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Obi-Wan had tried everything. Anything.
He had tried post-battle sex, basically jumping on his commander the second they were alone, adrenaline and desire running through their veins, but Cody kept on treating him as if he was made of glass, kissing him passionate but gentle, always being careful with his movements, making sure to not hurt him in the slightest.
The Jedi then tried to awaken some sort of possessiveness in his lover by increasing his flirting with their enemies which at least proved to be a good strategy because it confused his opponents so much that they got distracted. But from Cody? Nothing. When they went to bed later he didn't use him as the Jedi hoped he would, claiming his body as his and punishing him for having dared to flirt with others, he treated his body as a temple, always gentle, worshipping him in any way he knew and overwhelming him with promises of love. It was always sweet, but not what he needed.
Then he had had an enlightenment. Maybe Cody had misunderstand his flirting with the Separatists for a strategy, as most did. So he decided to flirt with Cody's closest brothers, that way Cody couldn't not understand what he was trying to do. He was wrong again. Obi-Wan started to flirt with other commanders in front of his lover, coming up with cheeky lines, winking at them, using words with double meanings. Nothing. The only reaction he had happened after he said something quite flirty to Rex, whose face reddened completely and brightly in front of everyone and had to excuse himself from the room.
That night, in the privacy of Obi-Wan's quarters, Cody looked at him with the saddest expression the Jedi had ever seen on his commander and asked him if Obi-Wan wanted to leave him for another of his brothers. At those words regret had washed over him and he had reassured his commander that no, he did not want anyone else only him, he had just wanted to tease him by flirting with his brothers.
He had kissed him sweetly, as Cody usually did, and they had made love that night, their movements slow and gentle, taking their time and whispering sweet words and promises, claiming each other's heart all over again.
He had never flirted with anyone of his brothers again.
After some time a new idea had made its way in the Jedi's head and he had decided to put it into action. The perfect time came. A boring briefing he did not care about. Perfect.
Cody had been sitting opposite to Obi-Wan, the holo-table projecting some strategies in the air between them, and of course the commander had been paying attention to everything that they were saying. Great, that would have made things even funnier.
He had started slowly, at first, applying just a bit of pressure on the commander's groin with the Force, Cody's brow furrowing at the sudden sensation, but he kept listening to what the others were saying. The Jedi had then concentrated the Force on Cody's cock, so that the clone could feel phantom hands stroking his dick to full hardness and massaging his balls; needless to say Cody had immediately moved his gaze from the projections to Obi-Wan who just smirked at him and then moved his eyes towards the holo-table pretending to be interested in what the others were saying.
Obi-Wan could see out of the corner of his eye that Cody was desperately trying to keep his expression schooled into something blank and the Jedi decided to make it even harder for him, changing his ministration and engulfing the poor clone's manhood with the Force simulating the sucking sensation of a blowjob. At the sudden change the commander couldn't stop a groan from coming out of his mouth, attracting the attention of those present. He played it off with a series of coughs and apologizing for the interruption. The briefing had went on, but Obi-Wan noticed that Cody was no longer listening to them, too caught up in the strange tingling-sucking sensation the Force was causing him to feel.
He had looked over at Cody. He was breath-taking, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, his lower lip twitching as he tried to resist the need to bite it as he usually did when he was close to coming undone, his hands clenching and unclenching against his armor, his hips thrusting forward ever so slightly to seek more of that torturing sensation Obi-Wan was causing.
Then he saw Cody lift his hand in front of his mouth, covering it and muffling the sounds he was trying to not make as he came in his armor, his legs shivering. He stopped his ministrations wit the Force and looked back at the projections on the holo-table thinking instead about what Cody would have done to him that night, how he would have punished for his behavior; he could feel himself growing hard in anticipation.
But even then, nothing had happened. Cody had teased him about being impatient, but he didn't punish him, didn't show him how to behave, didn't even tie him up. His plan had failed again.
Then he had tried to act like a brat in bed, teasing him when he was in his mouth, stopping to touch him when he was almost there, shifting their position so that he was on top of Cody.
Nothing.
Zero.
The commander had let him do as he pleased, his touch always gentle and caring, his words sweet.
Obi-Wan really couldn't understand.
Don't get him wrong, he loved the fact that Cody was always gentle and caring, that he didn't want to hurt him and he loved the sweet and gentle sex they had; it was just that Obi-Wan sometimes needed to be treated roughly, to be used, to get out of his mind for a bit. Obi-Wan trusted Cody enough to be that vulnerable with him, trusted him enough to let him take total control.
Of course he would never force Cody to do something he didn't want, but that was exactly what was confusing him.
Cody wanted it. He wanted to be in control, to take Obi-Wan apart and then put him back together.
Obi-Wan knew that the commander wanted to be rougher, he had seen it in his eyes while they made love so many times, a flash of pure lust, of possessiveness. He had felt it in the Force, too: the need to possess the Jedi, to make him beg, to make him scream the Cody's name.
But no matter how much he wanted it, Cody had never done any of the things he sometimes projected in the Force during their intimate moments. And that confused Obi-Wan more than anything.
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Cody's hands felt so nice and warm working the knots in Obi-Wan's back after a long and tiring mission such the one they had just accomplished; the smell of the oil his lover was using filling their room.
“Hmm thank you, my dear; that's exactly what I needed after such a long and hard mission.” Cody snorted “Yes, well. I'm sure it would have been way easier for you if you had kept your lightsaber instead of dropping it every time.”
Obi-Wan wanted to laugh, but it came out as a groan as the commander massaged a particularly sensitive spot on his back. “Don't be so dramatic Cody, I must have lost it just a couple of times!”
“Make it five-- is it really that hard to not drop your lightsaber?”
Obi-Wan really didn't want to hear another lecture about not loosing his lightsaber in battle and besides-- his lower parts were beginning to be quite interested to Cody's massage on his lower back.
He quickly switched their positions so that the commander was lying on the bed and he stood between his legs slowly lowering Cody's underwear “Well-- I can't tell you if it's hard to not drop it, but I know a lightsaber that is very hard indeed ” he said trailing his hands up and down the commander's naked thighs “How about I thank you for that amazing massage, Cody?”
Ah there it was. That feral look in his eyes.
“Well if you want to, I won't complain.” he answered simply and as Obi-Wan begun to stroke him with his hands he added “How about this: if you can manage to not loose your lightsaber for an entire campaign I'll do anything you want for one entire night.”
This is my chance!!!
“Really?” he answered pretending to not be too interested in the deal. “Yes. How does that sound?”
Perfect! “Good. Alright, I accept! You better be ready for when I win, commander!” “We'll see about that, general.” That night they made love again, but Obi-Wan hoped that the next time they'll have the chance to be alone like this again, their love won't be that gentle at all.
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In the end he really managed to win the bet. Well truth to be told he had dropped his lightsaber once, but technically he had dropped it on the ground only a bit further from himself and he had picked it up pretty soon and Cody had said he had to not loose the lightsaber, he hadn't said anything about dropping it. He hadn't lost it, he knew where it had been, so he had won fair and square.
And now he just couldn't wait for his reward. He had just finished his debrief with the Order when Cody commed him saying that he was waiting for him in his quarters. He made it back to his room in record time, thinking about all the things that Cody would have done to him.
When he entered the room he was met with the beautiful sight of his lover lying half naked on the bed, his armor abandoned on a chair and his upper blacks nowhere to be seen.
“Hello, there--” He said getting closer to him and kissing him sweetly
“Ready to claim your prize, cyare?”
When he had whispered to Cody's ear during one of their post-mission debrief that he had never lost his lightsaber during the the whole campaign the commander had looked at him in disbelief, but then he had smirked and answered, his voice so low it sent shivers down the Jedi' spine, that if he had known before that to keep him safe on the battlefield all he had to do was promise something nice in the bed for later, he would have done it long ago.
“Most definitely yes, my dear.” He kissed Cody again, biting his lower lip briefly before pulling back again and seeing that feral light in his lover's eyes again and then the commander asked him “What do you want me to do?”
He moved so that he was sitting on Cody's lap, his legs on either side of his hips, and then he leaned closer, until his lips were just a breath away from his lover's ear--
“I want you to use me”
He moved his head back to look at Cody's face. He looked distraught.
“What?” he asked Obi-Wan.
Does he not want it? Did I misunderstand the glint in his eyes? The things he projected in the Force?
When Obi-Wan didn't answer immediately Cody's brow furrowed even more “A-are you doing this for me? D-did you feel that I wanted to-- to use you?” He said the word as if it physically hurt him to do so.
“No-- well I mean yes, but not only for you. I know you want it and I don't need the Force to know it. But it's not just that, I want it too. I've wanted it for so long, Cody.”
The Jedi was glad to notice that Cody visibly relaxed at his words. “So it is not wrong to want to do those things?”
“Of course not Cody! Is that why you held yourself back? You were afraid that it wasn't normal to want those things? To be rougher in bed?” The commander nodded, lowering his gaze “I-I thought that I wanted to do these things because of how I grew up, because of my training on Kamino.” He swallowed “I was so scared to act on what I was thinking to do because I thought I would have hurt you, and I did not ask your opinion because I was terrified by the idea that you would have left me after you knew what I wanted to do--”
Obi-Wan's lips silenced him. They kissed slowly, passionately, the Jedi's hand coming to rest on Cody's jaw. When they separated the hand on the commander's face moved to chase away a stray tears that had left Cody's eye.
“My love, everything in bed is permitted as long as both parties give their consent and a safe-word or something like that is arranged. I'm so sorry you had to pass through that by yourself. I wish I had asked you earlier! And to think I had tried anything to make you be rougher with me when all I had to do was talk about it with you!”
Cody's mood seemed to have improved because he smiled at him and said “So that's what you were trying to do when you were acting so strange.”
“Exactly. Now do you want to or--”
“Ohh I want to.” The commander smirked and passed a hand through Obi-Wan's hair “Apparently I have a lot of backlog to catch up. But before we do that, I think we should-- arrange a few things”
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After they agreed on the safe-word and some limits not to be exceeded and reassured the commander again about the fact that yes, Obi-Wan wanted it too because it helped him get out of his head for a bit and be more relaxed afterwards, Cody looked far more at ease and confident about the whole situation.
“Are you sure,my dear? We don't have to do it today if you don't feel like it.”
The clone looked at him, smiling as he answered “No, no I want to do it. I'm ready, just-- if I hurt you in any way that you don't enjoy--”
“I'll use the safe-word or tap three times on your leg or arm if I can't talk. Don't worry.”
“Ok, then.”
Cody moved first, immediately taking charge, and kissed him slow at first, one last soft touch, and then he begun to ravish his mouth, his tongue invading the other's mouth, claiming it as his. He pushed Obi-Wan on the bed and kissed him again, moving his hand from the Jedi's jaw to his hair tugging on them so that he could access his beautiful, pale neck. He licked a long stripe with his tongue, stopping on his pulse point and biting down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to live a nice purple mark and he felt a wave of pure satisfaction when he heard Obi-Wan gasp his name in response.
“That's right, pet. It is only my name you are going to scream tonight. I'll make sure to make you shout it so loud that everyone here will know who you belong to.” He tore the Jedi's tunics from his body and moved his lips down his chest.
“Not to Wolffe” a bite on his right pec.
“Not to Fox” another bite, this time on his left pec, the Jedi's moans filling the room.
“Not to Gree” he went lower, leaving a bite to the first line of Obi-Wan's abs.
“Not to Rex” he growled at last, biting hard right under his navel, pulling a gasp of pain-pleasure out of Obi-Wan. He licked his way back up to the Jedi's ear and whispered, voice dangerously low “Tell me, pet, who do you belong to?”
He felt Obi-Wan's cock twitch against him and he inwardly smiled, knowing that his lover was enjoying this as much as he was. “Y-yours. I'm yours Cody, only yours. Forever.”
“Good.” He moved a hand to Obi-Wan's clothed erection and started to stroke it, making the man moan his name again. “Now tell me pup-- How many times did you misbehave?”
Finally Obi-Wan thought Finally he is going to punish me--
An hard pinch on his nipple snapped him back to the man in front of him. “I asked you a question, pet. And not answering when I ask you to counts as misbehaving, so, how many times did you misbehave?”
The Jedi tried to focus.
Well of course now. So one. Then that time with his brothers, his flirting with the enemies, those two times he acted like a brat while in bed and then-- the briefing.
He answered exactly when Cody pinched him again, harder that time “S-six!”
“Well, then. There is quite a lot of work to do.” He got up and took his upper blacks from where he had left them, folding them and then – oh.
He covered his eyes with them, blindfolding him, all his other senses growing twice as sensible then normal and the Jedi knew that it was going to be a really pleasurable night. Then he heard him move again and Obi-Wan instinctively turned his head towards where he thought Cody was and, after a second, he felt the bed sink next to him and the commander's hands tying his wrists together to the headboard of the bed with something. The Jedi tried to pull on his binding a couple of times, but the knot did not untie. “Too tight?” “Just perfect.”
He heard and felt the commander moving again, and when he came back he pressed something cold and sharp against against his chest.
A knife.
“Now, pet, I suggest you to not squirm too much or you could hurt yourself--” he licked his abdomen and then slowly retraced the path of his tongue with the blade, the bitter cold of metal in stark contrast to the warmth of his tongue pulling a moan out of the Jedi.
The clone moved his tongue lower, and lower still, his movements always followed by the cold feeling of the knife, until he stopped at the waistband of Obi-Wan's leggings, the only article of clothing he was still wearing, and moved his left hand even lower, cupping Obi-Wan's erection through his clothes and started to stroke it, causing soft moans to fall from the Jedi's lips.
“C-Cody--” he pleaded softly. The commander wanted to hear him scream it.
The sound of clothes ripping echoed through the room as Cody cut the fabric of Obi-Wan's leggings and underwear with his knife, and the Jedi gasped as the cold air touched the skin of his legs and his groin and his erection sprung free, already leaking precum from the tip.
“So hard for me already--” Cody whispered more to himself than to his lover, trailing his fingers on the other man's erection and observing how it twitched and throbbed at the light touch. He put the knife down, somewhere and wetted his hands with Obi-Wan's liquids, lubing his shaft, and then he closed his hands around the shaft and stroked it, fast and firm, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Until his lover groaned “I'm so close, Cody--- ah-- almost there--” and then he stilled completely, removing one of his hands and clenching the other around the base of the man's cock, while with the other he kept the man from thrusting his hips to seek some sort of relief.
“F-fuck, no-- Please-- please--” Cody shushed him by inserting two fingers in his mouth, thrusting them in and out as the men started to suck around them “Ah-- such a nice little mouth you have, pet. Should I use mine too?” He looked with a feral grin on his face as Obi-Wan nodded as enthusiastically as he could around his fingers.
He thinks I'll let him come so soon, poor ingenuous pet.
He removed his fingers from his lover's mouth, moving so that his lips were right next to the other man's cock. He darted his tongue out, licking his shaft and, when he got to the tip, he closed his lips around him, getting high on the sounds that were leaving his lover's mouth.
He bobbed his head up and down, engulfing more and more of his cock every time, until his nose touched the man's groin and then he took a breath through his nose and-- swallowed.
“CODY!” But he slid the cock out of his mouth, clenching his hand around the man's dick again, not letting him come once again.
“F-fuck -- f-fuck-- please, please--” Cody kissed him softly, a small unspoken apology and then he shifted, just enough to reach the drawer near the bed and take the lube. He spurted a nice amount on his fingers and leaned down again, taking Obi-Wan in his mouth as he inserted the first finger in his tight hole, thrusting in and out and stretching him.
When he felt that he was loose enough so that he wouldn't hurt him too much, he pushed a second finger in, hearing Obi-Wan gasping his name at the sudden stretch.
That's more like it.
He thrusted his fingers deep enough so that he found that spot that made Obi-Wan go insane and focused his attentions there while sucking around his dick sending Obi-Wan in a spiral of pleasure that made him incoherent, begging for Cody to give him more, for Cody to make him come, for Cody, Cody, Cody.
He slowed his ministrations with his mouth to make him last longer, but, by the time he inserted the third finger, he started to feel his insides spasming around his fingers and Obi-Wan's pleas and moans were becoming louder and louder, obviously getting closer.
Cody stopped again and tears of frustrations streamed down Obi-Wan's cheeks as he struggled against his cuffs and begged “Cody-- please--” and the commander looked up at him. He finally looked like he was out of his head, in his mind there was only Cody,his touch, his mouth, his voice. Him and nothing else.
The clone untied his wrists from the bed and tied them again behind his lover's back.
“Kneel, pet.” he ordered and Obi-Wan dutifully obeyed.
“Open your mouth for me.” he did and as he felt Cody's finger on his tongue he closed his lips around it and sucked, moving his head up and down, knowing what he had to do even if he was not really thinking about it, only about Cody.
He heard the commander remove his blacks and groan as his painful erection was finally freed, then the hand in his mouth slipped out, moving to grasp at his hair instead, pulling him forward; he heard the commander's request to open his mouth and he didn't think twice about it, obeying immediately.
Cody's whole cock slid in in one swift motion and, after a couple of tentative thrusts to see if Obi-Wan could take it, he begun to use is mouth, fucking his face hard and fast, already close to coming after edging his lover three times already.
He pulls out as his orgasm washes over him, painting his lover's face with white stripes of cum, Obi-Wan keeping his moth open and his tongue out, hoping to catch some of the liquid with in mouth.
“Fuck, pet-- ah-- your mouth is so kriffing good--” He took a couple of deep breaths to regain his composure and then he sat on the bed, removing the handcuffs from his lover's wrists and manhandling a still blindfolded Obi-Wan so that he was bent over his lap, his bare butt in full view.
“Now pet I'm going to spank you, turning this pretty ass red and then I'll let you sit on my cock. You like that?”
“Yes, Cody-- please-- please”
“Good. I'm going to give you six strikes since you misbehaved six times. You are going to count each blow out loud and if you loose count we'll start again from zero. You understand pet?”
“Yes-- I'm sorry-- please—”
There was something about Obi-Wan begging him like that, totally helpless before him, that made him loose control, making him hard again immediately, his cock throbbing against his lover' side.
The first blow was not too hard, just enough to redden the skin of his cheek. “O-one!” Obi-Wan gasped, his erection rubbing against Cody's thigh; and Cody spanked him again, harder this time, on the other cheek, a matching bruise already forming on the skin. “Two!” He stopped a moment to massage the skin, giving the Jedi a short break.
He gave the following two blows harder still, making his hand burn from the impact and hearing Obi-Wan cry out from the pleasure-pain sensation. The Jedi was panting hard as he counted the hits out loud, his cock wetting Cody's thigh with precum.
He kneaded the muscle again, slowly massaging the skin and observing in awe as a new bruise formed. “Come on, pet, only two more, you are being so good for me-- so so good--”
He hit his butt the last two times, a blow for each cheek, listening as Obi-Wan moaned the last two numbers out loud, his dick throbbing and begging to be touched.
Cody massaged the globes of his ass, soothing the pain a bit, before moving Obi-Wan so that he was sitting on his lap facing him, the Jedi's head slumping against the commander's chest, his cock so red that Cody knew it was ready to burst.
The clone's cock was already hard as a rock and Cody felt suddenly very glad for the fact that he had previously left the lube close to his current position. He really couldn't have asked to Obi-Wan to get up right now.
He lubed his cock, lined himself up to his lover's hole and then slowly, carefully lowered Obi-Wan's hips until he was completely sheathed inside him. They both groaned when their hips touched, but Cody didn't move. His lover seemed to be out of his head and he decided to wait until Obi-Wan was back from wherever he had gone to and asked him to kriff him.
Just a couple of minutes later the Jedi begun to whine when he realized that he was not going to get what he wanted and it took all of his Jedi training for him to focus enough to actually form a coherent word, that word of course being: “Cody?” The sound of his beloved voice made made him look at him immediately smirking at him, knowing exactly what the man wanted. “Yes, pet?”
Obi-Wan made a frustrated sound in his throat, furrowing his brows under the blindfold while facing him, his eyes probably looking for Cody's in the darkness of the blindfold, and he begun to wiggle his hips, hoping that the commander would understand what he needed.
Cody's smirk widened even more as he moved his hands to the other man's hips, stilling his movements “Sorry, pet, I didn't hear you. What did you say? ” he knew that Obi-Wan was doing the best pleading eyes he could manage to do under the garment that covered his bright blue eyes, exactly as he did sometimes when he scolded him for losing his lightsaber and he actually chuckled at that.
“Oh, my beautiful little pet. We can play this game all night if you want, but I can't give you what you crave unless you beg nicely with that mouth of yours.” It was clearly a lie. Cody was already feeling his resolve break as he wanted nothing more than to fuck his lover harder than he had ever done before, but he knew he could resist more than Obi-Wan, who looked like he could not take it anymore.
But apparently his lover still had an ace up his sleeve.
Suddenly Cody's mind was filled with images of them fucking in different positions. Obi-Wan riding him; the both of them standing as Cody took him against the wall; Cody taking him from behind; Cody taking him on the bed, him on top while Obi-Wan stared up at him; Cody taking him in that briefing room, thrusting hard and deep inside of him, Obi-Wan's back on the holo-table---
Cody gave him an hard spank on his ass, causing his lover to groan at the sudden sting and stop his his projections through the Force. The commander tsked at him “Now now, pet, that was not nice. I ordered you to use your words. Don't disobey me again or I'll have to keep punishing you instead of giving you what you want.”
Obi-Wan's head slumped forward against Cody's chest again.
Cody heard the Jedi whisper something, the sound muffled by the skin of the commander's chest where Obi-Wan's head was currently resting. “What was that, pet? You'll have to speak louder than that.”
“PLEASE! I beg you, please Cody, please-- I want-- I need--” Cody's hand grasped his hair yanking his head back, the clone's lips brushing the shell of his hear “What pet? Tell me what you need--” He licked the man's ear and Obi-Wan snapped.
“Please fuck me Cody. Fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk straight for a week, so hard I won't be able to sit--”
The commander didn't let him finish, throwing him on the bed so that Obi-Wan's ass was pointing up at him, while his head rested on his arms against the blankets. He pushed himself back inside him covered Obi-Wan's back with his chest so that the commander's lips were next to the Jedi's ear.
“There, that wasn't so hard now, pet, was it?” He asked as he gave the first thrust “N-no, please Cody plea--”
He set a brutal pace, the both of them too close to go slow, slamming his hips' against Obi-Wan's ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin and their moans quickly filling the room.
He took a handful of Obi-Wan's auburn hair using it to turn the Jedi's head so that he could kiss him, a kiss that was mostly only tongue and teeth and Cody suddenly yearned to see his Jedi beautiful eyes as he came undone beneath him, because of him.
He turned Obi-Wan so that his back was to the bed and he threw away the blindfold so that Cody could look at him in his eyes as he made him come. His thrusts were becoming sloppier and sloppier as he was getting closer to the edge.
He took Obi-Wan's cock in his hand and stroke it in time with his thrusts “Go on, pet. Come for me.” and Obi-Wan did, arching his back and screaming his Cody's name as he painted his stomach.
Cody leaned closer to his face, their lips just a breath away “Good pet, now I'm going to come inside you. And when you'll walk around the Negotiator or in the battlefield, I'll know it is my cum dripping out of you, that you are mine” and with a last thrust he came, sheathing himself as deep as he could as he shot hot stripes of cum inside Obi-Wan.
He collapsed to his lover's side kissing him sweetly and grabbing the blindfold (his upper blacks, he remembered) and cleaned them both; then he gently kissed all of the red marks he had left on Obi-Wan's body. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”
Obi-Wan turned towards him, scooting closer (if it was possible) to Cody who opened his arms hugging him and leaving a kiss on the top of his head.
“No. It was perfect. You are perfect. Thank you.”
And they fell asleep like that, in each other's arms, content to just be there.