans down and nips at his shoulder lightly, feeling like he’s dancing on the edge of danger in the best of ways, but then he cries out as Obi-Wan’s cock suddenly presses all the way into him, deep and slow. It’s finally that achy stretch he’s been craving, the throb of Obi-Wan’s hard, slick cock inside of him. But Obi-Wan still won’t move even after Anakin has adjusted to him, and Anakin wiggles back, trying to thrust onto Obi-Wan’s cock himself.
Obi-Wan immediately holds him still, hands like a vise around him, making Anakin gasp. “Just let me take you, dear one,” Obi-Wan murmurs, voice rough with pleasure, “let me give you what you need.” Obi-Wan gives him a few hard, jolting thrusts, before slowing to a nice and steady pace that leaves Anakin feeling like he’s hanging on for dear life, gasping wetly with tears in his eyes. Obi-Wan’s cock drags along inside him deliciously good, sending sparks shooting through him whenever he brushes against his prostate, and he feels so, so much.
He’s aware of Obi-Wan’s panting breath and low groans, the way his hands pull at Anakin’s hips, his ass, how flesh hits flesh and how the sound of Obi-Wan’s cock wetly thrusting into him is filthy in his ears. It’s exactly what he wanted, what he needed. One part of him, the bratty part, wants to continue to goad Obi-Wan, wants to push back into him again and demand that he go harder, but he finds himself sinking fast, into a space where he just wants to be good, wants to let Obi-Wan truly take full care of him and control his pleasure.
And . . . Anakin finally accepts it. The feeling washes over him, making him relax against the sheets and just let Obi-Wan take, going pliant and soft in his hands. Of course Obi-Wan notices when it happens, and can feel how Anakin’s side of their bond gets all sparkly and sugary-sweet with everything he feels. Obi-Wan hums happily and leans down again to kiss his shoulder this time, grinding his cock in deep against his prostate and making Anakin whimper.
“There you go, sweet boy,” Obi-Wan coos, “I’m so proud of you, letting yourself truly submit like this. You just needed Daddy to put you in your place, didn’t you?” Anakin feels himself nodding at Obi-Wan’s words, whining softly as Obi-Wan rocks into him so perfectly. “It’s been so long that you needed a reminder. But I’ve got you now, Ani, just let Daddy take care of you.” Obi-Wan’s words blanket Anakin, making him feel all warm and soft and allowing the tears to finally start falling properly. He hiccups and sniffles, feeling Obi-Wan’s hands run over him soothingly, his cock a comforting weight inside him despite the gnawing need to come on it.
But Anakin is also feeling more vulnerable and clingy, needing to see Obi-Wan and be utterly surrounded by his presence even more than he is now. “Yellow, yellow,” he says before he realizes their word for pausing is out of his mouth. Obi-Wan stops his movements immediately, stilling inside of him. “Want—wanna see you, Daddy,” Anakin mumbles, and Obi-Wan makes a rumbly, pleased sound.
“I want to see you, too, my precious darling.” Obi-Wan keeps his hands on him as he carefully pulls out, Anakin whimpering mournfully at the loss, even though he knows he’ll get it back soon. His body feels so heavy and weak that Obi-Wan has to help him roll over onto his back and set the pillows aside, Anakin sighing and stretching out his shaky limbs as he does so. “There’s my sweetheart,” Obi-Wan murmurs, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. Anakin smiles dreamily, head fuzzy and full of cotton in the best way, only knowing Daddy Daddy Daddy.
“Daddy,” he breathes out, tugging weakly at Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “I wan’—”
“I know,” Obi-Wan interrupts gently, and then he’s guiding his cock back inside of him. Anakin chokes on a moan at the feeling, his rim sore and well-used, but Obi-Wan must have put more lube on his cock without his knowing because the slide is even slicker than before. Pleasure drapes over him as Obi-Wan fucks into him nice and slow, his body aching with it and his mind so drowsy with sensation. He tries to focus his hazy gaze on Obi-Wan above him, taking in the way Obi-Wan stares at him with so much reverence and love, his face flushed and twisted with exertion, hair falling in his face and starting to curl up at the ends with the heat of sex.
Anakin tries to continue to clutch onto Obi-Wan as best he can lest he slip away with everything he feels, every devastating thrust of Obi-Wan’s sending him further and further into that sweet place beyond his body. Obi-Wan seems to notice it, with the faraway look in his eyes, his mouth going slack and body even more pliant in Obi-Wan’s arms. “You getting sweet on me, baby boy?” Obi-Wan asks softly, and Anakin smiles dazedly, because he loves that term of endearment and Obi-Wan only seems to say it at times like these.
“Mmmh, ’s good,” Anakin says, words slurring together and feeling blissful.
“I’m glad, Ani,” Obi-Wan says, and then his hand is suddenly on Anakin’s neglected cock, ripping a surprised moan out of him. “Want to come now, sweetheart?” Anakin just whimpers and gasps, entire body trembling as Obi-Wan strokes him with a steady hand and continues to grind his cock deep inside of him. With the added stimulation, Anakin really feels himself slipping into that sweet space, and for a moment it makes him a bit frantic, not wanting to leave Obi-Wan.
“I’m—Daddy—” he pants out, and of course Obi-Wan knows exactly what he means.
“It’s alright, dear one, I’ve got you,” Obi-Wan soothes, “I’m right here, Ani. You can let go.” Then his hand is rubbing over the sensitive head of his cock, and it tumbles Anakin over into a sudden orgasm, blindingly strong. That, in turn, finally sends him floating.
It is pure euphoria, where everything falls away and he just exists, feeling closer in this moment to the Living Force than he ever does anytime else. He is weightless and yet present and centered in himself, connected to everything in the galaxy, except for once everything can just be, without thought and without meaning. He just is.
For a moment he becomes vaguely aware enough to realize Obi-Wan is moaning low and leaning over him as he comes inside him, murmuring soft praises and endearments to Anakin that he clings to, even if he doesn’t quite know exactly what he says. He picks up, I love you, either whispered into his ear or shared through their bond, he can’t tell, before he’s gone again.
Everything is slightly fuzzy when he finally comes to, his mind feeling slow and languid and utterly at peace. He nuzzles into the warm presence at his side and mumbles, “I love you, too,” when he thinks of it. Then he hears Obi-Wan’s soft chuckle, an arm wrapping even tighter around him.
“Hello there,” Obi-Wan murmurs, his familiar, comforting voice enveloping him like a blanket. Anakin hums sleepily and blinks stardust from his eyes, taking in the sight of Obi-Wan lying next to him, feeling himself wrapped up safely in Obi-Wan’s arms.
“You’ve got me,” Anakin whispers a bit nonsensically, but in this vulnerable, raw state, he appreciates coming back to Obi-Wan being there for him.
“I’ve got you,” Obi-Wan repeats, his voice assuring and fond. “How are you?” He asks, running one hand through Anakin’s tangled curls. Anakin has to think of the words for a moment, his mind still feeling comfortably slow.
“’M good,” he says finally. “Y’good, Daddy?” He asks, words slurring a bit as he raises his heavy head to look at Obi-Wan. He smiles dopily when Obi-Wan laughs lightly.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m good,” Obi-Wan replies, leaning in to give him a kiss on his temple. As Anakin becomes more aware of his body, he realizes that the come on his belly has been wiped away at some point while he was drifting, but he can tell that he’s still got Obi-Wan’s come inside of him, dripping out of his hole a bit.
“Mm,” he sighs, stretching out like a tooka, pleased at the feeling and liking that it’s still there. Obi-Wan knows by now that he’d complain about not getting to have his come inside him if he didn’t leave it. After a long moment of cozy silence where they cuddle, Obi-Wan finally starts shifting around.
“You should drink some water,” he instructs gently, and he reaches for the glass on the nightstand and helps Anakin sit up enough to drink some. Anakin drinks greedily, unaware of how thirsty he had truly been until he’s drinking, quickly finishing the glass. “Good boy,” Obi-Wan says when he’s done, and Anakin feels warm and pleased at the praise.
“Now, do you want to take a shower or just get a quick wash?” Obi-Wan asks, setting the glass back on the stand.
“Mmmh,” Anakin thinks sleepily, leaning his head against Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “quick wash, please.”
“You’re so polite and sweet when you’re like this,” Obi-Wan remarks, and Anakin pretends to pout. Obi-Wan just chuckles and kisses his head again. “Here, let me take your collar off,” Obi-Wan says, and Anakin finally raises his head so that Obi-Wan can carefully unclasp it from around his neck and place it onto the nightstand, handling it so reverently in a way that means a lot to Anakin.
Then Obi-Wan reluctantly pulls away from Anakin’s embrace and gets out of bed, reaching out a hand to help Anakin up too. “Can you carry me?” Anakin asks with another pout, already knowing what the answer will be.
“I think you’re a bit too big for that now,” Obi-Wan says, and Anakin knows he’s remembering when Anakin was little and would fall asleep in their living room while writing an essay or fixing up a broken droid, and Obi-Wan would have to carry him to his bed. “I know you’re able to carry me, but you’re the strong one.” Anakin shakes his head with a grin and takes Obi-Wan’s offered hand, standing up on wobbly limbs.
“You’re just as strong where it counts, Obi-Wan,” Anakin assures, poking him in the chest right over his heart. Obi-Wan smiles rather bashfully.
“Thank you, dear one.” He leads Anakin over to the ’fresher and has Anakin get into the shower while he wets a washcloth with warm water and soap in the sink, before he gets into the shower too and gently washes Anakin down. He’s especially careful over Anakin’s sensitive cock and hole, but the sensation still makes him shiver. Obi-Wan quickly scrubs himself down too and then takes the detachable shower head off the wall and turns it on, rinsing them both clean.
Obi-Wan helps him back out of the shower and immediately wraps a soft towel around him, Anakin nestling into it and taking his time drying off. In comparison, Obi-Wan speedily dries himself and gives Anakin a quick kiss before exiting the ’fresher. He comes back a minute later dressed in comfy clothes and with some clean clothes for Anakin as well, and then he leaves once more. Anakin finishes drying off and uses the toilet before getting dressed, and by the time he wanders back into the bedroom, Obi-Wan has changed the bedding on their bed to fresh sheets and blankets.
It may still be not quite time for bed yet, but Anakin immediately falls back on top of the bed and snuggles into the blankets, hearing Obi-Wan laugh lightly at him. But Obi-Wan still gets in beside him and wraps his arm tightly around his waist. “We’ll cuddle for a bit and then we can order some food for dinner,” Obi-Wan says. “For now, I got you this,” he continues, reaching back to the nightstand for a small chocolate bar that he unwraps and hands to Anakin.
“M’kay,” Anakin says sleepily, instantly obeying and popping the chocolate in his mouth. He lets it melt on his tongue as he leans against Obi-Wan, one hand finding Obi-Wan’s jaw and petting over his soft beard in a soothing motion. Once he finishes the chocolate, he drifts in and out of consciousness for a bit, not sure how much time passes. But at one point he wakes up properly and feels so warm and cozy and loved that it suddenly makes him feel all emotional about it.
Before he even realizes it’s happening, tears are streaming down his face, big, hot rolling ones. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Obi-Wan asks urgently, wiping a teardrop away with his thumb.
“Nothing, just—these are good tears, don’t worry, just—I love you so much and I’m glad we’re here together, after everything,” Anakin sniffles. Obi-Wan smiles at him, gaze so soft and adoring, and Anakin can’t help but smile back through his tears.
“Oh, dear one, I’m glad, too. There were so many times throughout the war that I didn’t think we’d ever get to see peace like this or that it would even be possible, but we made it through and here we are together, able to spend our days loving and cherishing one another.”
“Yeah,” Anakin whispers, his heart aching in the best of ways and kissing Obi-Wan gently near the crinkles beside one of his eyes. “We made it.” And for that, he’s eternally grateful.