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Anakin Skywalker: the force’s child, the Chosen One, one of the most powerful Jedi in existence, a respected Jedi Knight and General, the Hero Without Fear, undone between Obi-Wan’s thighs and begging to eat and fuck his pussy.
Obi-Wan moaned loudly and unabashedly. He could just come right then and there.
And it was just a normal Tuesday night.
If only Anakin could — and Obi-Wan knew he would — he would never part himself from his Master’s pussy. Of course, he loved Obi-Wan Kenobi, his master, his best friend, his brother, his lover, and his other half of the Dyad, but even Anakin had to admit that Obi-Wan had the best pussy in the entire galaxy. And he was not biased, at all.
“Anakin…” Obi-Wan sighed, carding his hand through Anakin’s curls. Obi-Wan was supposed to get some work done, to go through the mountain of paperwork, but instead, Anakin barged through his office with a mischievous smile as he demanded Obi-Wan to prop his legs on his desk — and well, Obi-Wan was a weak man, never able to deny Anakin anything — as he pushed Obi-Wan’s chair back and settled right in front of him. Anakin easily discarded Obi-Wan’s trousers to the side. He eyed Obi-Wan’s panty-clad pussy hungrily and gave the fabric a sloppy lick before pushing them to the side and diving straight in.
Obi-Wan groaned, feeling too hot like he had too many layers on and doing anything else except spreading his legs to get his pussy licked at and moaning seemed too much of a hard task.
The datapad fell from Obi-Wan’s hand at a particularly delicious suck on his clit and he grinded his hips to meet Anakin’s eager tongue. He opened his legs wider, making more room for Anakin to explore his pussy. “Anakin, I was working,” he whined, hands going to clutch and the younger man’s curls to push Anakin’s tongue deeper into his pussy.
Anakin pulled away to catch his breath, slick coating his lips and his blue eyes twinkling with hunger as he inserted two fingers in Obi-Wan’s cunt and started fingering him, wet squelching noises resonated in the tiny office had Obi-Wan’s blush to spread from his neck to the tips of his ears. “I don’t know, Master,” Anakin drawled, pushing in a third finger easily, “you are very wet. You seem to be enjoying this a lot.”
Obi-Wan huffed. It's not like he could disagree. He’d rather get his pussy eaten than work through the mountain of paperwork. He looked at his datapad. He could easily summon it with the Force but, he thought, I deserve to be pampered and get my pussy eaten. “Anakin,” he whined, spreading his legs even wider and giving small tugs in Anakin's hair, “please eat my pussy.”
“Always so polite, my Master,” Anakin grinned wickedly before diving face deeper in his pussy, pushing his tongue as far as he could go and tasting him, basking and groaning. He made an ungodly noise and some incomprehensible mutterings and praises that made Obi-Wan blush even harder and hide his face behind his arm. “Fuck, you taste so good, Obi-Wan. I can eat your cunt every day. I want to kriffing drown in it.”
“Anakin.” Was all Obi-Wan could say, body drowning in a sea of pleasure as Anakin ate his pussy like a starved man, wild and aggressive, like it was his last supper — as if he didn’t eat his pussy this very morning. Obi-Wan legs twitched over his desk, already feeling like being pushed over the edge. “Anakin, oh Anakin, dear one.” He moaned, toes curling as Anakin licked and sucked at his clit.
Obi-Wan comes with a high whine, pussy squirting and getting Anakin's handsome face all wet and messy. Anakin licked it all up, fingers catching his slick and pushing them in his mouth with a loud groan. Obi-Wan had to mewl at the sight, and when Anakin was done, he looked up with a big grin, absolutely satisfied. “Thank you, Master.”
With his hand outstretched, Anakin summoned a towel to clean his face and Obi-Wan didn’t even have the energy to admonish him for his frivolous use of the Force, still riding high on his mindblowing orgasm.
Anakin grinned, dropping the towel on the floor and unzipping his pants, getting his cock out and giving it a few quick pumps. “Think you can go again, Master?”
If Obi-Wan had the energy, he would have slapped Anakin but instead, he nodded agreeably, “Yes, Anakin.” Because Obi-Wan tried as he might, he could never deny Anakin anything. The blinding smile he got in return would be worth the sore pussy in the morning because the elder knew Anakin would not stop at just wringing two orgasms out of Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan moaned at how easily he was manhandled and put back down on his desk, legs hanging off Anakin’s broad shoulders, his panties dangling from his right foot. Anakin slapped the head of his cock a few times against his slit, rubbing against his clit and teasingly popping the thick head inside. “Anakin, don’t tease me.”
“Of course, Master.” Anakin slammed his cock inside in one fluid motion, pressing in deep with a guttural groan. “Going to fuck you and get you pregnant with my children.”
“Oh my god, Anakin. Shut up and fuck me.” Obi-Wan drew the younger man closer with his legs and pulled him in a forceful kiss, all tongue and spit.
Obi-Wan didn’t get anything done that night. Or the morning after that.
Just a regular Thursday night for them.
“So, Master,” Anakin drawled, his tone bright and hopeful.
Ah, that tone was a prerequisite for something bad and Obi-Wan could feel his blood pressure rising already. He’s not going to like whatever Anakin is going to say next. He just knew it. “Anakin.” He deadpanned.
“Master.”
They were locked in a staring contest for a minute before Obi-Wan's eyes followed what Anakin had put on his desk. “What’s that?”
“Master, that’s called a fleshlight.” Anakin gestured at the damned thing on the table. It had a black handle and at the end was something that resembled a vagina. It was very pink and glistening. It looked almost too real.
“I know what that is Anakin.” Obi-Wan frowned, not seeing where all of this was leading up to.
“Well, you see,” Anakin leaned against the table, still very easygoing as if he knew that Obi-Wan would cave in, “I did a bit of wiring and routing, and made a few Force connections.”
“Force connections?” Obi-Wan parroted dumbly.
“Yes, the Force works in mysterious ways,” Anakin shrugged nonchalantly before dropping the bomb, “Anyway, it’s connected to your pussy.”
Obi-Wan blinked stupidly, rubbing at his ears and wondered if he heard it correctly. His mouth dropped as the realisation sunk in. “Anakin, no! You’d be out of control!”
“Anakin, yes!”
“Anakin, no!” Obi-Wan tried to snatch the fleshlight but Anakin — probably sensing the disturbance in the Force, the Force’s favourite that he was, curse him — snatched the toy away before the elder could and ran out of Obi-Wan’s reach.
“Come on, Master, let me have this!” Anakin yelled, dodging Obi-Wan, “I’ll be gone for a month!”
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan screeched, running after his wayward former Padawan. “My pussy barely gets any break already!”
“Master! It’s my love language! I can’t be apart from your pussy! It will kill me!”
Obi-Wan cursed up a storm, igniting his lightsaber as he chased the cackling man down around their apartment. “You insufferable, unbelievable, selfish—“ Bastard!
Why was Obi-Wan even in love with that bastard?
It was quite an eventful day at the Jedi Temple. Which was nothing out of the ordinary.
(Thank the Force for good soundproofing.)
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Obi-Wan had refused to see Anakin off, although he did hug Ahsoka before she had to depart, and he gave Anakin the cold shoulder. The Temple was already gossiping about their lover’s quarrel, and even Mace Windu raised an eyebrow to see Obi-Wan loitering everywhere except for at the hangar. But the Jedi Master wisely said nothing, although his eyebrow raised spoke volumes.
Kriff them.
Obi-Wan huffed if only they knew what his former Padawan did. It was the first night in a while that Obi-Wan slept alone while Anakin was in the Temple with him, he had shut his door right in Anakin’s face and locked it from the inside. Anakin had yowled like a wildcat and scratched the door to be let in.
The night before they had to depart for their Mid Rim mission, the elder had almost caved in at the insistent banging on his door and his mental shields. He had almost opened his door to let Anakin inside so they could bask in each other's presence one last time before the Jedi Knight went on his campaign. Just then, he remembered that Anakin essentially made Obi-Wan into his personal fuck toy. Obi-Wan was allowed to be crass to his lover.
Obi-Wan turned around on his side, throwing the covers over his head. He’s mad at Anakin, even if he missed him terribly already.
Obi-Wan was a weak man. He had missed Anakin's bulking mass plastered against his back, his arms wound tightly around his body and his big hands splayed across his chest, calloused fingers sometimes pinching at his nipples and squeezing his chest. Obi-Wan even missed the weight of Anakin’s cock in his pussy as he cockwarmed him throughout the night. It was their routine. Obi-Wan was content and full, and Anakin happy to provide, their Force signatures entwined like they were one entity.
When Obi-Wan woke up, he felt terribly empty. Something didn’t feel right. There were no traces of Anakin, his pussy didn’t gape nor did Anakin’s cum trickle out of his pussy.
He missed Anakin already. And it had just been a day. Maybe he should have sneaked into Anakin’s room instead and pretended to be sleepwalking. Yes, sleepwalking right onto his lover’s cock -- who would believe him?
Obi-Wan sighed, carding a hand through his hair before throwing the covers to the side to start his morning routine and day. He had a Council meeting to attend and initiate classes to teach, and maybe for a late meal, he’d go to Dex’s instead of going to the cafeteria.
It happened on a normal Wednesday. Obi-Wan had a relaxed morning, he meditated, groomed his beard and went off to attend the council meeting looking well-put and meticulous. He sat in his chair, leg crossed over his thigh like usual and every fold of his robes neat and pressed.
The meeting was boring. The young Knight who didn’t have much of an interesting mission and was droning on about some flora typical to that planet, didn’t help relieve any of Obi-Wan’s boredom. It seemed that his recounting wasn’t going to end any time soon. If Anakin were here, the younger would have already booed the other off the stage -- well, internally he did, and it never failed to make Obi-Wan hide a chuckle disguised as a cough. Yoda would probably give them a nasty glare as if sensing some disturbance in the Force.
Obi-Wan’s mind wandered to Anakin again. The Jedi Master had been on edge for three days, wondering when Anakin was planning on using the fleshlight that was connected to his pussy. Three days seemed like a long time for a man who was usually very impatient. Even Obi-Wan had been impressed that Anakin managed to stay more than a day away from his cunt. And maybe that was why he let his guard down, which in hindsight was a mistake as he felt the telltale touch of Anakin’s fingers teasing his slit. Obi-Wan gasped, flinching in his seat as he felt Anakin’s tongue on his pussy, licking his folds.
“Obi-Wan, are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Obi-Wan gritted out, crossing his legs and sitting a bit higher in his Council chair. Obi-Wan wanted to blend in with his chair, embarrassment and anxiousness flooding through his body, he was grateful that his beard covered most of his rising flush. Obi-Wan tightened his shields so no emotion would leak out — he wouldn’t be able to look his fellow Councilmembers in the face if they caught a wisp of his arousal projected in the Force.
Obi-Wan sent a scolding Anakin! through their bond, but he was ignored. Obi-Wan wanted to roll his eyes, of course, Anakin had chosen to ignore him. Of course. Anakin, that bastard. OBi-Wan would give the younger man a thorough tongue-bashing when they met again. Anakin knew his itinerary. He knew exactly that Obi-Wan would be attending a Council meeting.
Obi-Wan clutched hard at the arms of his seat until his knuckles turned white and bit hard on his lips as his pussy was aggressively being eaten out by his former Padawan, the elder could feel himself getting wetter as Anakin licked all of his good spots, reaching deep with his tongue. Small beads of sweat started to form on his forehead at how hard he tried to control his emotions and his body from flinching violently as Anakin introduced a long digit into his pussy, pressing on his sweet spot with ease. Obi-Wan toes curled in his boots. He wanted to moan and whine, to spread his legs a bit wider for Anakin to reach deeper inside of him. Obi-Wan wanted to cum.
Obi-Wan wondered if his fellow Jedi Masters could hear the loud squelching of his pussy. He chanced a glance around the room and saw them being preoccupied with some holomap of some planet -- he stopped listening to anything the first time he felt Anakin’s lips on his cunt -- Obi-Wan pretended to be attentive as if he wasn’t getting his pussy licked and fingerbanged at that moment.
It was a torturous Council meeting. He was a sweaty, flinching mess who could barely form any coherent sentence, his pussy too overstimulated after coming three times in a row. He almost cried tears of relief as the meeting was adjourned and the Members started to trickle out. Obi-Wan stood up on shaky legs, feeling like taking every step was torture.
“Are you alright, Obi-Wan? You’re shaking quite badly.”
“Y-yes,” he managed to grunt out, giving a wobbly smile, “I just cut the blood circulation in my legs.”
Master Plo Koon nodded in understanding, giving him a sympathetic pat on the shoulders before he exited the chambers. Obi-Wan scrunched his nose as he saw the questionable wet patch on his council seat. He straightened his robes before he stumbled out the doors.
Obi-Wan was going to kill Anakin. Well, after tying Anakin up and using his dick as his personal dildo as revenge. Try as he might, he couldn’t deny how turned on he was. His panties were soaked and pussy was thoroughly used.
So for the rest of the day, Obi-Wan went through his day getting his pussy licked at the most unpredictable of times. He suspected that was how the rest of his days would be for the next month.
A small part of him was excited to be used whenever and wherever. Not that he’d admit it.
On the fourth day, Anakin was galaxies away, probably strategizing their moves with Rex trying to stop Anakin from barging into the Separatists’ stronghold, guns and lightsaber blazing with no thought and just the intent to kill. Or Obi-Wan is giving them too much credit since they both enable each other to do the worst nonsensical things, and with Ahsoka leering them both on to do even worse. Honestly, he’s too biased, he is definitely giving them too much credit.
Obi-Wan wondered when he’d get Rex’s reports and the headache that followed him whenever he read the recounting of Anakin’s shenanigans. Ashoka wasn’t any better, but at least she still had some self-preservation. Anakin had none and was all too happy to fling himself headfirst into battle while doing a totally over-the-top and really unnecessary triple backflip.
Obi-Wan sighed as he shook away any lingering thoughts of his young lover, who had made Obi-Wan cock warm him all night after fucking Obi-Wan through two more mind-numbing orgasms the moment the elder stumbled into his bed, shaking and too overstimulated from their earlier trysts.
The morning after, Obi-Wan woke up to his pussy being a gaping mess, Anakin’s load trickling out his folds as he looked at his cunt dumbly, wondering how in the Force this was even possible. He had Anakin's cum in him, Anakin who was galaxies away. The force working in mysterious ways didn’t cut it! This was unexplainable! What kind of Force shenanigans did Anakin create?!
Obi-Wan was working through his katas when he felt the tip of Anakin’s dick poking his slit, just teasing the opening. Obi-Wan's eyes widened in alarm. He had to get out. Immediately.
Obi-Wan powered off his lightsaber, clipping it on his belt and running out of the dojo in a hurry. Obi-Wan prayed that no one would stop him. He couldn’t do it today, nor with how Anakin was insistently rubbing at his clit with the tip of his cock. He needed to be in his quarters, on his bed, back arched and getting his pussy fucked with no intermission from outside forces.
Please, don’t talk to me. Pleasedonttalktome.
“Master Kenobi!”
Obi-Wan halted dead in his tracks, swallowing the curses before turning around with a charming smile on his face. “Yes?” Please don’t ask me to spar. Pleasedontaskmetospar.
“Care for a friendly spar?” Mace Windu asked, any other day Obi-Wan would have jumped at the opportunity to face one of the best duelists of the Order, except not when Anakin was slowly pushing his way into his pussy, feeding him inch after inch and all Obi-Wan wanted to do was moan and groan and tell the man to kriff off because Obi-Wan was getting his guts rearranged—
“Yes, it would be my pleasure. It’s been a long time since we last had a duel.” Obi-Wan agreed easily. Oh, I hate myself.
In no time they stood opposite each other with their lightsaber ignited and drawing a whole crowd of curious onlookers. Obi-Wan wondered if it was too late to throw in the towel, what the kriff was he thinking?
They gave each other a respectful bow.
Obi-Wan easily transitioned in his opening stance of Soresu, his lightsaber over his head and his other arm stretched out in a taunt. Obi-Wan ground his teeth together, feeling how Anakin slowly pulled in and out, as if savouring the feel of Obi-Wan’s pussy clenched tightly around his large dick. The elder hoped that his young lover would stay this patient. Please, he begged through their bond, don’t do anything, Anakin.
Obi-Wan could almost cry in relief as Anakin stopped pumping his cock in and out, instead bottomed out and stayed there, filling Obi-Wan all nice and full. Thank the Force that Anakin sometimes listened to him. He had to make it quick, he didn’t know when his lover’s patience would run out.
With all the elegance he could muster of having a dick stuffing his pussy to the brim, Obi-Wan chose form V instead. Windu raised his eyebrows in curiosity before he switched from his preferred Vaapad to Soresu instead.
There were hollers and catcalls as the crowd became even wilder when the two Masters of their respective lightsaber forms chose the opposite instead.
In a split second, they were at each other's, lightsabers sparkling in clashing hues.
Attack. Block. Parry. Dodge. Attack. Block. Parry. Dodge. Repeat.
Their movements were a flurry of light and sparks as they danced around each other. They were evenly matched, breathing synchronised as they traded blows. Their spar became more vigorous as they looked at each other with matching manic grins on their faces, the blows coming down harder with the use of the Force.
Obi-Wan almost forgot the weight of Anakin’s dick in his pussy if not for the younger reminding him of its presence with a hard jab to his sweet spot. Obi-Wan moaned out loud, tripping over his foot and nearly tumbling on the mat if not for his reflexes catching himself at the last moment and rolling far away from Windu’s range.
Obi-Wan winced, not his most graceful moment. The elder had to bite down on moans as Anakin started to move once more, pressing in deep with languid strokes. The younger man had lost his patience. Obi-Wan had to end this quickly.
Obi-Wan's eyes flitted around the training salle for a solution, trying to wait and wear the other down would take time he didn’t have. A thought struck him, it could work or backfire on him but that might be the only chance he had. With a devious grin, he charged at Mace Windu, who locked his body in a defensive stance, and when he was almost in range for a parry, he threw his lightsaber at the other Master and dove down, performing a clean leg sweep that took the man down. Obi-Wan took no time at all to twist the taller man midair and lock Windu’s arm in a classic arm bar, pressing down on the other’s master’s shoulders with his thigh.
Their chest heaved from exertion, eyes blown wide as they locked eyes.
A beat passed, then two more before Mace gave a gentle tap on his thigh, signalling his defeat. Obi-Wan released his hold and stood up, extending his hand in offer. “That was dirty, Kenobi.” Master Windu said as he stood back on his feet, straightening his askew robes.
Obi-Wan just laughed, his eyes twinkling with mirth that had the other Master shaking his head, summoning his lightsaber back to his hand with the use of the Force and clipping it back on his belt. “I thought it was innovative.” He chirped cheekily.
Mace Windu gave him a pat on his shoulder, “You should stop following in Knight Skywalker’s examples.”
Obi-Wan just nodded and smiled, giving his bow to their audience. “I have to go, Mace. Paperwork is calling my name.”
Windu winced painfully, knowing all too well. “Good luck, Obi-Wan.”
“Thank you, my friend.”
Obi-Wan quickened his pace as Anakin started to plough in his pussy. Please, dear heart, just a minute.
No. Was Anakin's curt response, giving a harder thrust that had Obi-Wan lurching with a cry. You’ve made me wait long enough, Obi-Wan.
Oh, Anakin wasn’t going to stop. The elder slipped into the first room he saw, closing the door behind him with a hiss and using the Force to lock the doors. He pushed his leggings down to his ankles, spread his legs as wide as he could and braced his one elbow against the wall and his other hand stifling the noises he made. “Ah- ah…Anakin!” He mewled, head thumping against the wall as Anakin was fucking him relentlessly, harder and rougher until all Obi-Wan could do was sob and squirm, his legs shaking from the effort of keeping him standing.
You like that, Master? Like being my breeding bitch? Have my cock fill your pussy?
Anakin was whispering filthy nothings in his head using their Bond. It was like he was really there behind him and whispering in his ears. Obi-Wan sobbed out a moan. Obi-Wan wanted him here, no, needed him here. He wanted to feel Anakin’s weight pressing him down, his hands gripping his waist and hips and leaving bruises and for Anakin to kiss and mark his neck. Obi-Wan wanted to be owned. He wanted Anakin.
Anakin, please! Obi-Wan begged, I want you so much.
Fuck, Master, I want to see you. I want to know how debauched you look. I want to see your cock-drunk face, drooling for my cock in your messy, wet cunt.
Anakin fucked until they both came. Obi-Wan’s body tensed as he felt Anakin’s hot cum shoot inside. The Jedi Master didn’t get to work through the tremors of his orgasm when Anakin started to fuck him again, thick cock sliding in and out at a fast pace that had Obi-Wan sliding to the ground in a crouch, watching how his pussy clenched and squirted around Anakin’s dick.
Obi-Wan didn’t know how much time had passed before Anakin stopped, filling him up with one last load. Obi-Wan breathed out a sigh of relief when Anakin pulled his cock out, giving Obi-Wan’s cunt affectionate pats and rubs with his fingers. Obi-Wan groaned as Anakin started to play with his clit, pinching and rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Anakin, please stop. I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much!
Alright, Master. You were so good to me. Anakin gave his gaping hole a slobbering kiss before parting ways.
Obi-Wan panted in relief. It’s finally over. His body shook all over as he redressed himself, his leggings soaked with his juices and Anakin’s cum dripping from his pussy.
He was a mess.
On the fifth day, Obi-Wan was glad that Anakin seemed to be too busy to play with his pussy and he had a blissful day of not having his cunt filled and overstimulated to the point of sobbing and crying. It was quiet, it was serene. Obi-Wan managed to drink his tea in peace without Anakin fucking his brains out. It was a good day to start on his mountain of paperwork, he eyed the stacks with distaste.
He downed the cup in one gulp, savouring his last mouthful before he wouldn’t have the time to drink for the rest of the day.
On the sixth and seventh day, Anakin still seemed to be too busy to play with his pussy. Obi-Wan sincerely hoped Anakin managed to misplace the fleshlight in what Obi-Wan liked to call the junkyard that was Anakin’s quarters. But of course, that’s just wishful thinking, Anakin’s too attached to Obi-Wan’s pussy, Anakin’s own words had the elder rolling his eyes.
When night on Coruscant fell, Obi-Wan was on the couch wearing one of Anakin’s tunics that was too large on him, a steaming cup of his favourite Alderaan blend on the table and a datapad playing a sappy romcom holodrama in his hand when he felt it. He could feel familiar fingers starting to play with his pussy absentmindedly. Obi-Wan smiled, it seemed even though Anakin was busy, the younger didn’t forget about him.
Obi-Wan spread his legs a tad bit wider for easier access and focused back on his holodrama. It reminded him of their routine when they were on the planet.
Anakin would sidle behind him when he was finally finished with tinkering at a poor droid he snatched up from Force knew where. Anakin would be a steady presence behind his back, their Force signature intertwining in pleasure. Obi-Wan would shift and open his legs in silent invitation for the younger to start playing with his cunt.
Obi-Wan breathed out a soft moan as Anakin started to play with his clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in lazy circles. He revelled in the feeling, letting the pleasure slowly simmer in his belly for a few more minutes before he let the holodrama take his attention again.
Obi-Wan remembered that it was about to get to the good part: their dramatic confession in the rain.
The second week passed in almost a similar fashion. Obi-Wan woke up to cum pooling around his gaping cunt and getting fucked all over the Temple when he was trying to fulfil his duties as a Jedi Master and Councilmember. He didn’t get any rest either during the evening, Anakin always playing with his pussy one way or another, whether it was tonguing or fingering or simply rubbing his clit.
Obi-Wan didn’t get any breaks.
Anakin must have forgotten how easy it was to slide his cock inside the fleshlight and to use and abuse it, but it was very much a real pussy -- Obi-Wan’s pussy -- and he went at it like a maniac.
Obi-Wan had a mind to send Anakin a very angry comm message. He was running out of bacta to soothe his sore pussy and Obi-Wan didn’t want to go to the Halls of Healing to replenish his low stock. He’d probably give every Healer a heart attack if he went to the Halls voluntarily, no, it was out of the question. It seemed like he had to suffer in silence and curse Anakin into oblivion. Obi-Wan hoped with some evil glee that the Knight’s campaign was on some backwater sandy planet -- Anakin hated sand.
Obi-Wan moaned and writhed on the bed as another orgasm was wrung out of his overstimulated body. He had lost count of how many times he had come already, and Anakin still wasn’t done with him, fucking him to the nth orgasm, their Bond ringing with pleasure and choruses of ‘Master, Master’ as Anakin chased his high and climaxed deep inside Obi-Wan, his cock still not flagging and buried deep inside the Master’s core.
Obi-Wan's chest heaved, his body trembling and unable to lift a finger as he fell into a deep slumber, absolutely exhausted as Anakin continued to use his pussy.
It was at the beginning of the third week that Obi-Wan couldn’t take it anymore. He woke up to more cum leaking out of his cunt and hissing as he rubbed the last of his bacta over his folds to soothe the soreness and tenderness.
He stumbled out of his bed with determination and a limp in his step. Anakin had overdone it -- again. If Anakin wanted to use Obi-Wan like a fuck toy, he should at least take proper care of his pussy. That was his responsibility! As a proper lover should!
Obi-Wan came out of the refresher steaming and red, carefully dressing himself and forgoing his panties since they get ruined with his slick and the younger’s cum anyways.
He took a seat in his chair, taking one last look in the mirror to make sure no strand of hair was out of place and that his beard was nice and trim, he looked every bit of an immaculate Jedi. Obi-Wan reached through their Bond and got an immediate response, happiness and love filling him up to the seams and he almost forgot that he was mad at Anakin.
Obi-Wan took out the private comlink Anakin gave him when they needed to be discreet and didn’t want the Council snooping in their business. He punched in the numbers he remembered by heart and didn’t have to wait too long for Anakin to pick up.
“Master!” Anakin said, grinning from ear to ear, looking none the wiser, as if he wasn’t the bane of existence in Obi-Wan’s life right now. He looked like he was fresh from battle, his curls wild and untamed, with a few specks of dust and grime dotting his handsome face.
Obi-Wan simply nodded, “Anakin.”
Anakin must have recognised the elder’s tone as he flinched as if he had done something wrong -- which he did -- and looked sheepishly. “How are you, my love?”
“Don’t change the subject. You know what you’ve done.”
“I’m sorry?” Anakin didn’t look sorry at all.
Obi-Wan took a deep breath, trying to remember the Code.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
Kriff the Code. There was emotion and he shall know no peace!
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan hissed before he launched into a full tirade, cursing up a storm, stringing expletives he learned from the younger and using against said man and his most meanest, nastiest eloquence befitting of his moniker: the Negotiator. Obi-Wan’s chest heaved when he was finally done with his monologue, all of his accumulated frustration finally spilling out in a ten-minute-long tirade. He fell bonelessly back against his chair, anger seeping out of his body and his mind became calm again.
He finally looked at Anakin and saw his face, no matter how blue and blurry it was through the holo, he could still clearly make out the love and besottedness, his smile adoringly. “What?” Obi-Wan bit out.
“I just— I really love you, Master.”
Obi-Wan's eyebrows flew to his hairline. “Did you hear anything I said?” Obi-Wan wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t. Anakin had the uncanny ability to block out any sort of nagging, much to his chagrin.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Anakin apologised sincerely. “I’ll take better care of your pussy and rub it with Bacta every night when I’m done.”
Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing a tired hand through his beard. That was probably the best he could get from Anakin. “Well, I’m glad you understand me, dear one.” Obi-Wan crossed his legs, “Now tell me, how’s the siege progressing?”
Anakin gave him a wild, feral grin.
It was the very next day that he got the news that he and his 212th would be shipped out to help Anakin and his 501st with their siege. Obi-Wan had given a curt nod to his fellow Jedi as he received the mission report and messaged Commander Cody to prepare the Star Destroyer so they could leave ASAP.
“May the Force be with you, General Kenobi.”
“And with you.” Obi-Wan bowed back politely before he left the door with a gentle swish of his robes. There’s an extra haste in his steps as he hurried along the corridors to get back to his quarters. He was happy to finally spring back into action and leave the tedious mountain of paperwork and Council duties behind.
With his bag retrieved, he hurried to the Temple’s hangar where The Negotiator, his flagship, loomed in sight and Commander Cody, who was waiting for him. “Cody, I hope you’ve had a good rest.”
“Glad to be back, General. We were getting restless.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “Then let us depart.”
When Obi-Wan settled in his quarters after having a debrief. It would take a day through hyperspace before they could join Anakin and his fleet. Obi-Wan shed his robes, letting out a soft moan as he felt the telltale sign of Anakin’s tongue running over his folds and the sound of his private comlink beeping. “Anakin, must you be so impatient?” He said in lieu of a greeting, throwing a heated glare at Anakin’s blurry holo. He lurched as there was another hard lick, pushing past his folds and diving right in. “Anakin!”
Anakin pulled away, throwing a shit-eating grin over the toy. “You should strip out of your robes, Master. You don’t want to dirty them so soon.”
Obi-Wan panted exasperatedly, “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You love me too much. You let me do anything, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan hated it whenever Anakin was right -- Anakin could turn to the Dark Side, slaughter everyone and Obi-Wan could still see good in him and love him. He just huffed and rolled his eyes, shimmying out of his clothes and folding them neatly.
“Faster, Master,” Anakin said impatiently.
“Do exercise some patience, Anakin. It would do you good.” Obi-Wan retorted as he placed his clothes on his desk. He could see Anakin rolling his eyes, lazily stroking his cock. He lay on his bed, spreading his legs apart.
They both gasped as Anakin pushed in, sheathing himself fully in, stretching Obi-Wan to the limits. “Kriff, Master, I wish you were here in person. I want to fuck you, Obi-wan. I missed you, Master.”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan moaned, hands curling and fisting his sheets. “I missed you too. I want you.”
“Master.” Anakin grunted, thrusting his hips fast and uncontrollably. “Master.” Anakin didn’t last long, spilling his cum with a long grunt. His cock was still hard and pistoning.
Obi-wan came around Anakin’s thrusting cock, his slick squirting around the thick length as he writhed in his bed, back arched as pleasure wrecked through his body. “Dear one, don’t stop.” He begged, wishing that Anakin was here with him right now, so he could wrap his legs and arms around the younger, cling to his broad shoulders and muffle his wanton moans in Anakin’s neck.
“Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan.” Anakin chanted like a mantra, fucking the elder’s pussy even harder and faster, filling him up with more cum.
Lost in their throes of passion, Obi-Wan didn’t know when he passed out. He groaned as he came back to his senses, plugged and filled to the brim with Anakin’s cum. He looked down, Obi-Wan looked like he could be pregnant with how stretched taut his stomach was.
Obi-Wan groaned, head falling back on his pillow. He’d deal with this later.
Obi-Wan felt like he could breathe easier when he set foot on Anakin’s flagship. He felt giddy, the Force simmering with a palpable energy, excited. He tried not to show his apparent eagerness behind the mask of a stoic Jedi Master, but each step closer to the debriefing room felt like belonging.
The meeting room opened with a hiss as Anakin, Ahsoka and Rex came into view, the three of them snapping their heads up from the terrain maps. Obi-Wan had to exercise all of his control not to barrel into Anakin’s side even when the Force beckoned him to.
“Master Obi-Wan!” Ahsoka greeted him cheerfully, giving him a quick hug, which he reciprocated and gave her head a fond pat. “Commander Cody!”
“I hope all of you have been well?” Obi-Wan asked, rounding the table to give Rex a firm handshake, then standing beside Anakin, their shoulders almost touching. “Dear one,” he whispered softly, giving the younger an affectionate touch on his elbow that he let linger for more than necessary. Obi-Wan let out a soft contented sigh when Anakin’s hand found his lower back, letting it rest there proprietarily.
With everyone settled, Ahsoka started her briefing.
It was almost hard to focus with the way that Anakin’s Force signature was slowly coiling around him like a snake, his hand heavy on Obi-Wan’s lower back. The elder once had to reprimand him when sly fingers slid down to the cleft of his ass. Anakin, patience.
Anakin shot him a devious grin, giving Obi-Wan’s left asscheek a playful pinch before settling back on the small of his back.
The meeting continued without much of a hitch and Anakin kept his hand to himself. The younger stood tall and professional, giving quick quips of precise info that had Obi-Wan glowering with pride. Anakin had taken the time to carefully look everything over instead of his usual “fly over, jump out and crush them”. Obi-Wan would have been prouder if Anakin hadn’t let some of his shields intentionally slip to project Obi-Wan in varying states of undress and different positions with his cunt stuffed full of the younger’s cock.
Obi-Wan was glad when the meeting finally concluded and they had smoothed out their plan of action without the Jedi Master barely having to step in to provide additional details.
Ahsoka was quick to bid her farewell and drag the two clones with her, giving them the knowing stink eye. “Bye. Let’s leave them to it!”
“Please don’t destroy anything.” Cody quipped and Obi-Wan had to groan, wanting to hide his shame between his hands if it weren’t for Anakin forcing the door shut and hugging him tight.
“Kriff, I missed you, master. It was agonising not being able to touch you properly.” Anakin groaned, taking a lungful of Obi-Wan’s scent, peppering his pale neck with kisses.
The elder burrowed deeper into Anakin’s broad chest, feeling happy and content to be in his strong arms once more. “I missed you, too, dear one.”
Anakin tilted Obi-Wan’s chin up, capturing his lips in a kiss. It was much slower than he expected, soft and slow, intimate, before Anakin slowly pushed his tongue inside
Obi-Wan's groan was swallowed by Anakin’s mouth as the younger placed hands on his hips and spun them around to push him against the wall, one arm braced over his head.
Insistent hands were tugging at his robes, trying to peel them off. “Anakin, wait,” he gasped, pushing at the younger’s broad chest. “Not here.”
Anakin looked at him, eyes wide and imploring, his lips forming a pout. “Master, I can’t wait anymore.”
“You talk as if you haven’t been kriffing me for almost every day.” The elder huffed, trying to push Anakin’s hard chest away.
“It’s not the same, Master,” Anakin whined, insistent hands pawing at Obi-Wan’s robes, “and you know it.”
Obi-Wan sighed, knowing that he had already caved in. “Yes, but don’t tear my robes, dear one.” Anakin grinned wickedly, licking his lips like a lothcat that got the bluemilk. “Don’t look so smug, Padawan, or else.” He threatened in a low voice. He could easily break free from Anakin’s hold and leave the younger high and dry.
Anakin nodded, hands busy undoing the numerous robes, “I wouldn’t dream of it. Fuck, why do you have to wear so many layers, Obi-Wan? Such a proper Jedi Master and High General,” he whispered huskily, teeth biting the shell of the elder’s ears, “if only they know how much of a slut General Kenobi was for my cock.”
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan cried out admonishingly, “Must you be so crass?”
Anakin just grinned, easily hoisting Obi-Wan in his arms after he undid the last of Obi-Wan’s robes and his boots, trousers off and panties pushed to the side. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the elder’s cunt. “It’s not like I’m wrong, Master. You are leaking, so eager for me to push my cock deep into your pussy and kriff all the rules and codes out of your body. You are a whore just for me.”
Obi-Wan blushed, thanking his beard which hid most of his embarrassment. It’s not like Anakin was lying, he was wet and leaking for the whole debrief. He buried his nose in Anakin’s neck, muttering, “Just fuck me.”
“Be nicer to me, Master,” Anakin teased, slowly pushing the tip in before pulling out to rub at Obi-Wan’s sensitive clit.
The elder pulled his head back to glare at Anakin from under his lashes and -- something which he would vehemently deny later -- pouted. “Anakin.” Obi-Wan despised the younger, when he should be patient, he was impatient, when he should be impatient, he was the most patient man.
“Come on, Master. Beg me, or it won’t go in.” Anakin squeezed the elder’s pert asscheeks.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. Of course, the younger would find ways to torture him. Without ceremony, he pulled Anakin into a deep kiss, sloppy and full of urgency, which Anakin easily reciprocated. It had been too long for both of them. He mapped the insides of the younger’s mouth, remembering the taste of Anakin. Obi-Wan grasped Anakin’s cock with his right hand, tracing a finger on the vein running up Anakin’s cock and angling his cock against his pussy before slowly sinking down on the thick length with a low moan.
“Finally.” They both gasped. Obi-Wan clung on tight to Anakin’s broad shoulders, pulling away from Anakin’s mouth to moan in his neck.
“Hold on tight, Obi-Wan.” Anakin warned, pressing Obi-Wan harder against the wall as he thrust in rough, quick and deep strokes. Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered close as Anakin started to pick up pace, his mouth littering Anakin’s neck with bites to muffle his wanton mewls of pleasure.
They both groaned and moaned as Anakin moved his hips faster and faster. Obi-Wan whimpered as he was embarrassingly quick to come, a few more well-placed thrusts against his gspot had his body locking and pussy clamping on tight around the younger’s hard cock, coming with a squirt. Anakin was quick to follow, catching Obi-Wan’s lips in a quick kiss, murmuring, “Fuck, I missed this. You’re so hot, Master. I could keep fucking you.”
They kissed sloppily, Anakin pushing away from the wall and walking backwards. He groaned as Anakin reached a hand out, summoning something with the Force, how the younger was able to carry him with one arm. The sheer display of power had the elder leaking more slick and Anakin grinned knowingly. It got him all hot and bothered, a burning need cooling in the pits of his stomach hungering for more and ready to snap. He kissed the other impatiently, tugging at sweaty curls.
A chair was summoned into Anakin’s waiting hand, Obi-Wan was too busy clenching around the younger’s cock to think about the logistics and statistics of furnishing. How they had chairs all along in the command centre and didn’t use them would have baffled him any other day when he wasn’t trying to get off.
Anakin lowered himself on the chair and, with both feet planted firmly on the ground, Obi-Wan started to ride Anakin’s cock, bouncing up and down. Obi-Wan twisted his hands in Anakin’s curls, tugging at his head to push his chest in the younger’s face. He mewled, toes curling as Anakin wrapped his lips around his right nipple and sucked hard while the other played with his other sensitive bud. Obi-Wan whined breathlessly, bouncing up and down with the aid of Anakin’s other hand on his hip.
Obi-Wan came with a cry of Anakin’s name on his lips, hips stuttering and stuffed pussy squirting
“Fuck, master,” Anakin panted, rubbing his nose against the elder’s spit-soaked chest. “I want to eat your pussy. I want your pussy on my face while I eat you out and choke on your slick. I want to taste myself on my tongue.”
Obi-Wan nodded along, mind fogged by lust as he caught pieces of Anakin’s monologue, but all was getting too much as he was getting ready to orgasm.
After their first few rounds in the meeting room, Obi-Wan didn’t register much. He went with the flow as Anakin moved and played with his body and pussy to his heart’s content.
Somehow, after minutes? Hours? They made it back to his room and Obi-Wan wouldn’t deny how much he missed being fucked on a bed by Anakin.
Anakin has him completely pinned down on the bed, knees touching his ears and lips locked in a fervent kiss as Anakin set a rough and brutal rhythm that leaves Obi-Wan delirious with pleasure and his pussy burning.
Obi-Wan was sensitive and overstimulated. He winced when Anakin pulled out, a huge amount of cum trickling out of his worn-out pussy. His chest heaved, and he started to become sleepy, his mind foggy. He didn’t register much, mind drifting in complete bliss as Anakin wiped his sweaty, cum soaked body with a wet cloth.
The elder hissed when Anakin touched folds, teeth baring as the touch — no matter how gently done — hurt.
“Sorry, Master,” Anakin said sheepishly, “I’m trying to be very gentle.”
Obi-Wan hummed, a sign for Anakin to continue what he was doing. He was on the cusp of sleep when Anakin joined him back in bed, winding strong arms around his waist and pulling him into a broad chest. Obi-Wan sighed contentedly, nuzzling his nose in Anakin’s neck.
“Goodnight, Master.”
Obi-Wan woke up with a groan, feeling like his body had gone through a grinder. His pussy was tingling, and he cracked an eye open to see Anakin busy devouring his cunt with his mouth and tongue. “Anakin, you beast!” He shouted appalled, taking a pillow from under his head and whacking the younger on the head with it. “Haven't you had enough?!”
Anakin grinned deviously, easily avoiding the hits. “Never.”
“Well, I have had enough. I cannot stand the sight of your genitalia anymore.”
There’s a sly finger stroking Obi-Wan’s perineum, Anakin looking at him with hungry eyes. “Can I fuck your ass then?”
Obi-Wan groaned, sending the younger tumbling out of the bed harshly with a well-placed shove aided by the Force. “I’ll never let you touch me ever again.” He hissed, turning his back towards Anakin.