accidentally wrote another longer-than-a-drabble somft codywan drabble the other day and thought I'd share <3
The morning after their first time, Cody wakes up first and just... stares at Obi-Wan. They didn't close the drapes the night before so the artificial Coruscant sun illuminates Obi-Wan who's lying prone beside Cody, one arm thrown over Cody's belly. He wants to touch him. All his freckles. Scars and blemishes. Areas where his skin folds up. The hair that covers him from head to toe.
He doesn't know if it's okay. They did an awful lot of touching last night. They said a lot of things and somehow nothing at all. So he doesn't know if this is okay. If he can touch now. The morning after. If maybe he could touch... forever.
When Obi-Wan wakes up, it's with an undistinguished snort and a long yawn that cracks three times. He stretches through it and folds himself into Cody, seemingly searching him for warmth the sun and blankets are not providing. Or maybe... he wants to touch too.
"Mrrgm," he says intelligibly against Cody's neck and then inhales deeply, fingers curling around Cody's ribs.
"'kay?" Obi-Wan asks. Half asleep and voice rumbly deep, he's somehow a mixture of adorable and unbearably sexy. Cody's heart throbs.
"Could I," Cody swallows, "touch you?"
He can feel a smile curl against his neck. "Already wanting to go for another round?"
"No. I mean yes but- no." He might be blushing. He does want but that's not- "I meant- touching. Just. Could I?"
Obi-Wan seems to wake up considerably at his bumbling. "Touch me," he says earnest and soft.
Cody does. Oh, he does. He finds Obi-Wan's hand with his own. Gently cups slender but square, worn fingers in his own. Rubs his thumb down the grooves of skin. He knows these hands. He's watched them do a million things a million times. And now he's holding it. He's holding him.
Obi-Wan seems to sense that he needs a moment to his thoughts. But the moment comes and goes with his soft breathing. "Alright?" he says.
Cody nods. Emotions are churning in his chest loud and muddled and distinct all the same. He knows what they're saying.
He said it last night, out loud, probably a few times. The euphoria of it is blurred.
And this feels different.
Softer. Gentler. More... vividly earnest.
Obi-Wan exhales shakily then kisses his neck two lingering times. "And I love you. My Cody."
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