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Obi-Wan remembered when he first met Anakin that fateful day on Tatooine, when Qui-Gon had introduced them. Obi-Wan had held out his hand for Anakin to shake and he had taken it, and they had both stared in wonder as the places where their skin had touched turned a brilliant blue.
“Master,” Obi-Wan had gasped, and Qui-Gon had stared with him. It was not the color of the soulmark that was strange, rather, it was the intensity. Many people would leave effects on a person, some deep enough that they would stay with them for decades, perhaps through the rest of their life. The colored marks that appear on one’s body could be from a sibling, friend, enemy, lover, or even a stranger in the right place at the right time. Oftentimes though, the vibrancy of these marks depended on how much one would affect their life.
Obi-Wan had never seen such a bright color, on himself or on anyone else.
“Yes,” Qui-Gon responded, in as much surprise as Obi-Wan though he concealed it better. He might have said more but Obi-Wan was distracted once more by the child that shone so brightly before him, the one that left such a bright mark on his skin.
“Are you an angel?” Anakin had asked, and Obi-Wan’s lips twitched against his will. He could hear the light giggles of the handmaidens behind him but Obi-Wan could only focus on the boy before him, that shone so brightly in the Force, who was destined to affect Obi-Wan’s very soul so much.
A decade later and Obi-Wan still remembered the bright blue of their soulmarks. How could he forget it when it seemed that he always had a reminder of Anakin’s effect on his very soul? A day didn’t go by where Obi-Wan didn’t marvel at the bright colors that marked their bodies. His and Anakin’s lives were destined to be spent together, he knew it in every brush of their hands and lips. Their relationship had grown with them, from a newly freed slave and a newly orphaned padawan into a master-padawan pair, then two knighted friends, and eventually into lovers. Through it all Anakin had been a light in Obi-Wan’s life, one that he wouldn’t give up for anything.
Now Obi-Wan was waiting for Anakin to return. His mission was completed and his ship had been scheduled to land some time ago. As soon as he reported to whatever Council members could attend the meeting he would come to their rooms, back to Obi-Wan, back home. And thinking of the man, Obi-Wan could hear him unlocking the door.
“Master,” Anakin said, blinking in shock and then grinning. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t scheduled to be back for another few days.”
“I wasn’t,” Obi-Wan replied. He set his datapad off to the side and gestured for Anakin to come beside him. He did so without question, curling against Obi-Wan’s side, and they leaned into each other’s warmth. “My mission was simpler than we expected, and I finished with time to spare. I came back to Coruscant as fast as I could.”
Anakin hummed and tilted his head towards Obi-Wan’s. “Have you already reported to the Council?” He asked, eyes focused on Obi-Wan’s lips. He leaned in closer and Obi-Wan mirrored him, until their breaths mingled in the space between them.
“First thing,” Obi-Wan whispered, and closed the space between them. The angle wasn’t the best and if they stayed like that for too long Obi-Wan’s neck would start aching, but it didn’t matter right then. Anakin’s lips were on his, soft and sweet, and their bond lit up with love.
Anakin pulled back enough to take a breath, eyes glittering with amusement and lust. “So I have you to myself for the rest of the night, then?”
“If you try to make me watch one of your holodramas again I might flee,” Obi-Wan warned and Anakin huffed, a smile breaking out on his face as Obi-Wan gave him another peck. “But other than that, yes.”
“Mm, good,” Anakin hummed before swinging his leg over Obi-Wan’s hip and sitting in his lap. “But this isetter,” he said, and tilted his head to kiss Obi-Wan again. Obi-Wan put his hands on Anakin’s hips to pull him closer as Anakin’s hands rested on Obi-Wan’s face.
I might have to agree, Obi-Wan told him through their bond, and Anakin nipped at his lips.
Might? He thought back, grinding against Obi-Wan’s growing erection. He groaned at the feeling and thrust up against Anakin, swallowing a gasp from his former padawan.
“Do you want this?” Obi-Wan asked seriously. He would wait for Anakin for however long he needed, had already waited for weeks. Not for a lack of trying- by the time they had both been comfortable in their new relationship they had been sent on different missions, never having enough time to be alone together when they did meet. Or rather, not enough time for Obi-Wan, who wanted more than a quickie in a closet to be their first time. He wanted to savor every moment he had with Anakin, each of his moans and gasps and every other sound he made.
“Is that even a question?” Anakin laughed but sobered up at Obi-Wan’s look. “Yes, of course Obi-Wan, I haven’t- I’ve never-” Anakin cut himself off and shook his head, biting his lip. “You’d make me feel so good.”
“Force, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said as he felt his heart stutter in his chest. Anakin had told him before that he hadn’t had sex before, so it wasn’t as if Obi-Wan didn’t know. However it was an entirely different thing to have Anakin grinding in his lap and admitting such things, saying that Obi-Wan could make him feel so good. He threaded a hand through Anakin’s hair and tugged lightly, pulling his head to the side and making Anakin moan. He kissed down the side of Anakin’s neck, leaving spots of bright blue that faded quickly and opened Anakin’s tunics with his other hand, sucking marks into his shoulder that would last hours.
“Fuck- Master-” Anakin whimpered and tugged on Obi-Wan’s hair, bringing him back up to face Obi-Wan. “Take me to bed.”
Obi-Wan had to bite his lip to keep himself from making a noise at that, gripping Anakin’s hips again as he stood up.
“Wh- Master!” Anakin yelped, clutching Obi-Wan’s neck and wrapping his legs around his torso. “What the kriff-”
Obi-Wan opened his door with the Force and placed Anakin down on his bed. Without giving him time to speak again Obi-Wan was on top of him, grinding their erections together. “Clothes,” he said against Anakin’s lips, and Anakin nodded. Obi-Wan sat back on his feet over Anakin, shrugging out of his belt and tunics while Anakin shimmied under him, doing the same. Obi-Wan hadn’t been wearing his boots but Anakin didn’t take his own off earlier, so he kicked out of those while Obi-Wan’s hands settled on the waistband of his pants.
“Good?” Obi-Wan asked, and Anakin nodded. Obi-Wan pulled his leggings and underwear off of him slowly, fingers trailing over each inch of exposed skin as he did. Anakin could feel himself dripping precome against his stomach and he moaned when Obi-Wan dipped his fingers in the liquid and brought it to his mouth. When Anakin’s leggings had been discarded on the floor Obi-Wan stood to strip out of his own, and Anakin barely had a second to stare at Obi-Wan's bare body before it was on top of his own.
“I love you,” Anakin whispered as they kissed again. Obi-Wan’s hand grazed over the smooth skin of his stomach, muscles twitching. Anakin’s hands roamed over Obi-Wan’s back, digging his fingers into his muscles and leaving scratches behind.
“I love you too, dear one,” Obi-Wan said, pulling back to press a kiss to Anakin’s collarbone and continue downwards. Blue imprints of his lips and teeth trailed behind him, fading seconds later. Obi-Wan reached up one of his hands to play with Anakin’s nipple, tweaking it and delighting in the gasps that came from Anakin’s mouth.
“Master,” Anakin said, quiet enough that Obi-Wan could barely hear. He sounded close to coming apart already, even though they had barely started. “You feel so good Master, Force-”
Obi-Wan groaned and nipped at Anakin’s stomach before going down further and settling between Anakin’s thighs. He gently guided one to hitch up over Obi-Wan’s shoulder and the other to lay off to the side, leaving Anakin exposed before him.
“Oh, Anakin… You’re beautiful,” Obi-Wan breathed out, and Anakin squirmed beneath him.
“Are you going to hurry up?”
“Oh, but I love the view,” Obi-Wan said as he smirked. Anakin’s unimpressed look said it all and Obi-Wan huffed a laugh, leaning in closer and licking up his cock. Anakin keened and Obi-Wan did repeated the action, feeling Anakin’s thighs twitch under his fingers. Obi-Wan mouthed lower on Anakin’s cock, down his base, before pushing a hesitant question at Anakin through their bond. He received a just as hesitant yes and Obi-Wan moved slowly down to Anakin’s hole, sending assurance to Anakin that he could say stop or slow down at any time. He licked a flat line over Anakin’s hole, making him keen again, and continued.
Obi-Wan made Anakin’s hole wet with his mouth, licking and sucking and nipping at his rim. When Obi-Wan finally breached his hole Anakin groaned long and high, legs tensing at Obi-Wan’s sides. Keep kriffing going, Anakin sent him when Obi-Wan paused, and he happily continued. His beard was damp with his saliva and Anakin’s hole was loosening around him, enough for Obi-Wan to prod his hole with his finger and stick it alongside his tongue. Anakin’s back arched off the back as he moaned and, despite Anakin’s vocal displeasure, Obi-Wan pulled back.
“Why’d you stop?” Anakin slurred, and Obi-Wan huffed at the lust drunk look on his face.
“I’m sorry dear one,” he said, petting Anakin’s thigh. “I need to know what you want- how far you want to go.” Obi-Wan let his unasked question sit between them, and Anakin chewed his lip for a moment before meeting Obi-Wan’s eye again.
“Not tonight,” he said, and Obi-Wan nodded. “In the future, definitely, but tonight…”
“Tonight?” He prompted, after a moment of silence.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” Anakin said, a flush covering his cheeks. His head was tilted down but he stared up at Obi-Wan, and once again, he was hit by just how beautiful Anakin was.
“Of course,” Obi-Wan breathed, settling back down between Anakin’s legs. “It would be my pleasure.”
Without giving Anakin time to speak, Obi-Wan took Anakin’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. Anakin gasped above him and his thighs twitched. Obi-Wan pulled off to readjust- ignoring Anakin’s whine- and rubbed one of his fingers over Anakin’s hole. He went back to work then, bobbing his head and taking as much of Anakin as he could into his mouth.
Obi-Wan sucked and swirled his tongue around Anakin’s length as he worked his finger into Anakin’s hole, trying to find his prostate. Anakin was already so close, he just needed a little more to push him over the edge- there. Obi-Wan took Anakin into his throat as he thrust against the bundle of nerves and Anakin came with a shout, his entire body tightening as Obi-Wan did his best to swallow everything. When he came up a moment later, thumb gathering what come dripped out of the corner of his mouth, Anakin was panting and shaking slightly.
“Are you alright?”
“Better than,” Anakin said, pushing himself up on shaky limbs. He motioned for Obi-Wan to sit against the headboard and then sat before him, wrapping a loose fist around Obi-Wan’s cock.
“Anakin, you don’t have to-”
“I want to,” Anakin interrupted, brow furrowing as he tentatively squeezed. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and sighed, transmitting the pleasure he felt through their bond to make sure Ankain knew how good he made him feel. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure down his spin and when Anakin started to slowly jerk him off, Obi-Wan gasped. He would have stayed there, lost in a haze of pleasure, if Anakin hadn’t laughed at him.
“What?” he grumbled, knowing Anakin wouldn’t think him truly upset.
Anakin looked down to his hand around Obi-Wan’s cock, lips twitching at the sight, adn Obi-Wan could guess what he was thinking of. “I’m sorry, it’s just-” Obi-Wan sighed and shook his head, fighting his own smile.
“It's a hazard of the ‘soulmate’ thing,” he said, breath hitching as Anakin squeezed his fist.
“I know, but I’m sorry, it just- it looks like your saber,” Anakin said, biting his lip and trying not to laugh. Obi-Wan risked a glance down to Anakin squeezing the base of his cock and his shaft a bright blue, and tried to decide if he should laugh or moan at the sight. It didn’t matter as a moment later he did both, Anakin making a lightsaber noise with his mouth as he slowly stroked Obi-Wan and rubbed at his slit.
“I suppose it does,” Obi-Wan said a moment later, voice strained. “Anakin-”
“I know, Master,” Anakin said. “Later, we can-” he giggled- “duel sabers, but for now…” Anakin looked up through his lashes at Obi-Wan as he leaned down to suckle on the tip on Obi-Wan’s cock. His hand fisted over the rest of it, jerking him off faster and faster.
“Oh, Anakin-” Obi-Wan threaded his hand through Anakin’s hair, fighting the urge to lean his head back. He wanted to watch every second of his, of Anakin licking at his cock for the first time, getting more comfortable with the weight and taste of it on his tongue as he tried to take more and more. “Oh, Force, Anakin…”
Please come, Master? Anakin met his eyes as he bobbed up and down on Obi-Wan’s cock. He moaned and Obi-Wan saw stars. His hips thrust up into Anakin’s mouth the slightest bit and he started to apologize, but then Anakin moaned again, and Obi-Wan couldn’t stop himself. He fucked into Anakin’s mouth just enough to take the edge off, feeling himself growing closer and closer to coming.
Anakin, I’m going to come-
Please, master, in my mouth- want to taste you-
Obi-Wan’s fist in Anakin’s hair tightened as he came, Anakin swallowing and sucking on Obi-Wan’s cock to make sure he had gotten it all. He came up when Obi-Wan started to feel oversensitive and tuggen at Anakin’s hair, licking his lips.
“How was that?” Anakin asked innocently, as if he didn’t know exactly how Obi-Wan felt.
“Come here,” Obi-Wan said as he rolled his eyes, and Anakin climbed up next to him with a laugh. They fell back at the same time, holding onto each other, wrapped up in the other’s warmth. Anakin pulled the comforter over them and Obi-Wan didn’t bother to scold him for an ‘improper use of the Force,’ knowing he would have done the same in a moment if Anakin hadn’t.
“I love you,” Anakin whispered, as Obi-Wan’s eyes drooped and stayed closed, darkness setting in.
“And I you, dear one,” he replied, rolling his head ever so slightly towards Anakin’s to listen to his breath evening out. Between one sigh and the next Obi-Wan followed his love into blissful sleep.