"Come, follow me down"
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@ah-nakin
"Come, follow me down"
"Your old desire"
Art by @oh-biwan posted with permission and a plea.
Master Skywalker: *yaps smugly*
Obi-Wan: *smirks*... I am clearly not engaging you enough if you can run your mouth like this, Master *pounds Master deeper into the mattress*
Art by @oh-biwan posted with permission and a plea.
Master Skywalker accidentally raising a top.
#Anakin‚ realising he's about to bottom >:0
There is something entirely too ironic about finally realizing what is about to transpire when it, well, transpires.
For Anakin that moment comes when his Padawan, the little scamp he had picked up years ago, flings him onto the bed without so much as stopping to say 'Please' or 'May I, my most esteemed Master, lay you.'
No, no he doesn't. Instead he climbs on top of him, leaning in with one fluid motion, his braid falling between them like a lifeline, tickling at Anakin's neck, the only warning before soft lips meet his own chapped ones.
It's hard to think afterwards. It's soft kisses and nibbles, hands that have no right being as confident as they are, as strong as they are, as self assured a they are— it's "Master, relax, I'll do everything." as his clothes are taken off with gentle tugs and practiced grace.
There's lips and whispers everywhere Anakin can think, when he turns his head away, there's a kiss at his ear, a whispered "Like this?" and when his muscles spasms, Obi-Wan presses him down just right, holding him still, not allowing him to lose himself.
Obi-Wan is somehow both gentle and unrelenting. He doesn't stop, nor gentle it out, not even when Anakin is biting down at the blanket, not even when the force coils around them with electric gentle.
He does, however, not forget to hold Anakin's hand through it.
His braid is brushing against Anakin's nape, now that he is face down and Obi-Wan is leaning over. A teasing reminder that this is his charge that is handling him like this. The cheeky, cocky, little bastard.
Anakin can't help but laugh into the mattress once Obi-Wan, without asking, cums inside of him. He also curses in three languages and chokes on his own orgasm that is forced out of him with insistent thrusts that continue even past his insides being all wet and sticky.
"Force" he manages "Relax, Padawan" he is breathing hard, eyes unfocused, skin flushed, maybe drooling just a little, but he'd never admit that. "What had gotten into you" he asks, smirking, glancing up at the self satisfied Padawan. Obi-Wan looks beautiful, just the right amount of confident, just the right amount of loving, just the right amount of his.
"I would say you, Master." Obi-Wan says, there's an attractive rasp to his voice "Expect I think that it's more accurate to say that I did that first, to you.". Obi-Wan delivers that awful little banter with a smile that could melt gold. Looking a little high, looking a little floating.
Anakin laughs again, amazed, amused— proud.
It takes all the effort in the world to move his hand, lifting his face to rest on it, he reaches his finger until he is touching Obi-Wan's.
"Cheeky, you'd get a whooping if I wasn't otherwise occupied"
"By—"
"Obi-Wan."
"...Yes Master." Obi-Wan smiles, stroking his Master's strong back muscles, soothing, adoring.
#The little chick does as the little chick sees.
After all, he did learn this attitude from his Master.
A coronation, a beheading
Recently found your art, all I gotta say is
Aww, thank you 🤭💖. This ask made my day. And sorry for the super late reply. Here, -rummaging in drafts- may I interest you in some red flag padawan stare study?
People really be saying that the Jedi council would take Padawan Obi-Wan away from Master Skywalker if they suspect something sus going on— as if, the same Jedi council who shipped underage Padawan Anakin to the Senator to do with privately as he pleases? Yeah, right. :)
t_t sketch I made at 2 am after reading this fanfic ===> Comfort
I covered Obi-wan’s chest with tank top and tried to put as many tag warnings as I can!
You can also enjoy uncensored ver for free on my Patreon ♥
drew a scene from my fic instead of actually finishing writing it
I keep you caged in the prison of my pain, should've never let them save me.
"Kiss me on the mouth and set me free."
Pietà
mahStah I am so hungry.
"I want a dessert, Mahstah." Anakin whispers so close to Obi-Wan's ear, the warmth of his breath is sure to touch against it. And if if didn't, Anakin breathes out a huff, just to make sure this one does. He wants his Master to feel him there, he wants him to know he's mere inches away, that he could lean in a lick, just that easy. He's so very hungry, after all. Who's to say what would happen.
Obi-Wan predictably grows stiff, nervous even if the light sheen of sweat Anakin spots is any indication. Might be all those karkin layers, he never knows how his Master doesn't die off heat in those. He should strip some, all, sometimes. Just to... cool off, relax. Yes, that would be wise, very wise indeed. Anakin is certain of this.
He smirks, squeezing his Master's shoulders. If he cared for Obi-Wan even an ounce less than he does, he'd do it. He'd lean in and bite, and suck, and mark. He'd do it, he wouldn't hesitate. As things have it, he respects him too much, regards him too highly, wants his respect to stay, to not be tarnished by a momentary desire.
He relents and only leans closer to inhale his Master's hair, let it fill his lungs and get his head into a blissed lightheaded state that leaves him far more centered than he was but moments ago. He sighs out then, reluctantly letting go off of his Master and leaning back. "Just kidding, Master, duh..." he says, all the while eyes staying on Obi-Wan's nape, thinking that he was never further away from kidding in his life.
For Obi-Wan's sake, he pretends that he is. Huffing and walking off back to the sofa, dropping there all nonchalance. The look he shoots Obi-Wan when he thinks he is not looking, is a hungry one, a starved one. He wants him so, he wants him so. He is lucky he loves him more than he wants him. Or else. Or else.
You'll be my father You'll be my brother You'll be my lover
"Each day you feel me devour your soul."
"You will always be my Master."