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Anakin was drawn to his padawan’s room like a moth to flame, finding himself irresistibly attracted to the cracked doorway and to the one thing he wasn’t allowed to have. Anakin stared through the crack at what was inside and inhaled softly at the sight. Obi-Wan stood with his back angled to the door, carefully studying the small buds of his growing breasts in his mirror. Obi-Wan was a teenager now, going through his infamous Stewjoni puberty and becoming so incredibly lovely.
Anakin wasn’t sure what led him to spying on his own padawan, or why he was staring so long, but he didn’t move away from his voyeuristic position. He watched his padawan touch his chest, frowning at the new volume of flesh there and prodding at it like he wasn’t used to it yet. Anakin’s cock swelled in his robes as he watched. Well into his thirties now, all Anakin knew was that like all forbidden things, it felt good to see his padawan’s body.
Hearing his comlink chime that someone was calling him, Anakin jolted back from his padawan’s door and walked on soft feet to his bedroom to see who was calling him. Anakin hummed cryptically when he saw his wife, Padmé’s, name on the transmission request, debating whether to ignore the call to go back to looking at his padawan. On the last chime he picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
Padmé’s voice sighed in his ear, proceeding after her greeting to immediately chatter about her day while complaining lightly that Anakin had broken his promise to spend the night with her. Again. Anakin listened, appropriately apologetic but still distractedly tugging on his pants in discomfort. The stubborn bulge of his cock would not flag even with Padmé’s voice in his ear.
“Anakin? Are you even listening?” Anakin closed his eyes and pictured Obi-Wan’s lips.
“I’m listening, Padmé.”
“I said that I missed you. When will you be able to spend the night here? It’s been a while since you’ve been able to get away.”
“I have a padawan,” Anakin sighed, reminding her.
“You think you’re the only one with obligations?” came her voice, irritated.
“I know, I know,” Anakin sighed and then readjusted himself. “I’m trying.”
He focused on passive meditation to will away his distracting, intrusive thoughts. There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. He imagined wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan, nuzzling his face into his neck, biting him softly...
“I’ve lost you again already, haven’t I?” Padmé asked. “You know, Anakin, I’m tired. I'll go.”
“Please don’t be upset with me, Padmé. I will find the time to be with you. I promise. It’s just been hard with Obi-Wan lately. He’s falling behind.”
Padmé snorted with irritation and told him, “Goodnight Anakin. You can give Obi-Wan my regards,” and then closed the transmission.
Anakin threw his comlink onto the table and stalked across his room to drop his weight on the bed. He wiped a hand over his face, sighing. He hadn’t been to visit Padmé in weeks. She was right to be upset. It felt like every time they were able to meet that she rejected his advances, still angry about having been ignored for so long. Even when they were together, Anakin hardly tried to make an advance anymore.
Maybe that was why he kept thinking of Obi-Wan in perverse ways. He was growing up before Anakin’s eyes, emotionally and physically. He was a bit of a late bloomer compared to the others, body only starting to develop into a beautiful young man rather than an awkward child. His features were different from Padmé’s, retaining none of her natural grace and commanding confidence; his were innocent and guileless but his body was getting ahead of him now. Growing and ripening as to be picked.
Padmé would divorce him if she knew about this. She might even kill him.
Anakin settled on his bed where he spent most of his nights, trying not to think about his padawan down the hall. He decided he would have to rub one out to get rid of the hard package in his pants. If he could stroke himself to a nice hard finish, he would be able to think clearly and try to plan something nice for his wife.
The image of Obi-Wan’s breasts would not leave his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to touch them, pinching the soft nipples until they hardened for him. Obi-Wan would moan so pretty, he knew it. Obi-Wan would do anything he said. Although Obi-Wan was getting older, he was still Anakin’s baby boy and quite sheltered by him. Anakin felt a heady sense of possessiveness come over him, something that caused his blood to stir in his bulging cock.
“Goodnight, Master!” Obi-Wan called from down the hall in his sweet voice.
“Goodnight, Obi-Wan,” Anakin called back in a low voice, a mixture of endearing and dangerous thoughts ricocheting around his mind.
Obi-Wan had always been a master’s boy, a daddy’s boy. Obi-Wan loved to be around him. Anakin never pushed him too far, never called him names unless they were endearments, and he had been there for Obi-Wan when no other master had wanted him. Anakin knew that all the other masters just didn’t know how to develop Obi-Wan, and that was to his benefit. Obi-Wan was all his. More his than Padmé even.
Despite Obi-Wan’s desire to impress, Anakin had been glad to see that he still had a competitive streak. When Anakin would spend time with other padawans in an instructional context, even in passing, Obi-Wan would make a point of telling him how he had scored better than them or had beaten them in sparring, desperate to keep his master’s sole attention on him.
Anakin lay back in bed and tried to think of other things, like his wife’s beautiful body. Thinking about Padmé wearing lingerie should have been able to get the image of his sweet padawan’s face out of his mind, but thirty minutes later, and he was no closer to taking care of the cock throbbing for attention in his pants.
He needed to have a piss and clear his head.
Anakin walked out of his bedroom and slipped into the fresher, dick immediately standing up from the waist band from his pants. Anakin closed his eyes, willing his erection to flag so that he could release but there was no use. No one could piss when their cock was this hard. Anakin stood there for an extended time, not even bothering to shut the door. He could hear the soft rhythmic snores coming from Obi-Wan’s room down the hallway, and if Obi-Wan were awake, he would have been able to feel it through their bond anyway.
That thought made something perverse occur to him. Unlike Padmé who was a light sleeper due to years of being on call for emergency late night sessions at the Senate, Obi-Wan was a very deep sleeper. Anakin used to worry when he first accepted Obi-Wan as a padawan; he would sleep through the night and couldn’t be roused until he was shaken quite intensely.
Anakin tucked his hard cock into his pants and walked to Obi-Wan’s bedroom. Pausing at the doorway to make sure that he was completely asleep, something eventually made Anakin step forward into his room. Anakin left the door ajar so that the light from the hallway rested just over Obi-Wan’s blankets.
Anakin pulled the chair from Obi-Wan’s desk over to the side of his bed and sat down next to him like he was keeping vigil. His soft breaths filled the room, and Anakin couldn’t resist tucking a bit of blonde hair behind his ear. Obi-Wan looked so peaceful like this, like he didn’t have a worry in the galaxy. He was so desperate to please Anakin that he was usually wound tight like a drum. Obi-Wan smacked his lips in his sleep and Anakin smiled at him.
Obi-Wan had his arms resting over his chest, obstructing Anakin from being able to view the breasts he’d seen earlier. Very gently, Anakin pulled Obi-Wan’s arms away to expose his torso and then pulled the blankets down. Obi-Wan was wearing a light sleeping top that was already riding up to show his stomach. Anakin figured since it was already going up, that he might as well help it on its way and tug it up further.
Anakin gently pulled Obi-Wan’s shirt up to his armpits, revealing his skin and his tiny rosebuds. Anakin struggled to breathe again as he took in the sight of his padawan, sleeping away while his little tits were out. The sight of his peachy brown nipples did something strange to Anakin. How would a body just starting to mature look this delicious? Anakin stared at Obi-Wan’s face and determined that he would not be able to remember a thing.
Anakin pulled down his pants and exposed his dick to him. Silently so as not to wake him, Anakin gripped the base of his dick and pumped it up and down above Obi-Wan’s sleeping face. He watched Obi-Wan breathe in and out, watching his nipples as they rose and fell. Too exciting. Anakin pumped himself more furiously, sensation more sensual than anything he had felt masturbating to fantasies in his bedroom.
“I’m going to touch you just a little bit…” he promised.
Anakin reached forward to gently, very gently, sweep his hand across the soft skin of Obi-Wan’s neck and shoulder. He moved his hand around Obi-Wan’s chin and pointed his face towards him so that his cock stretched above it. Obi-Wan was so pretty like this.
Anakin pumped with his left hand as he trailed his fingers down Obi-Wan’s collarbone to trail over his breasts. One of Obi-Wan’s nipples caught on Anakin’s fingers and started to plump. As obedient as he was, the nipple puckered for him, desperate and grateful for the touch.
“I’ve been going crazy watching you grow up, Obi-Wan. It’s only a matter of time before the boys start coming,” Anakin told him, feeling jealous.
Obi-Wan wriggled in his sleep, sheets tumbling off him as he moved his legs, but he stayed asleep. Anakin pulled on his nipple again, rolling it between his fingers until it was hard. While Anakin couldn’t be sure, with how soft it was, it almost sounded like he heard a small moan from Obi-Wan’s sleeping mouth. Anakin’s cock throbbed in his wanking hand.
Obi-Wan adjusted in his sleep for comfort, letting his legs fall apart while Anakin alternated playing with each nipple. To Anakin’s depraved surprise, he realized that Obi-Wan’s sleep shorts were loose enough that he could see his boy’s little pussy through his underwear. The shorts sagged over Obi-Wan’s hips and the thigh holes were big enough that Anakin could see almost everything.
With a soft groan, Anakin stroked himself furiously while staring at the most forbidden sight he had ever seen. His padawan’s pussy was teasing him. Anakin gave his dick a break and used his slick hands to pull Obi-Wan’s shorts open, just enough to show his little mound. Obi-Wan’s pussy was obviously wet in his underwear, small damp spot at the front showing how much he was enjoying his master’s hands on his virgin body.
Anakin had done that. He had done that from touching his nipples. Obi-Wan’s master had made him all wet, he thought viciously. No one else had done it. He had. The sight of Obi-Wan’s wet cunt in his underwear was more than enough for Anakin to stroke himself to the edge but he wanted more.
Anakin used his right hand to tug Obi-Wan’s hard nipple with his fingers and with his other hand, he lightly drew his fingers over his underwear. He kept a tentative, gentle pace, eyes fixed on his sleeping padawan’s pussy. He needed to see it. He had to see what belonged to him. Anakin reached through their training bond, made a connection with Obi-Wan’s sleeping consciousness, and then shoved it down deep so he would not wake, suppressing him.
Anakin reached for his underwear and pulled them to the side so that he could rub directly against his wet little cunt. Anakin could feel the sticky wetness of his padawan’s arousal, creaming up his entrance. He transferred some of the wetness to Obi-Wan’s nipple and then returned to continue rubbing at him.
Anakin was going to give Obi-Wan a new kind of stimulation. He placed two fingers between his chubby lips and swiped them upwards to find Obi-Wan’s swollen clit. Anakin stroked it firmly, rubbing his juices over him, softly and patiently but with skill. Just like this was a lesson.
Anakin wished he could bury his face in his pussy but it was the wrong angle for it and he didn’t know how long Obi-Wan would be asleep for. The most that he could do was show his sleeping padawan how good it felt to have something inside. Obi-Wan’s soft but audible huffs encouraged Anakin to continue. He massaged Obi-Wan’s center until the boy parted his legs some more and, staring at his pussy, Anakin finally saw his chance.
Anakin climbed on the bed on top of Obi-Wan, strong thighs caught between his padawan’s. He pumped his swollen cock and leaned forward so that the tip of it, salty with pre-come, touched his sweet virgin padawan’s pussy lips. Anakin stroked right against him, twirling his spongey head in circles around Obi-Wan’s clit. More and more of his slick came out until they were both dripping.
Obi-Wan jerked every now and then in his sleep, pleasure pushing him closer to being awake but Force keeping him asleep. Anakin knew he was going to cum soon, he could feel it through the bond, so he edged his cock just a little downwards while his fingers worked on Obi-Wan’s clit and let his cock head be enveloped at just the beginning of Obi-Wan’s entrance. That was enough to make his pretty boy cum.
As he felt his padawan cum around his cock, Anakin stroked himself a few more times until he felt his ejaculate spurt and explode all over Obi-Wan’s virgin pussy. It soaked into his hole directly, and then when Obi-Wan shuddered and jerked, it came out in wet globs all over his folds, dripping down between his thighs. Anakin bit his lip to keep from crying out and rested his face against Obi-Wan’s damp neck, savoring his release.
Anakin watched his padawan’s sleeping face for a while after. He wondered what Obi-Wan would think if he saw him, if he knew how perverted his married master was. Although Anakin knew he would be shocked, he knew that Obi-Wan loved him and trusted him more than anyone in the galaxy. He would forgive him. Padmé didn’t have to know. And with that in mind, Anakin thought, he would just have to take Obi-Wan’s virginity properly next time. Next time, with him awake.