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Obi-Wan Kenobi was a great substitute teacher, really, Anakin couldn't deny it, but there was something off about him lately, a strange aura that drew the younger man's attention to the older man even more, something Anakin couldn't explain. He was alone in the huge classroom, staring out the large closed window at the somewhat empty street outside. Anakin anxiously played with a few strands of his blond hair, just waiting for Obi-Wan to return. He said he needed to go to the staff room and that he'd be back in just a moment. But Anakin's mind kept churning over ideas about why he was there.
Had he forgotten some important assignment? Had he gotten a really bad grade? Was he being too noisy in class? Anakin really didn't know, and he felt like he was going to have a nervous breakdown any second if he remained alone with his mind for much longer.
He'd always been a good student; no teacher had ever complained to him about things like that before, and seeing as Obi-Wan would be the first to do so, he couldn't believe it. , Anakin was behaving twice as good as usual in the substitute teacher's classes; something inside Skywalker screamed at himself to please Kenobi — the crush he had on him, no doubt. —
But maybe he was exaggerating and—
"If you keep this up, your head's going to explode." Anakin heard the older man's deep, charming voice invade the room once again, turning quickly towards him and seeing him leaning against the door with his arms folded and a small grin on his face. He felt his cheeks getting hot and he didn't know why — yes, he did —. "You don't need to be embarrassed of me, Anakin."
Anakin?
Normally none of the teachers called him by his first name, especially not Obi-Wan.
"I'm just a little nervous, no teacher has ever asked me to stay after class before and... W-Why are you locking the door?" Anakin asks, on full alert.
Obi-Wan put the door key in one of his pants pockets and shrugged.
"I don't want anyone to interrupt our conversation." The teacher approached, coming face to face with the frightened student.
"I want to talk about your behavior during my classes."
Ah... the blond felt like he was really going to explode now. He couldn't imagine what he had done that was so inappropriate that the older man wanted to talk to him alone in such a way.
"D-Did I... do something wrong?" Anakin stuttered. And he wasn't the kind of guy to stutter over anything.
"Quite the opposite. Ever since I started working here... Two weeks ago, am i correct?" He paused, and Anakin nodded. "I've noticed something about you. You know what?"
Obi-Wan smirked, pressing his body lightly against Anakin's. His eyes widened and his entire body shivered as he felt the heat of the professor's strong body against his. The younger man didn't like this at all. He tried to move further away from Obi-Wan, pushing him lightly to let him know the proximity was bothering him, but it didn't work at all. The older man's body hadn't moved even an inch.
"I noticed you can't stop looking at me." The younger boy turned his face away, feeling his ears burn and his breath start to hitch. However, for Obi-Wan, that act was just another opportunity to tease him; he brought his face closer to the exposed neck of Anakin's uniform shirt, trailing it from there to his ear and finally placing his lips behind it in a quick peck. The younger boy didn't move, but he struggled to keep any awkward sounds from escaping.
"I mean, I'm a teacher and it would be odd if any of my students didn't pay attention to me, but you…" The man this time put his mouth to his ear, close enough to whisper. "You get excited during my lessons, don't you, Anakin?"
And then, the boy panicked at the older man's words. The worst part was that, yes, it was true. The young man couldn't contain his desires when he heard the professor's voice, or when he felt his mesmerizing blue orbs staring at him from afar. Obi-Wan was simply too much for him to handle. And even though all of that was indeed true, he didn't like having his body pressed against the other's. The Skywalker was so scared that he couldn't control his reflexes; his hand struck Obi-Wan's face hard, causing the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose to fly straight to the floor, and the older man let out a sadistic laugh.
"Don't think I don't see it, Anakin. That pretty, flushed face of yours looking at me without the slightest shame, you rubbing your legs together with your hands in your lap. Do you really think you're fooling anyone?" Kenobi licked his lips, looking the younger man up and down.
Anakin was trying his best to keep the tears from his stinging eyes. Humiliation bubbled in his blood, unable to deny Obi-Wan's allegations. The younger man begged that the only person who had noticed such vulgar behavior was the teacher; he wouldn't be able to face his schoolmates anymore if they found out about it.
"I-I think... I-I need to leave right now..." He tried again to push the man away from him, obviously without success. His arms could barely move, his legs paralyzed in the same way, Anakin knew he wouldn't have the strength to kick the professor or anything like that. Besides, he had locked them both in the room and they were on the third floor.
He had nowhere to go.
The next second, he felt something slam into his face. Obi-Wan had slapped him hard across the cheek, just as he had just seconds ago. The man grabbed his student's cheeks tightly, squeezing them and forcing the younger man to look at him. This time, Anakin couldn't hold back; tears escaped his eyes and streamed down his face.
The older man once again let out his sadistic laugh, capturing every desperate reaction from his favorite student. So adorable. Anakin was truly the most beautiful boy Obi-Wan had ever seen, with his strikingly sky-blue eyes and wavy blond hair like an angel's. The substitute teacher couldn't resist seeing that tearful little face; he seemed to be begging for abuse.
Anakin closed his eyes tightly as he felt the professor's lips brush against his in another quick peck, just as he had done with his ear earlier.
"You're not leaving here until we figure this matter out, okay?" The older man released Skywalker's face, placing another smacking kiss on his cheek, red from the slap. "You don't want everyone to find out what a bitch you are from your teacher, do you?"
"No! Professor K-Kenobi..!"
"Then I think it's best if you kneel, Anakin." The redhead smiled sweetly, almost innocently, completely contradicting his actions and words.
No… That wasn't happening to Anakin. At any moment he would open his eyes and realize it had all just been a nightmare…
Anakin sucked in all the air he'd been holding for minutes and prepared to scream. He hated having to call for help, especially like this, but it was an emergency. He might have a crush on the professor, but he didn't want that, not now; he wasn't prepared. However, before he could do anything, the younger man froze once again when he felt the professor force his shoulders down, forcing Anakin's legs to kneel on the hard, cold floor, bringing the boy's face face to face with the large bulge in his pants.
"Kenobi, I'll do whatever y-you want. I won't tell anyone, just give me the key and let me go..."
Anakin was startled when he felt Obi-Wan's hand on the top of his head, gently stroking his long hair. With his other hand, the older man removed his belt from his pants, tossing it beside Anakin, who stared at him with wet eyes. The younger man seemed to be pleading with his eyes for Obi-Wan to stop, but the only thing going through the professor's mind was how much he would love to use his beautiful mouth.
"Don't even think about biting me or anything like that, Anakin. It'll be worse for you." The younger man nodded reluctantly and Obi-Wan freed his member from the tight clothes and guided the younger man's head closer.
Anakin felt like he was going to cry again as he felt the professor's cock enter his mouth, going straight to the back of the student's throat and holding it there. He whimpered, making the professor grunt as he felt the vibration in the boy's throat. "No gagging, Anakin? Are you that used to sucking cock? I should have known."
Obi-Wan remained there for a few moments, enjoying the tight, wet heat of Anakin's throat, holding him in that position until he grabbed one of the older man's thighs and slapped it several times. Probably out of breath.
Obi-Wan uses Anakin's long, messy locks to push him away for a few seconds, letting the younger boy breathe. The Skywalker felt terrible, dirty. Not only because he was being abused by his teacher like this, but also because his body wouldn't obey his mind; his own cock throbbed inside his school uniform. He hated it, he swore, but nothing he thought about made his member descend. Obi-Wan seemed to notice, too, seeing the older boy chuckle, pushing Anakin's knees further apart for a better view.
"You're such an easy little slut to please, aren't you, young one?" The older man slowly pumps his own cock near the student's face, who shakes his head. "Look at you, all hard just from having my cock inside your throat for a few seconds. Open that little mouth for me again, hm? I'm going to make you even happier, sweetheart."
Anakin obeyed, shivering at the nickname.
He didn't know why he had obeyed. He shouldn't have.
Maybe it was because he just wanted it to be over faster.
With his mouth open and tongue lolling out, Anakin felt Obi-Wan bury his member in his throat once more, but this time, the teacher thrust hard. Anakin could do nothing but hold on. After a few more thrusts, Anakin slammed into the other's thighs again, breathless and sore. Obi-Wan smiled, and the younger man swore he would pull away. How wrong he was. Kenobi grabbed his messy locks and pushed him even closer to his hip, covering the student's nose with his strong fingers. Anakin began to cry desperately again. His hands now not only slapped, but also scratched and pinched the older man's thighs, hoping he would release him. But the man didn't move a muscle, just continued to use Anakin's throat, feeling the boy moan desperately against his cock. Obi-Wan groaned softly, looking at the student's red, tearful face and feeling even more eager to ruin him. He was close to cumming, the hot, wet feeling of his throat driving him insane.
However, Kenobi knew well what his limit was.
The blond, on the other hand, was barely able to take it anymore. Every time Obi-Wan fucked his throat hard, he felt like he was going to pass out, both from the lack of air and from the act itself.
The act continued for a few more long, drawn-out minutes, until Obi-Wan released the other's hair and removed his fingers from his nose once more for... Anakin had lost count of how many times it had been. Causing Anakin to quickly move away from the older man's waist, the obscene sound of Obi-Wan's cock vacating his mouth, the amount of saliva and precum that ran down both his chin and Obi-Wan's red, throbbing member making him even more excited.
Anakin gasped for air, coughing and glaring angrily at Obi-Wan, which made the professor smirk and ask briefly, "What, do you want me to keep fucking your face, my sweet?"
"No..!" Anakin, ignoring the pet name, voice broken, pleads. "Please.. I want to go h-home.."
The teacher whispered a soft "hm," bending down and getting face to face with the student, his lips moving towards the student's ear once again that day and whispering, "You're acting like I didn't make you cum in your pants like the pathetic needy boy that you are."
Anakin pulled his sweaty face away from Obi-Wan's, hearing the professor chuckle softly as he saw that he had left the younger man extremely embarrassed.
Humiliating. Skywalker begged the substitute teacher not to notice that he'd come inside his clothes during the act, but that was too much to hope for. The teacher seemed to notice absolutely everything that happened to the blond.
And the large wet spot on his uniform didn't help at all.
Obi-Wan stands up and asks the younger man to do the same. He does, his legs wobbly and weak from the intense orgasm. The professor then places his hands on the boy's waist, feeling him tremble under his touch. "Now, Anakin, since you've been a good boy and haven't tried to disobey me... I'll let you choose where I'll fuck yo—"
Skywalker tries to escape the older man's hands when he hears the words that haven't even finished coming out of his mouth, causing him to squeeze tightly, keeping him in place. "P-Please.. I-I don't want this.. K-Kenobi" Anakin, again begs.
"I'm being very gentle right now, brat. Don't make me give up on this." Obi-Wan says firmly. "I want to fuck you in that window where anyone passing by and looking up can see you..." Anakin widens his eyes slightly, shaking his head in distress.
Kenobi simply continues, ignoring the other one. "But I guess you don't like that idea, do you? So keep being good for me, darling, and choose."
"Your d-desk..." Anakin whispers in defeat, and Obi-Wan nods contentedly. Within seconds, the older man shoves everything on his desk straight to the floor, paying no attention to any of the material there.
All that mattered in that moment was Anakin Skywalker and his sculpted body.
Obi-Wan places the younger boy on top of the sturdy wooden table, observing his completely defeated face; his eyes watery, his face red, his lips swollen from recent activity, his body trembling, his pants sticky…
Obi-Wan felt his cock throb in need.
Meanwhile, Anakin's mind was racing, wondering how he'd been so stupid as to let himself get into this kind of situation. If he'd paid more attention, maybe... Maybe he'd be at home watching his favorite show in the comfort of his bed with his little sister and filling his best friend's phone with messages about how his teacher had looked at him for more than five seconds in class today. That same teacher who was now hurriedly unbuttoning the buttons of his white school uniform shirt.
How could Anakin even allow himself to start liking that guy?
Again he felt the unruly tears cascading down his cheeks. It was so pathetic. He hated himself for crying in front of Obi-Wan so many times that day, and the worst part was that he also knew it probably wouldn't be the last.
The teacher, noticing the boy's tears in front of him, lightly poked his wrist three times — a sort of code he knew the student would understand — and soon received a small pinch on his shoulder. Relief coursed through his body.
His large hands roam the boy's uncovered torso, appreciating the smoothness of his favorite student's golden skin.
"I love seeing you cry, Anakin. It's truly adorable. I'll ruin you for anyone else who dares to touch you," Obi-Wan says, kissing the younger man's neck, shoulders, and collarbone. The professor's beard tickled and made his skin tingle.
Obi-Wan inhaled the boy's strong scent of masculine perfume and engraved in his own memory every detail of his body, at the same time biting and sucking everywhere while his hand worked to take off his pants, who constantly complained quietly about the marks Kenobi left all over his torso.
Skywalker knew that later, when he summoned the courage to look in the mirror at home, he would hate himself even more for not trying to push the older man away, for not truly trying to stop him from leaving memories of that day in Anakin's body. The student moaned, coming out of his own mind, surprised to feel the teacher grip his hard member through his black boxers, wet with orgasm and pre-cum; a smile plastered across his face.
"You're so wet, Anakin. I won't be able to hold out much longer if you keep seducing me like this." Obi-Wan teases the younger boy's crown head with his finger quickly, feeling more pre expel from the hard, long, sensitive member against the dark fabric. Anakin whimpers, his voice breaking, a sob escaping him. "Aw, dear one, don't worry, Daddy will take care of you now."
Anakin whimpers at hearing the professor refer to himself in such a way as him pulls the boy's underwear down to his knees and takes off a packet of lubricant and two condoms from one of his pants pockets. At least he'll use a condom, Anakin thought.
Obi-Wan, seeing a look of relief on Anakin's face, lets out a brief laugh, and as if reading his mind, replies, "I hope you're not thinking this is for me." He tossed one of the condoms on the table, opened the other, and wasted no time in doing what he planned; he calmly placed the material on the younger man's member and laid him down on the table. "It's for you. I don't want you making any more of a mess than necessary."
Then Obi-Wan crouched down, his face at the exact height of the boy's slender legs, now bent over; it was wonderful to discover Anakin was flexible enough for this. Going back to biting and marking the younger man's skin with hickeys, the professor teased the area — which he discovered to be very sensitive — on the inside of Anakin's thighs.
The one who covered his face with trembling hands, holding back the humiliating noises that threatened to escape his lips when he had the teacher down there.
Anakin struggled briefly as he felt Obi-Wan's wet tongue brush against his entrance, his thick fingers holding the younger man even tighter in place so he wouldn't disturb his work.
Shit.
Shitshitshitshit.
Anakin felt like he was going to come again.
One of Anakin's hands hesitantly reached the older man's head, gripping his ginger and gray locks tightly, trying to push him away from his body. Obi-Wan only grunted, and with more desire began sucking and licking the younger man as if he were some kind of hungry animal.
The boy felt his body spasm with the warm sensation inside him, his mind turning to jelly with the sheer pleasure Obi-Wan was giving him. The entire room echoed with the wet sounds of the teacher's mouth, leaving Anakin even more embarrassed and humiliated than he already was.
Pulling the other's hair even harder with one hand, Anakin pushes his hips up and feels his cock throb once again and fill the bottom of the condom.
Kenobi stands up straight once more, watching the trembling body above the table, the older man noticed a trail of red blood running down the boy's flesh forearm, the bite mark quite evident.
Anakin really was dedicated to not making loud noises, hm?
Obi-Wan masturbated his overstimulated member, making him practically howl in surprise at the touch on his hot skin, his hand staying there for only a few seconds — which to Anakin seemed like long minutes —, enough to remove the younger man's used condom and replace it with the other one that was next to him on the table.
“The way you orgasm without me even touching your cock is incredible, Anakin.” He licked his red lips. “I need you to do this with my cock inside you now.”
Anakin sobbed in frustration as he heard those words and felt the older man turn his entire body on the table with one movement, forcing him to face away from him. He tried to turn his neck to see what Obi-Wan was going to do to his body now, but what he received was his hand on his face, burying his face in the cold, hard wooden surface.
The next sound he heard was another package being opened, a few seconds later having his knees separated by the professor's leg; he placed two of his thick fingers at Skywalker's entrance.
“K-Kenobi..! I swear if you do this I-I.. will..” He half threatened, not exactly knowing how to finish, making the older man snort mockingly.
"What are you going to do, sweetheart?" Obi-Wan sneered, inserting his digits into his student in one go, making him moan in pain and discomfort. "Are you going to tell your friends I made you come with just my mouth?" Obi-Wan explored Anakin's hot, tight core with a desire, fast and deep, making him moan brokenly. "That you like it here?"
And with that, the older man began crushing the boy's prostate with his fingertips, making him arch his back beautifully. The younger man's strong muscles tensed, trying to escape the other's fingers, the air knocked out of him by the way the teacher was pummeling his g-spot.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? To have a real man know how to do this to you?” Anakin denies, completely contradicting what his body was feeling at that moment.
Obi-Wan grins and removes his hand from Anakin's face and forcefully hits one of his raised, round cheeks, making him hide his face in his arms again.
This time, Obi-Wan wouldn't let him.
Once again he heard the sound of packaging being opened, and this time was followed by it being thrown to the floor before feeling two more fingers entering himself at once.
With four fingers stimulating his core, Skywalker didn't even notice when his arms were pulled back, being held tightly. Anakin now had nothing to muffle his own noises; his face dropped completely to the surface of the table, lips parted, panting, and eyes rolling back as Obi-Wan hit his prostate again and again.
Anakin felt like he was on fire, that he would instantly combust at any moment if Kenobi continued to mess with him like that. It was so, so… degrading. The way he was nearly coming apart again in such a short time without Obi-Wan touching his already fully hard and dripping member for the third time that afternoon.
“Are you going to cum for me again, young one?” Anakin nods quickly, completely beside himself. “I don’t think so.”
And then Obi-Wan's hands free his arms and his four fingers are removed from Anakin, making the boy blink confused. Lost. Obi-Wan, noticed he might have better bring more lube, realizing he'd used it all up on his fingers; however, that was okay. Anakin was more than prepared; he wouldn't need much more. Spitting into his own hand, Obi-Wan briefly stroked his own member before beginning to insert it inside the younger boy.
Anakin, snapping out of his stupor, widens his eyes, digging his fingers into the edges of the table and looking into the eyes of the professor who was removing his own dress shirt, he once again begs. "Professor K-Kenobi! No..! Please, please..! Anything, I'll do anything.. n-not this.."
The student observed the older man's body for a short time, as he, more sadistic than ever, stuck his strong, hairy chest to Anakin's back; his entire weight almost crushing the boy on the table and his cock penetrating deeply into his favorite student in just one thrust, hitting his prostate immediately.
Damn. Obi-Wan was big.
The kind where Anakin was sure he would leave completely sore and stay that way for days.
His eyes immediately welled up, and Obi-Wan's hands reached for his and squeezed. The gesture would have been cute if Kenobi hadn't been using and abusing the younger man's body like some kind of toy.
The older man, almost growling, lowers his lips to the student's ear. "You're so tight, Anakin, like a virgin."
The Skywalker whimpers, feeling Obi-Wan almost withdraw completely from him, only to slam everything into the boy at once, again and again.
Anakin had never in his entire life felt something go so deep inside him before. It wasn't as if he were the master of experience, having had sex with only one person in his entire life — and he hadn't even been the bottom in that relationship — and using only his own fingers and a few toys.
Every time Obi-Wan thrust deeply into him and touched the younger man's prostate, Anakin bit his lip, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the embarrassing sounds that escaped his mouth. Besides, his brain was once again being melted by the pleasure he was feeling, his body was short-circuiting, he was sure of it.
It wasn't normal.
The way he found himself wanting more.
It was as if he had flipped some kind of switch that Anakin wasn't sure he could turn back.
“F-Faster..”
And Anakin couldn't believe he had just asked for that.
Not ignoring the younger man's request, Obi-Wan quickened his thrusts, moaning at the way the blond squeezed him. Without a doubt, his favorite student was the best fuck he'd ever had. Skywalker was incredibly sexy; his long legs were marked by bite marks, his physique was strong but not overly muscular, his long, light blonde hair darkening with sweat, which plastered strands to his shoulders and forehead, his voice husky and worn out because of Obi-Wan.
It was impossible to find anyone better, really. Obi-Wan had hit the jackpot with this one.
No matter what he had to do, he would keep coming back to fuck this boy as many times as he felt like it. Obi-Wan wanted to turn him into his own personal fuck toy.
“P-Professor..” Anakin calls, his voice full of guile, as if he were about to ask for something.
“Hm..?”
And the oldest had his biggest shock of the day.
“Can you k-kiss me, sir?” Anakin asked softly, full of embarrassment.
Obi-Wan slowed his thrusts again, just so he could focus entirely on kissing his favorite student. It was insane to think that this young man kissing him so lewdly, so sensually, was the same one who had been begging him to stop just minutes ago. He could spend hours doing just that; kissing that pretty pink mouth until there was no air left in his lungs for him to breath.
The boy seemed to think the same, for even when the air became thin for both of them, he seemed unwilling to let go of the older man. Either way, Obi-Wan pulled away from him, making him grunt as well.
"You look absolutely adorable like this, being my good boy," Obi-Wan says, lifting both of them off the table, still pressed against the younger man's back, but now standing. He releases one of Anakin's hands and goes to the younger man's neck, squeezing it. Anakin moans louder, embarrassed. "I want to put a collar with my name on that pretty neck of yours. Maybe a leash for us to walk around on, hm? Would you like that, Anakin? Your classmates finding out you're your teacher's dog?"
Anakin wanted the chance to deny it, to say that Obi-Wan was going too far with that disgusting suggestion, but the tight grip on his throat made him only let out a incoherent whimper.
“Ah... look how cute you are when you let your body speak for you.” Obi-Wan says, full of affection.
He removes his long fingers from his favorite student's neck and traces them from that area to his mouth. Anakin clamps his mouth shut, regaining consciousness for a brief second, causing Obi-Wan to lose his patience and stop his movements altogether. Something that should have relieved Skywalker, but for some reason, he begs Obi-Wan not to notice the weak wiggle he gave backward, practically begging the older man to continue.
Everything was so confusing in his mind right now. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. Whether he hated what Kenobi was doing or not, whether he wanted him to stop or not.
He knew it was wrong. That Obi-Wan shouldn't be doing this to him, that it was disgusting. But how could it be, when the way his cock made Anakin vibrate inside felt so good?
Just when it seemed like his body and mind agreed on something, the professor would go there and do something to Anakin that would completely take him out of his sanity again.
"Open up," He heard the deep voice order, and he quickly shook his head. The older man sighed, stroking the student's still-wet cheeks. "Anakin, if you don't open your fucking mouth right now... I'll take your phone and record myself fucking your throat again, and believe me when I say, everyone will see that slutty face of yours loving every second of it."
Fuck.
There was something really wrong with Skywalker's body, as he felt his cock throb and a long drop of pre-cum form on his throbbing member.
He parted his lips to accommodate Obi-Wan's fingers without delay, wanting to avoid the consequences as much as possible—that's what he was trying to convince himself. The student felt the phalanges slide across his mouth, the thick, skilled fingers caressing his tongue, and he almost, almost, felt the urge to suck them back.
“What a good little boy you are, Anakin..” The older man starts moving his hips again, continuing to fuck Anakin at the same pace as when they were kissing; slow.
“K-Kenobi… stph..” With his mouth being used by the professor’s fingers, Anakin can barely say what he wants to say.
“Stop?” The younger man nodded slowly. “Impossible. You are squeezing me so good down here.”
Obi-Wan responds, indeed, Anakin was beginning to show signs that he was close to orgasm once again, tightening his grip on the professor's cock. However, Obi-Wan would not let Anakin orgasm again as easily as the last two times.
The older man resumed fucking him with all the strength and speed he had in him, making him choke on his saliva-soaked fingers. He wished he had some kind of mirror to clearly see his student's face as he resumed his torment of the most sensitive spot on his body, but oh well, he'd have other opportunities. For now, the high-pitched moans that tried to escape between his digits as he thrusts eagerly inside him were just about enough.
Kenobi loved the loud noise of the bodies colliding and the youngest's choking, the smell of sex in the classroom made everything even more intoxicating in his vision. On the other hand, Skywalker thought exactly the opposite, even if he wasn't showing it at that moment; pushing his body into Obi-Wan's with a full want.
Deeper. He needed..
“A-Ah..!” Obi-Wan gives Anakin exactly what he asks for, abusing the younger man’s body as if he were nothing. “I-I.. am going to c—!”
“A-Anakin.. you will only cum when I..hm.. let you” Obi-Wan said in his ear making the boy roll his eyes, going insane.
“P-Please..”
Obi-Wan grunts, kissing the younger man's neck, tasting the salty sweat. Anakin brings one of his hands to the back of the older man's neck, scratching hard, and again, surprising him by staring at him with a fiery look, causing the older man to remove his fingers from his mouth and kiss him again.
This time, Obi-Wan didn't slow down his thrusts for anything, pounding Anakin's insides brutally as he moaned needy into his mouth. It was a total mess; normally, Obi-Wan hated this kind of kiss; full of teeth chattering and saliva. But it was obvious that Skywalker had become his exception in this regard too.
Anakin was like an aphrodisiac that Obi-Wan would never have a cure.
And Anakin, out of control beyond measure, finally feels he can't stand for another second, even with the other firmly in his grip. He felt like he would come untouched for the third time.
“C-Cumming.. Obi-Wan..!” With the voice he didn't have anymore, all roughed up, practically screams as he feels the teacher squeezing his extremely sensitive member.
“Repeat one little thing for me..and I’ll let you..” Obi-Wan said, breathing heavily. And Anakin, unable to bear it any longer, whispers for what feels like the thousandth time that day, "Anything."
Obi-Wan, smiling sadistically, begins innocently. “I...”
“I-I..” Anakin repeated.
"Like being.."
“I-I like being..”
“Professor Kenobi’s little whore...” Anakin trails off, making Obi-Wan raise his eyebrows. “I see... you’ve already came twice, I guess you don’t need a third—”
Closing his teary eyes tightly from the desire Obi-Wan had for him to fuck him, from the hand preventing him from cumming, and from the humiliation, Anakin said loud enough for the man to hear, "I like being P-Professor Kenobi's little whore! Please!"
Hearing the boy repeat the entire sentence, Obi-Wan removes his hand from his cock and growls, "Good boy." Skywalker cries, his member leaking something almost entirely liquid onto the condom material, and collapses onto the teacher's desk.
He continued to shake and cry uncontrollably, his body spasming against the hard surface, watching the other man continue to pound into him, almost angrily his thighs slammed hard against Anakin's. Taking advantage of his two free hands, the older man began to slap one of them, watching it begin to turn red with the mark of his open palm; the shrill noise echoed in the room, while the other held the younger man's thin waist tightly, as if at that point the student would run away somewhere.
Finally, after a few long seconds, Obi-Wan reaches his climax, filling Anakin's insides and resting his forehead against the younger man's relaxed back.
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Anakin felt the professor withdraw his member from him, hissing as his insides emptied. The younger man noticed the older man's heated gaze as the viscous liquid began to slide from his entrance to his flushed thighs.
Perverted old man.
Not that he was much better than him, since the idea for all of this had been his at the end of the day.
“Anakin..” The older one called carefully.
“Hm?” He replied, quiet.
"I'm going to the bathroom to get something to clean you up, okay?" Anakin nodded, looking at the professor. He hadn't noticed that Kenobi had gotten dressed again.
Not moving from his position for even a second, Anakin began to replay the entire scene in his head, a silly smile appearing on his face.
Force, he really loved Obi-Wan.
The only thing he bitterly regretted was not having brought a camera; that would have been the best possible material for his nights alone, but it was fine, there would always be a next time.
It didn't take Obi-Wan much longer than two minutes to return, carrying wet wipes and a towel. Probably his own, which he kept in the teachers' bathroom.
Not that he actually needed a towel here; Obi-Wan could be a bit too much sometimes. But Anakin liked him like this anyway.
The older man began cleaning him with the wet wipes, both back and front—he'd already forgotten the condom on his dick—and gathered up everything that was scattered on the classroom floor to throw away with the small wipes. Anakin saw the professor go to the back of the room and retrieve a load of clean clothes from a backpack; which Anakin recognized as the one he'd brought with his things.
"Can you get up for me, my sweet?" The younger man laughed, his dirty mind not surprising Obi-Wan, who glared at him. "Ha ha. I'm being serious."
Anakin stood up, his legs still wobbly from his sex. He used his hands to support himself on Obi-Wan's strong shoulders, who began helping him dress in more comfortable clothes, at least until he got home, where Obi-Wan would force him to bathe with him and where Anakin knew he would live in his underwear for the rest of the day, as usual.
After making the younger boy dress in sweatpants and his favorite t-shirt, — not that Anakin had that many — Obi-Wan felt his long arms around his neck and kisses all over his face, his body pressed against his again.
Obi-Wan took this as a clear sign that Anakin wanted to be carried, he knew him well, after all.
Easily lifting the taller boy onto his lap and leaning against the table behind them, he caresses his boyfriend's clearly tired face. "Anakin, what was that kiss about?"
Obi-Wan asked, seeing the boy sigh. “I just felt like it, that’s all.”
“I thought you didn’t want me kissing you.” He chuckled, kissing his boyfriend's forehead. “You said yourself it ruined the immersion of the scene.”
"I know... but I couldn't help it, it was so hot seeing you like that." Anakin knew that kind of scene wasn't exactly Obi-Wan's cup of tea, the whole non-consent thing. But he had been truly good. "You did so well, Obi-Wan."
"Do you really think so?"
Anakin smiled, nodding. He briefly kissed the older man's lips.
“Since we are on the subject of unplanned things..” Obi-Wan closed his eyes in shame, he knew very well what Anakin was talking about.
“I don’t know, I just.. I thought it would suit the scene, I should have asked you first—”
A long finger from Anakin in front of his mouth made him stop talking immediately, the young man looking at him with clear affection on his face.
“Don’t worry about it, daddy.” Obi-Wan sighed, defeated. “I liked it, it just took me by surprise.”
Then they hugged there for a long time, until Anakin started to feel like he was working better to go out in public after an intense session like that.