(Top Padawan Obi/Bottom Master Anakin) Anakin gets wrecked by his padawan and is happy about it 😉
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“Master,” Obi-Wan calls, voice full of mischief as he crawls over to where Anakin lays trembling, his muscles still jumping from the aftershock of his latest climax. The bed dips as he hovers over Anakin’s heaving chest, hands bracketing his shoulders and knees between his spread, bruised thighs. He looks down at his disheveled Master with a grin. “We’re not done yet, you know.”
Anakin whimpers and shakes his head where it lay on his pillow already drenched by fluids. Whatever fluids they are, Anakin is not sure anymore. “Obi-Wan, please, I can’t take anymore. Let this old man rest.”
“Alright, but do not try to escape me again,” Obi-Wan warns, eyes heated, and the threat in his voice only makes Anakin moan brokenly as his dick drools one more time over his abdomen already stained sticky white by previous orgasms, fire still racing through his veins despite his exhausted flesh.
He can’t remember how many times Obi-Wan had taken him by the waist and driven his ever-eager cock into his hole and unerringly pounding right into his oversensitive prostate. He thinks he lost count by the time he tried to crawl away only to find himself sliding backwards across the bed when Obi-Wan’s large hands made fists on the meat on his hips and dragged him back onto his waiting cock, leaving aching and angry bruises.
He’d sobbed and keened, face pressed against the abused pillow and nipples chafed raw from being rubbed back and forth on the sheets, words incoherent as he tried to tell Obi-Wan to stop for a moment and let him breathe. But his merciless padawan had only chuckled right into his ear and reminded him of his promise before that night.
“You said anything I want, Master. And what I want is to make you come as many times as it takes before I do.” He’d then sweetly encircled Anakin’s neck with careful fingers then wrapped his other arm around Anakin’s chest and levered him up to a kneeling position, gravity letting his cock drive further up Anakin’s insides and making him choke from the sudden fullness before he proceeded to try his best to make his Master’s brain melt out of his ears one more time.
Anakin is so, so proud of Obi-Wan and his insane learning curve, but he really shouldn’t have taught his padawan such fine control over the Force that he could literally stop himself from coming and could be hard for hours on end. He should have known Obi-Wan would use his skills for nefarious reasons, like fucking his Master until he couldn’t speak and could only cry on his oversized cock.
But even as he drooled and sweated onto whatever part of the bed he ended up on, even as he wailed when Obi-Wan held him by the arms and used his grip to bounce him back against his hard, dripping member again and again, making his hole feel sore and used, Anakin only ever felt happiness and adoration for the boy the Force had given to him.
And right now, as his precious star gazes down at him with what seemed like all the love and hunger a person could ever have for another, Anakin just knows that tomorrow, he will look into the mirror and trace all the bruises pressed into his skin with reverence, and he will memorize their shapes and colors and ask Obi-Wan to give them to him again when they finally fade away.
He suddenly raises his arms and wraps them around Obi-Wan’s neck to pull him down. Obi-Wan lands on his front with an oof, eyes wide as his limbs go akimbo. Anakin untangles their legs and wraps his own pair around Obi-Wan’s waist and crosses his ankles behind that strong back, trapping him between the warmth of his inner thighs. Obi-Wan moans as their sensitive cocks rub against each other, and Anakin feels so close to coming again just from the sound of his voice shaking, the knowledge that he broke Obi-Wan’s steely composure he’d kept up through the night making him feel buoyant and victorious.
“Give me all you got, Obi-Wan,” he whispers into Obi-Wan’s ear, and the younger man within his hold froze at those words before melting into him, laughing softly. He gently pecks Anakin's swollen lips and smiles sweetly, a sharp contrast to the way his fingers dig almost painfully into Anakin's shoulder blades where his hands have wormed their way under his back. He shudders in anticipation.
