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Obi-Wan leaned over the sink and studied his reflection as he lathered shaving cream over his cheeks and jaw. Despite being hesitant at first Anakin had come around to his new look, so Obi-Wan had kept up with the shaving. Anakin proposed that Obi-Wan be clean shaven in the summer and grow his beard out in the winter, that way they (mainly Anakin) could enjoy the best of both worlds. Of course Obi-Wan didn’t mind, he liked both looks on himself and anything to make Anakin happy.
The large marble room was humid from the shower he and Anakin had just shared. Washing away the sand and sun-shield after a long day of beach fun. The sounds of water dripping from the recently used faucets, (too many for practicality) were rather loud. Anakin was lathering his own face up beside Obi-Wan, though he grew little more than some light peach fuzz.
Obi-Wan sighed as Anakin jostled him.
“You know there are two sinks Anakin,”
“Huh? Oh I like yours better,” Anakin turned to face him, way too much shaving cream on his face. He’d molded it to look like a beard. “Who am I?” he asked, holding back laughter.
“Count Dooku,” Obi-Wan replied, hardly looking. He began to slide the razer over his foam covered cheek.
“How’d you guess so fast?” Anakin asked, he began to shave the globs of foam off. They splatted messily in the sink and on the counter.
“Well you did the same thing with ice-cream when you were drunk,” Obi-Wan explained.
Anakin laughed, “Oh right, I remember that now,” he wiped his face off with a towel and hovered behind Obi-Wan watching him.
Since their talk on the island a few days ago Anakin had become more clingy than usual. They already spent a lot of time together. But now he was practically a second shadow, not wanting to be out of sight, often holding Obi-Wan’s hand for no reason.
Even though they were on vacation, Obi-Wan still had to confer with the council a few times a week and give his opinions on issues. Usually Anakin would hang out with Padme or amuse himself some other way while Obi-Wan was on the call. This morning he’d knelt at his feet and rested his head on Obi-Wan’s lap for the whole forty minute call.
Nevertheless he seemed to be doing a lot better, less nightmares and an overall happier mood, so Obi-Wan didn’t mind the extreme clinginess too much.
He rinsed the remaining foam away splashing his face with lukewarm water, before turning to grab a towel. Blinded by water drops in his eyelashes he smacked into Anakin.
“Ooof,” he wheezed, Anakin offered him a dry washcloth and he mopped the water off his face.
“Heh hi,” Anakin said, once he’d cleared the water away.
Obi-Wan’s irritation melted away at Anakin’s adorably shy smile.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Take me to bed?” Anakin asked hopefully.
“We just showered,” Obi-Wan said, mild exasperation creeping into his voice.
Obi-Wan stroked his smooth jawline thoughtfully, “I just realized something….” he said teasingly.
He knelt down, the bath mat an adequate cushion for his knees and gripped Anakin’s towel clad hips.
“What?” Anakin asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
“I’ll demonstrate… It’s something I couldn’t do with my beard,”
“Mmm I thought at this point we’ve done everything master.”
Obi-Wan pressed his face into the softness of Anakin’s belly, rubbing his newly smooth face against the equally smooth warm skin. Anakin squirmed a bit and Obi-Wan dug his fingers into the damp towel, pressing into the meat of his ass.
“Shhh darling,” he whispered, he kissed below his navel and across his lower belly. Ghosting his lips over Anakin’s hip bones and nuzzling his nose into the skin, the towel was now tenting in the front. He paused and looked up, Anakin’s mouth was open and he was breathing hard.
Obi-Wan tossed his head flipping his long bangs out of his eyes, he smirked and tightened his hold on Anakin’s hips.
“I’m not complaining, but you could do that with your beard…” Anakin said.
“Just wait…” Obi-Wan took a deep breath and pressed his face firmly into Anakin’s belly.
Pbbbbbttt
Anakin squealed and tried to jump back, but Obi-Wan gripped him tighter before delivering another long wet raspberry against the sensitive skin.
Shrieking and laughing echoed in the room along with the sputtering sounds, Obi-Wan could only imagine what anyone walking the halls right now would think if they overheard.
“S-stop!” Anakin was trying to push Obi-Wan's head away, but his attempts were feeble from laughing so hard. He’d probably had enough, Obi-Wan thought, but he was not feeling merciful. Every time Obi-Wan took a breath, Anakin twisted and squirmed in his arms, fighting to get away. It was turning into a genuine struggle and they both were out of breath.
“Ahhh K-k—” Anakin was crumpled against the wall, “Kamino! KAMINO!” he roared, his voice raspy.
Obi-Wan immediately stopped upon hearing their safe word, he sat back on his heels and Anakin collapsed onto the floor in front of him coughing and trying to catch his breath.
They sat together on the bathmat.
“I haven’t done that since I was a teenager,” Obi-Wan mused.
“That was mean,” Anakin pouted, “you’re supposed to be the mature one,”
“Aww well, aren’t you always telling me I’m boring and need to have more fun?” Obi-Wan countered, “Hmm?” he nudged Anakin playfully.
“Not at my expense.” Anakin said quietly, he was looking down and picking at his cuticles.
Obi-Wan suddenly felt horrible for going on so long, Anakin was in a good mood before and now he looked genuinely upset.
“I’m really sorry,” he reached out and tucked some wet hair behind Anakin’s ear, “I’m an idiot, you’re right, I need to be mature.” Obi-Wan berated himself, what a foolish way for an old man to behave.
“No,” Anakin looked up, “I didn’t mean that, I just felt trapped. It felt almost like the times I got electrocuted, just helpless.”
“Oh my dear I’m so very sorry,”
“Don’t be sorry, and you don’t always have to be the mature one,” Anakin said, looking fondly at Obi-Wan, “I didn’t mean any of that. I love you so much and I don’t think you are boring. I’m not making sense, but I'm trying to tell you what I’m feeling like you asked. I'm just not good at expressing myself…” he trailed off.
“I understand,” Obi-Wan smiled reassuringly, “we both have to try to communicate better,”
“Well speaking of communication…” Anakin avoided eye contact.
“Go on,”
“It’s just, you were tired the last few nights and Quinlan interrupted us in the sauna before that. It’s just been awhile.” a rosy blush bloomed on Anakin’s cheeks, “I think that’s another reason I got upset, you teasing me. Uh, getting my hopes up and then just goofing off.”
“Oh.”
Obi-Wan raked his hands through his hair, sometimes he forgot that Anakin was a much younger man that required considerably more sexual attention than he himself.
“The days have been tiring, a funny thing to say about vacation. I apologize for neglecting you,” he said.
“It’s ok,” Anakin said softly, the blush deepening on his tan face.
“Why don’t you help an old man off the ground and let me remedy the situation.”
A few minutes later they were in the bed, minus towels.
A few more minutes and Obi-Wan was taking Anakin apart with well practiced fingers, drawing shameless throaty moans from him.
He sat cross legged against the headboard, Anakin in his lap. Obi-Wan was too tired to feel amorous himself, but Anakin wasn’t complaining.
“It’s so good, don’t stop,” Anakin begged.
Obi-Wan sucked a bruise into his neck, continuing to slowly finger him.
“Don’t stop what?”
“Mmm master, don’t stop master,” Anakin babbled, his eyes rolling back, “so good, harder… yeah,”
Obi-Wan clutched him tighter, his one hand gripping Anakin’s wet hair and the other was two fingers knuckle deep inside.
“Cum for your master,” he growled in Anakin’s ear.
Anakin moaned, his thighs quivering around Obi-Wan’s hips as he shuddered in his arms painting both their chests.
There was a loud knock on the door.
“Uh, Padme says dinner’s ready,” the voice through the door was Rex. he most definitely heard given how loudly Anakin had been moaning.
Anakin sagged in his arms sighing, “Do you think he heard?” he whispered.
“I think the whole household heard,” Obi-Wan teased, squeezing him and kissing his temple.