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Obi-Wan doesn’t think much of it, the first or fiftieth time it happens.
Anakin referring to him as Master still, despite being Knighted.
Anakin does call him by his name too, but he seems oddly determined to continue with the honorific. And Obi-Wan can’t think up any reason to protest it. Though it does make dropping the habit of calling Anakin Padawan more difficult.
Which he is trying to do diligently. Anakin seems quite unhappy when Obi-Wan forgets. It’s not like he truly fails to remember that Anakin is a Knight now. The appellation is just habit. As is Anakin’s use of Master, one must assume.
Obi-Wan does assume. And doesn’t think much else of it. Though he does notice it, each time it happens. Which is a mild distraction he does not need.
“Master here’s what we should do next. I’ll take a detachment and-”
The fifty first time Obi-Wan wonders. The timing is utterly unsuitable, they’re in the middle of battle, but it’s like the spark from two rocks striking against each other and illuminating everything around them. The thought suddenly occurs to him, and he has to swallow back… some kind of noise.
It’s ridiculous and beneath him, to think Anakin means… such a thing, by it. But the idea has swiftly lodged itself in his psyche, and as he listens distractedly to Anakin explaining his plan, he can’t dispel it.
“-you and Cody hold their attention here while me and the men flank them. This should-”
He’ll revisit this later. Surely his mind is just playing tricks on him in the heat of battle. When he re-examines it, the idea will surely be absurd.
He sits down to meditate in the privacy of his bunk on the destroyer once the battle and entire engagement have passed. He slips down into the Force and remembers. He thinks back to that epiphany he had. Immerses himself in the headspace of the moment and the line of thought it caused.
Anakin still calls him that old term of respect. Obi-Wan’s never thought much of it, until suddenly he did. Until suddenly it sounded... loaded.
Quite unhelpfully, his mind decides to conjure a clear imagined Anakin rasping out, “Master.”
It’s not quite in the way he said it in that moment of realisation, it’s less rushed. It’s… soft and breathy and full of meaning.
Obi-Wan grunts in dismay.
Anakin has sounded exactly like that many times in recent months. Like the title of respect is actually… like he means it in a…
Obi-Wan furrows his brow, half pulled out of his meditation by his disquiet. This revelation has thoroughly thrown him. He never imagined this would happen. Anakin’s never given any indication that he feels that way about Obi-Wan.
And Obi-Wan’s never considered touching the student under his care. The idea is abhorrent.
But Anakin is no longer his Padawan, that is what this all circles back around to.
Which doesn’t make it altogether appropriate but does at least make Obi-Wan less uncomfortable with the whole thing. At least Anakin is a Knight, while he…
Calls Obi-Wan Master in a tone like he’s begging to be taken to bed.
“Anakin.”
“Master?”
Is Obi-Wan a perverse, depraved old man for reading what he does from that tone? Is Anakin just being affectionate, teasing even?
It’s not uncommon between previous Masters and Padawans. Obi-Wan can’t tell. He’s not sure.
Anakin shields his thoughts almost all the time now. So despite their training bond enduring an entire year past his Knighting, Obi-Wan can’t get a clue by reading him in the Force.
He only has the way the word sounds on Anakin’s lips, and the Knight’s expression, if it ever gives anything away. Which it rarely does.
Obi-Wan studies him, not too obviously of course, but he looks. He doesn’t find any clues. All he learns is that Anakin is looking back.
“Master I think it’s this way.” Anakin whispers as they both peak around the corner of a hallway into the intersection that branches off in four different directions.
Is his former student trying to drive him insane? Trying to get him to question everything? Is that why he does it? Does he just want to drive Obi-Wan to distraction and see him finally snap? That would be on brand for Anakin.
Always, always ‘Master’. In that same intimate, low tone.
He feels a shiver of arousal run down his spine.
“I can’t sense it, but if you can, let’s go.” Obi-Wan stubbornly ignores it and focuses on their mission.
“Can we Master? It’s been ages since we had Dex’s.” Anakin whines dramatically.
Obi-Wan sighs fondly and shakes his head, “Fine, Anakin, I suppose we have the time.”
Anakin graces him with an exuberant smile that he can’t help but match.
“Master I-” Anakin cuts himself off as Yularen steps into the room for their meeting, perfectly on time.
Anakin doesn’t finish the thought. Clearly whatever it was, he doesn’t think it’s for Yularen’s ears.
“Well, Anakin, Admiral, let us be under way then.” Obi-Wan says stiffly, trying to hide the way his body is reacting to the term. The way it always reacts, now. He doesn’t appear to be growing impervious to it, which is a crying shame. He would like to stop getting aroused constantly in public.
“I don’t think so Master.” Anakin’s tone is one of scepticism. Enough so to raise Obi-Wan’s hackles slightly.
“Well I do, Padawan.” He retorts.
He is shocked right out of his anger by the tiny flicker of heat in Anakin’s gaze. It’s gone so quickly Obi-Wan could have imagined it, but he’s sure he didn’t.
Instead of getting offended by the return of his old designation, Anakin was just turned on by it.
Obi-Wan attempts to file that away and stay on track. He doesn’t know what he’s filing it away for. He can hardly do anything about their mutual… interest.
But he files it away, nonetheless.
“I think Ahsoka could use some instruction, if you have time Master.” Anakin catches up to him in the Negotiator’s halls at the end of the meal shift.
He looks appropriately deferential and eager, like a Padawan asking to be allowed an excursion out of the Temple alone. In fact it is precisely that same expression Obi-Wan remembers from many such occasions years ago. It makes the corner of his mouth lift.
“I do in fact have some time. I have a few reports that must be filed, but I should be free in an hour. I’ll meet you both in the training room?” He offers lightly.
Anakin smiles gratefully, “Thank you Obi-Wan, we’ll be there.”
Truly, Obi-Wan is thankful that Anakin deigns to use his name sometimes. He’d surely have gone to the Dark Side out of sheer sexual frustration by now otherwise.
“Master!” Anakin cries in raw panic.
Obi-Wan’s already sensed the danger and he wrenches the shell zooming his way off course. It goes careening into the dirt several metres away and explodes. It kicks up a bunch of dust and Obi-Wan shields himself and the two troopers behind him, in case of shrapnel.
Before the dust has even settled Anakin’s voice is already calling out, “Are you okay? Master!”
“I’m fine Anakin!” He calls back in answer.
He feels Anakin’s relief down their bond, rather than hears any verbal answer.
Obi-Wan is half tempted to use said bond to politely ask Anakin to stop saying that during battle. It’s distracting and might get him killed one of these days. Also being slightly horny while fighting is in no way a pleasant occurrence. And he’s experienced it way too many times now.
But he doesn’t, of course he doesn’t. He can’t let Anakin know he knows. He constantly reminds himself of that. Nothing can come of it. And Anakin will push and prod if Obi-Wan is anything less than completely oblivious to what he is doing. Obi-Wan would bet a lot of credits on that. Anakin would never let it go, not if Obi-Wan gave a sign of the way it makes him feel.
That doesn’t stop him from dishing out some cool revenge sometimes, though.
“Get over here Padawan! We need to regroup and plan.” He says in his sternest tone.
He knows it’s worked when Anakin’s end of the bond is quickly shielded more heavily. Not letting any of what he’s feeling or thinking through. Obi-Wan allows himself a tiny, satisfied smile before he refocuses on their surroundings.
“Is this one of your plans, Master? You didn’t tell me.” Anakin pants as he jogs up to Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan doesn’t even have to suppress any outward sign of the burst of arousal, he’s so used to it at this point.
“No, this was improvised.” He sighs exasperatedly.
“Odds are good, Master.” Anakin says cheekily.
He’s smiling too.
Obi-Wan feels his dick take an interest in the proceedings and he wills it to stop with mental discipline and Jedi training.
Anakin saying it in that affectionate and teasing tone is one of the worst ways.
“If you say so Master, but-”
Obi-Wan interrupts him, teeth gritted, “Padawan.”
“Master! Wait up!”
“Anakin…” Obi-Wan sighs tiredly.
“Master, I'm not sure-”
When are you? He thinks meanly, mildly irritated by the first stirrings of desire in his gut.
“I always appreciate your insights, Master.” Anakin mocks.
Obi-Wan’s eye doesn’t twitch but he does give Anakin a flat look and even flatter tone as he says, “Oh do you, Padawan? I wasn’t aware.”
“And this is my Master, Obi-Wan. General of the Third Systems Army and-”
“Are you sure about this Master?” Anakin asks softly, with a hint of worry.
It’s not a push against his authority for once. It’s concern for his wellbeing.
“I’ll be fine Anakin.” Obi-Wan reassures him gently.
“Master, thank the Force you’re alright.” The relief suffused in Anakin’s tone is all consuming.
And the moment they’re in is another one that is utterly inappropriate for the tingle of desire down his spine, but it happens anyway.
“I’m alright Anakin. I’m fine Padawan.” He mutters softly, enjoying the miniscule tremor at the title.
“Master please don’t.” Anakin entreats.
“I have to Anakin.” Obi-Wan replies, with no small amount of regret.
“No Master.”
“Yes Master.”
“Yes Master.”
“Yes Master.”
He snaps. They’re in the hallway outside his rooms when he finally breaks catastrophically.
“Anakin stop for the love of the Force!” He barks.
“...Master?” Anakin queries, looking thoroughly confused by the sudden shift in tone.
Obi-Wan just hisses and grabs his arm, pulling him inside his spacious Council quarters. Not that Obi-Wan has ever cared for the upgrade since his ascension to the Council.
He rounds on Anakin as soon as they’re both inside.
“Anakin you have to stop. It’s exceedingly indecent and unbecoming of a Jedi Knight.” He keeps his voice tightly controlled as he folds his arms in front of him.
He doesn’t add that he needs Anakin to stop for the sake of his sanity.
“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about Ma-” Obi-Wan smothers the word with a hand over Anakin’s mouth swiftly.
Anakin’s eyes grow to the size of saucers at the overly familiar touch. He pulls Obi-Wan’s hand away and opens his mouth to continue so Obi-Wan has to rush to speak before he can say that word in that rough voice again. It always goes straight to Obi-Wan’s cock, and he can’t do this anymore. He can’t pulse with arousal at random moments of the day, every week of his life. He feels as horny and uncomfortable as he did during puberty, and he’s in his late thirties. It’s undignified, and anyway his body isn’t built for it anymore.
“You’re no longer my Padawan. It’s come time to retire that form of address. Obi-Wan will do just fine, thank you.” He tries to sound composed. Detached from the situation.
He thinks he does an admirable job, considering the throb of his cock in his pants.
Anakin frowns.
“But I like calling you Master, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan makes a strangled noise in his throat, as he pleads with the Force to grant him mercy.
His self-restraint only extends so far. Former Padawans may be inherently off limits for obvious reasons, but Obi-Wan’s is a stunningly beautiful young man who spends all day professing how much he wishes for Obi-Wan to dom him. Obi-Wan’s not a saint.
“Yes, far too much. That is the problem, Padawan mine.” Obi-Wan breathes out gustily as he runs a hand through his hair.
Anakin gives him an unimpressed look and folds his own arms together.
“So you’re allowed to call me Padawan in that chiding tone, but I’m not allowed to offer a Council member the respect of an appropriate title?” Anakin asks, being utterly belligerent.
Irritation loosens his tongue, making him abandon his plans to avoid the obvious bantha in the room.
Obi-Wan scoffs, “Who do you think I am, that you would fool me with an excuse about respect for the Council? It’s not respect in your voice it’s... desperate, filthy desire.”
Anakin uncrosses his arms as his face blanks with shock. And then he clenches and unclenches his hands at his sides as his expression turns mortified. His face flushing a dark red.
“Y-You know?” He stutters awkwardly.
“Yes Anakin.” Obi-Wan answers tetchily.
Anakin’s eyes dart around the room like he’s searching for some kind of way out of this. Eventually his shoulders slump and he looks off to the side as a muscle in his jaw jumps.
“I'm sorry M-” He cuts himself off quickly enough Obi-Wan barely hears the slip, “Obi-Wan. I never... I...”
“You never meant for me to know?” Obi-Wan asks lowly.
Anakin’s eyes skate to his and he gives a short, jerky nod.
“I don’t believe you... Padawan.” Obi-Wan says dangerously.
Anakin fully turns back his way at the careful emphasis on the title.
“Because, quite simply, you do it all the time.” Obi-Wan tries to sound stern as he presses the point.
“Everywhere. In front of anyone. In the middle of any mission. And oh, I’m sure they don’t realise what it means... but you know.” At this point he begins to prowl closer to the young man as Anakin watches him, throat bobbing.
“You know what you’re doing. What it means. What you’re asking of me. At all hours of the day.” He’s close enough whisper those final words in his apprentice’s ear.
Anakin’s breath comes out shaky against his own ear.
“Am I mistaken, Padawan?” He rolls the word on his tongue. Infusing it with so much reprimand but also promise.
Obi-Wan should not be teasing at offering this, not with their history and the way this kind of play tangles up so messily in it, but he is no saint. He is only a man. And Anakin’s breathy, half tortured sigh of “Master...” is music to his ears.
He hums and ghosts a hot breath over the shell of Anakin’s ear.
“That is what I thought, Padawan.”
Anakin shudders, chest bumping Obi-Wan’s, as he pants shakily. Their bond floods with desire from Anakin’s end, silently communicating that Anakin will not stop him if Obi-Wan continues.
Obi-Wan presses a featherlight kiss at the hinge of Anakin’s jaw and then slowly kisses his way towards his mouth. He pulls back at the last moment, after kissing the corner of Anakin’s red and tempting lips. Anakin’s watching him with desperate, half-lidded eyes.
“Please.” He whispers.
“I shouldn’t reward you for this. What lesson does that teach? That you can tease me until I snap?” Obi-Wan lets a little of his frustration leak into his tone, just enough that Anakin will know how much his secret game has affected Obi-Wan.
Anakin makes a distressed noise that Obi-Wan very much enjoys and sways in his direction. Their mouths bump momentarily before Obi-Wan moves back slightly. Obi-Wan stares at Anakin’s pretty mouth in thought before meeting his eyes and smirking in a way that usually melts his targets like butter on missions.
“But on the other hand… I think I’ve waited long enough.”
He kisses Anakin, tilting his head to the right angle for them to slot together. The way Anakin almost sags into it and then begs for more hungrily, running his tongue along the seam of Obi-Wan’s lips, is delightful.
Anakin groans when Obi-Wan takes his bottom lip between his teeth and nips at it.
He breaks away with a gasp a moment later and Anakin’s hands slither around his neck and waist, keeping him close.
“Now I believe you wanted a lot more than just for me to kiss you, but hmm…” Obi-Wan pauses, considering.
Then an idea comes to him, and he lays his hand over Anakin’s chest, over the fewest layers of clothing, where Anakin will feel it. He traces their silent signals for stop and wait.
It’s probably unnecessary. Their bond is blown open and Obi-Wan can feel the heady swirl of Anakin’s emotions clearly. He should know if anything is wrong. Still, it’s better to offer as many avenues of communication as possible.
Anakin picks up on what he means quickly, because instead of nodding the hand curled around the back of Obi-Wan’s neck taps go.
Obi-Wan hums and kisses him again, moving his hands to Anakin’s hips so he can guide him generally in the direction of his bedroom. It takes barely a thought to open the panel to the room with the Force while they’re still kissing, tongues diving into each other’s mouths.
Anakin’s the one who breaks for air first and he quickly surveys the space before returning all of his attention to Obi-Wan.
“Master… are you really going to… to fuck me?” He asks, two parts eager one part bashful.
“Yes Padawan.”
Anakin doesn’t suppress the full body shiver of arousal for once. Obi-Wan gets to see and feel the full impact of what the word does to him.
Obi-Wan shouldn’t like it. Neither of them should like it this way. But Force does he. He really, really does.
“I’ll need to clean up in the fresher first.” Anakin mutters, turning in the direction of the door to Obi-Wan’s private refresher.
Obi-Wan sighs at the fact that they’re going to have to break contact, but nods.
“Go ahead, I’ll get things ready out here.”
Anakin bites his lip and then leans down to kiss him quickly. He smiles sweetly as he steps away and goes through the door.
Obi-Wan chuckles.
Sweet looks like that have become increasingly rare from his boy. Obi-Wan should have known this is what it would take. How much of Anakin’s aggression will fall away with a little affection from Obi-Wan? He wonders. If the sweetness lasts, maybe this is really for the best and he’s not just indulging his impulses.
The sound of the shower starts quietly through the door and Obi-Wan shakes himself from his thoughts.
While Anakin gets himself prepared Obi-Wan digs out a half used bottle of lube from his things. Then he places a pillow on the centre of the bed and finally strips down to his under tunic and leggings.
Anakin comes out in just a towel, of course, despite having dried himself off. Obi-Wan’s expression must flicker because Anakin smirks.
“What? I’m just going to take it off again in a minute.”
If he’s giving that much lip Obi-Wan needs to take control of the situation again. He stalks over to Anakin and places both hands on the edge of the towel, where it rests precariously on his slim hips. He fists it in his grip and leads Anakin towards the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, or are you going to give me attitude? Because the second won’t get you what you want, my dear.” He scolds as he reaches up and tugs gently at Anakin’s hair.
Anakin’s eyes widen and he lets out a shocked little noise at the words ‘good boy’ and the hair pulling. There’s a rush of arousal at the other end of the bond. Obi-Wan is quietly pleased at his guesses being correct.
“I-I’ll be good.” He bites his lip as he stares at Obi-Wan, enraptured.
Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, rightly showing his scepticism of that. And then he undoes Anakin’s towel and lets it drop to the floor. He doesn’t look down yet, though he is tempted.
Anakin’s throat works, and his lips part but Obi-Wan speaks before he can.
“Is that so… well get on the bed then.” He orders.
Anakin blinks and then scrambles to obey with more enthusiasm than Obi-Wan’s seen in a long time. Helps to be given instructions he wants to follow, Obi-Wan supposes.
Within a moment he’s lying down with the pillow beneath his hips, arranging himself to his liking. And Obi-Wan finally gets to look at every inch of Anakin’s golden skin. His cock is half hard between his legs, and decidedly beautiful.
“Master…” Anakin says imploringly.
Reminding him that his apprentice is splayed out for his eyes while Obi-Wan is still partially dressed.
He removes the last of his layers one by one while Anakin watches. He enjoys the hunger in the Knight’s gaze when Obi-Wan discards his underwear and every bit of him is revealed to the room.
Obi-Wan isn’t lithe like Anakin, there’s more stockiness to his muscles. Anakin still has that slenderness of youth, though he has bulked up a lot in the last few years.
Anakin doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by Obi-Wan’s physique though. Which is reassuring. In fact his eyes are glued to Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan huffs gently as he clambers up onto the bed and kneels between Anakin’s spread legs.
He trails a hand up the inside of Anakin’s leg, pulling away when he reaches his inner thigh and moving to run the flat of his palm over the plains of Anakin’s chest.
“Have you done this with anyone else, Padawan?” Obi-Wan probes gently as they both let their hands just wander, caressing skin.
Anakin’s gaze meets his own as he answers, “No. But I can take you, I’ve… practiced.”
Obi-Wan groans softly at the dual hit of the imagery of Anakin fingering himself and the fact that he’s wanted this specifically from his Master.
Obi-Wan is a terrible old man for enjoying that.
He doesn’t actually know whether Anakin is entirely a virgin or not, and it doesn’t really matter, but he likes that he will be the first person Anakin has inside him.
While Obi-Wan can’t say the same it has been a long time since he’s been with anyone. That was more for his days as a senior Padawan. Awkward fumblings with friends that never became more, out of concerns about the Code.
Obi-Wan leans down to kiss Anakin again as they both continue to let their hands roam. He feels Anakin twist his fingers in the hair on his chest and responds by pinching his nipples. Anakin’s answering noise is swallowed by Obi-Wan’s lips and tongue.
Eventually Obi-Wan’s hand finally finds its way to Anakin’s dick and he grips it firmly, pumping slowly.
Anakin moans a soft and pleased, “Yes! Master!”
Obi-Wan in much the same way as Anakin earlier, doesn’t hide the shudder that comes over him.
“You really like that. As much as I do.” Anakin comments thoughtfully.
Obi-Wan leans down and nips at the skin of Anakin’s neck, teasing it between his teeth until he thinks a mark will bloom for him later.
“Yes. You’ve been driving me mad with it, Padawan.” He admits, in something of an understatement.
Anakin’s mech fingers press tightly against the middle of his back where they’d been ghosting along.
“I didn’t think you knew what you were doing when you called me that in return.” Anakin replies.
Obi-Wan sits back a bit so he can meet Anakin’s gaze and admire the way his short curls spill out around him on the pillow.
“I didn’t, at first. But I figured it out eventually. Your desperation wasn’t subtle.” Obi-Wan mutters as he moves to mouth at Anakin’s chest.
Anakin huffs indignantly and just as he opens his mouth to reply with who knows what, Obi-Wan lifts his unoccupied hand and puts two of his fingers in Anakin’s mouth, silencing him.
He looks even more indignant when Obi-Wan glances at his face.
“I thought you wanted to be good for me Padawan.”
Anakin’s eyes flutter closed and his brow knits and he moans around Obi-Wan’s fingers and then proceeds to suck on them.
“Stars.” Obi-Wan curses quietly as he removes his hand from Anakin’s cock and reaches for the lube.
Anakin watches him with eager eyes as he gets his digits thoroughly coated and moves them down to circle around Anakin’s rim.
He’s careful and methodical in his preparation. One finger thrusting in and out, and then two. Anakin writhes for him once Obi-Wan’s fingers find his prostate and he caresses it. His dick twitching and spurting pre-cum over his own stomach.
When Anakin reaches towards it Obi-Wan tsks softly and guides both of Anakin’s hands to his hips.
“Hands on me darling, not yourself.”
Anakin whines for him, which is a delightful noise Obi-Wan has never heard before.
Once Obi-Wan’s comfortable scissoring three fingers inside Anakin, he removes them. Anakin makes a small noise at the loss. Obi-Wan pets his thigh.
“Up and on your knees for me Padawan. Come on, like a good boy.” Obi-Wan coaxes.
He likes this position and getting to watch Anakin’s expressions but it prevents him from doing a few things he’s pretty sure they both want.
Anakin pouts as he slowly turns over and gets his knees and elbows underneath himself.
“I wanted to see you, Master.” The frown is audible in his voice, even without a visual.
Obi-Wan shuffles in behind him and bends down to kiss the centre of his tanned, powerful back.
“I know, and I’d like to see your lovely face too, but I think you’d like me to do this, so this position will have to do.” He reaches up and grasps a generous fistful of Anakin’s hand in one hand.
He watches Anakin’s shiver race down his shoulders and back.
“Oh… yes, okay Master.” Anakin sighs.
“Hands out where I can see them against the bed spread, please.” Obi-Wan commands as he traces a question into Anakin’s hip. Anakin gives a slight nod and he moves his elbows so both hands are spread out from his head enough Obi-Wan will clearly be able to see any signal he makes.
Then Obi-Wan guides his cock to Anakin’s rim, bumping it and teasing it for a moment.
“Master, please.” Anakin pleads, physically still in a way that means Obi-Wan knows he’s holding himself back from taking more.
Obi-Wan should probably reward that restraint, so he does. He tightens his grip in Anakin’s hair momentarily and pushes the tip inside Anakin’s hole.
He spies both of Anakin’s hands fisting the sheets as he bites off a moan.
Every noise out of Anakin is musical. They’re burning themselves into his psyche. Even if they never did this again, and he’s not foolish enough to think they won’t, he’d forever remember Anakin’s sounds.
Obi-Wan pushes in a little further, moving his now free hand to Anakin’s hip. There’s a second reason he’s chosen this position, but he’s not going to try that just yet. Not until Anakin is adjusted and he’s moving.
Gradually, without any hurry, Obi-Wan thrusts in until he’s bottoming out inside Anakin. His Padawan is tight. He’s definitely not had anything besides fingers recently, if ever.
“Are you okay?” Obi-Wan checks, speaking under his breath.
Anakin nods and one of his hands makes the wait signal.
“Yeah it’s… perfect. I just need a second.” He sounds a little strained, but Obi-Wan takes his word for it. He trusts Anakin to know his own limits.
“Of course.” Obi-Wan pats his hip and then trails that hand around to Anakin’s cock and teases him with a few pumps. He also tenses and untenses the fingers in Anakin’s hair, testing his responses a bit.
After a minute Anakin sounds breathier as he mutters, “Move.”
Obi-Wan draws his hips back and fucks back in languidly, just watching the ripple of muscle in Anakin’s back and the way he takes it as Obi-Wan thrusts back in balls deep. Anakin pants shakily for him, which sounds like a good sign, so Obi-Wan continues the slow pace for a minute.
His apprentice is still extremely tight, but he gets no spark of pain from the bond, nor any sign of overwhelm from Anakin, so he starts to speed up a bit.
Anakin comes alive beneath him then, pushing back to meet each thrust and bowing his back. Obi-Wan answers by tugging his hair a bit and palming at Anakin’s firm ass cheek.
Then he slaps it, not extremely hard, but enough to make a loud noise and for Anakin to feel it. His Padawan jolts beneath him in such a way that he tugs his own hair in Obi-Wan’s grasp.
“Master.” He gasps, sounding both shocked and aroused.
Obi-Wan smiles down at him, pleased.
“Yes? My Padawan?” Obi-Wan asks, like that was a question and not an exclamation.
Anakin’s back arches as his hands clench in the sheets.
“Please Master I need… I need you to touch me, I need-” He chokes off the sentence, shuddering wonderfully as Obi-Wan injects a bit more strength into his next thrust.
He’s fucking into Anakin with some real power and speed now, and his boy is taking it beautifully. Keening and arching into it like he’s still desperate for more.
Obi-Wan uses the hold on those curls to pull Anakin’s head back enough that their eyes can briefly meet.
“What do you need Padawan? Use your words.” He orders.
Anakin’s eyes flutter closed as he rushes out his answer eagerly.
“I need your hand on my cock, please. I need it.”
Obi-Wan lets Anakin’s head hang back down as he rewards the quick answer with another sharp smack against Anakin’s ass. Anakin seizes forward again, away from the pain for just a second before he’s leaning into it eagerly, looking for more.
“Are you going to cum if I touch you?” Obi-Wan questions, infusing a little hardness into his tone.
Anakin hesitates on his answer for a minute.
“Only… if you say I can.” He responds.
Obi-Wan rubs his hand across Anakin’s lower back in silent encouragement.
“Yes, exactly Padawan. Do you think you can hold off until I tell you you’re allowed?” Obi-Wan’s voice is lilting and intimate as he leans forward to whisper the words.
Anakin nods enthusiastically in his hold, and Obi-Wan lets go of his hair. He adjusts his position slightly, pausing his movements for a moment. Then he uses the hand that was just in Anakin’s hair to push him down, down, down by the back of the neck.
Keeping his hold on Anakin’s nape, he stares at the way Anakin lets his elbows fold out and his head hit the bed. Obi-Wan moves the other hand back to Anakin’s dick, and starts thrusting again.
This time he doesn’t hold back, pounding into Anakin’s body as his apprentice lies with his cheek pressed against the bed and takes it. He tugs Anakin’s cock in time with his thrusts.
They’re both moaning and groaning together in unison now.
Despite his strict orders to Anakin, Obi-Wan won’t be making him wait much longer, because he’s getting close.
Anakin’s thighs tremble and his hands flex as he starts making desperate little noises.
“Master, Master.” He pants, voice high and strained sounding.
He’s obviously fighting to do as he’s been instructed, while right on the edge.
Obi-Wan curses softly, feeling the first signs of his own impending orgasm.
“Such a good boy for me doing as you’re told Padawan.” He praises.
Anakin wails, shoulders tensing as he grasps the sheets in a white-knuckle grip.
Obi-Wan chuckles ever so softly at the futile attempts to hold himself back.
“It’s alright, you can cum for me Padawan.” Obi-Wan generously tells him.
“Master!” Anakin cries out sharply as his dick twitches and spurts cum beneath him.
Obi-Wan fucks him through it, groaning at the way Anakin tightens around his cock.
With only a few more thrusts he’s tipping over and burying himself to the hilt with a hurried exclamation of “Padawan!”
They stay there breathing heavily through the high and then the afterglow. Obi-Wan belatedly releases his hold on Anakin’s neck, giving him the freedom to move. He doesn’t shift immediately, staying where he is with his back bowed deeply.
He doesn’t move at all until Obi-Wan pulls out of him. Anakin makes a vague noise at the loss but Obi-Wan shushes him.
“Let me get something to clean us up, I’ll be right back dear.” Obi-Wan tells him quietly as he shifts off the bed.
He pads into the refresher and comes back with a cloth to clean them both off. It’ll do nothing for the sheets, which Anakin’s made a mess of, but so be it.
Anakin’s just lying there with his head down and ass up so Obi-Wan moves him so he’s lying on his side as his Master crowds in close. There’s not enough room in the bed for anything other than cuddling together. Anakin can make his protests known if he’s not interested in doing so.
He actually turns around and snuggles into Obi-Wan’s embrace, burying his face under his Master’s jaw with a contented hum.
Obi-Wan just basks in the touch for a minute, enjoying another kind of intimacy they don’t usually share.
“Was that everything you’ve been hoping for, with your teasing?” He asks after a minute.
The wave of regret he’s expecting hasn’t quite hit him yet, but he’s sure it will later when he doesn’t have Anakin radiating contentment and happiness in his arms. It’s hard to feel like he’s done anything wrong with his Knight feeling this peaceful and acting this sweet.
“That was amazing. You’re going to do that to me again, right? This wasn’t some one off lapse of judgement you’re going to pretend never happened?” Anakin’s voice is warm at the beginning, but it turns harsher as he speaks.
Obi-Wan considers his answer briefly, staring down at where their legs are tangling together.
“Somehow, I doubt you’d let me ignore it if I tried.” He settles on, for now.
Anakin’s face turns up to his, a soft scowl marring his features.
“I wouldn’t forgive you.” He warns. Or threatens.
And it’s not an empty threat either. Obi-Wan is certain he means it.
Obi-Wan knows what he should do. But he also knows he won’t do it, because if he was going to do what he should he never would have fucked Anakin at all.
“I won’t pretend,” He concedes quietly, reaching down to run his thumb across Anakin’s cheek, “I won’t ignore it. We’ll… well we will need to talk, before I do more. But we will talk, and I will do more, in the future.”
The scowl eases and Anakin’s expression grows dangerously soft and vulnerable. His smile, a moment later, is the gentlest one Obi-Wan has seen from him in years.
Obi-Wan moves that hand to the back of Anakin’s head so he can pull him up for a quick kiss.
When they draw back Anakin bites his lip and looks at Obi-Wan through his lashes. It’s a downright sinful expression, but Obi-Wan doesn’t think for a second that Anakin is doing it on purpose. His apprentice wouldn’t be able to flirt naturally if his life depended on it. And Obi-Wan has never been interested in teaching him. Anakin is already dangerous enough with his charm and his confidence and his beauty, he doesn’t need to know how to deliberately seduce people too.
He has managed to thoroughly seduce Obi-Wan, it’s true. But he maintains that was more by wearing down his sanity like water against sandstone, than any skill on Anakin’s part.
“Can we do more now, if we have that talk?” Anakin asks coyly.
Obi-Wan chuckles.
“We can have that talk but I’m not twenty one like you are Anakin, I won’t be able to go another round just yet.”
Anakin pouts a little and Obi-Wan laughs fully.
“That is what you get, for choosing an older lover Padawan.”
Anakin rolls his eyes and kisses Obi-Wan. Just a quick peck before he draws back.
“Don’t start the old man routine Master, we both know it’s bantha crap. But fine. Let’s talk anyway.” He shrugs and settles his elbow on the bed so their faces can remain level.
They’re finishing up a meeting with Yularen, Cody and Rex about their coming engagement, when Anakin says it.
“We can take them, can’t we Master? We always do.”
It should be an innocuous comment, but the use of that one choice word over any other Anakin could have picked it its place is damning. Anakin’s eyes are twinkling when Obi-Wan turns his way. He narrows his own in warning quickly.
“Of course, Padawan of mine. Of course.” He replies airily as he looks away, not needing to watch the reaction because he can feel Anakin’s spark of arousal through the bond.
The meeting wraps up a minute later and Obi-Wan guides Anakin away with a hand on his back and a friendly, “Do you mind speaking to me in private for a moment Anakin?”
“Sure thing Master!” He chirps, smiling winningly.
Obi-Wan grinds his teeth and directs Anakin to the first private room he can find. As soon as the door slides shut, he rounds on Anakin, giving him a flinty look.
“Are you really going to do this, Padawan?” He questions, tone hard and a little cross.
He thought he was past the era of getting turned on in front of military officers and battle droids and the like.
Anakin’s smile turns cheeky and he says, “And what if I am?”
“I won’t reward you for that, you should know that my dear. You won’t get anything out of me if you’re not being my,” He fists Anakin’s robes and reels him in close enough to whisper in his ear, “good boy.”
Anakin makes a wounded little noise for him and he smiles victoriously. Anakin may be very, very practiced at acting out. But he’s given away his weaknesses now, and Obi-Wan knows just how to use them to bring him to heel.
“Master…” Anakin moans in that tortured tone Obi-Wan loves so much.
His pants are growing uncomfortably tight and he’s tempted to have Anakin here. A rushed, risky moment in a deserted side room. The idea has its merits. But this is discipline he reminds himself, and steps back. A quick look down confirms that Anakin is hard too.
Obi-Wan takes a further two steps back and Anakin gives him his best imploring look. Obi-Wan huffs a laugh and shakes his head.
“No, you asked for trouble. I’m not about to help you with that, and if you want to start being good you won’t help yourself either. Then maybe tonight I’ll reconsider, when I come by your bunk…”
Anakin flexes his hands at his sides and straightens his shoulders.
“I won’t touch myself. I’ll be good.” He promises, sounding so very sincere and eager.
Obi-Wan laughs gently, “I know you can be Anakin. I’d love to see you prove that you will be for me.”
With that he turns on the spot and marches right out of the room without looking back at the dishevelled Knight he’s left behind. He hums to himself as he makes his way down the hallway, interested to see if Anakin will actually hold off on touching himself until later so that he can have Obi-Wan touching him instead.