“Hmmm,” Obi-Wan said, consideringly. “I’m afraid I don’t quite believe you, darling.”
Anakin’s breath left him in a broken sob, a trembling exhale that shook outward from the center of his chest, ripping itself from his depths, his toes. He was on fire. He was burning up from the inside out, and Obi-Wan was being so mean, so cruel -
“Now now, Padawan-mine,” Obi-Wan soothed. He ran his fingers through Anakin’s hair, nails catching slightly on the sweaty strands that fell heavily into his face.
Anakin butted up against his hand, pleading.
He tried to whisper, but nothing would come out.
It hurt to talk, now. They’d been at this for what felt like hours, and Obi-Wan wouldn’t let Anakin touch him, not until he sang. He never clarified what song, exactly, he wanted to hear, but Anakin suspected it was something only Obi-Wan knew - some vibration in the Force that rang with the sound of his surrender, his submission.
Anakin had made plenty of noise as they played, tonight, but it was his third orgasm that had been wrung from him, screaming.
He didn’t think he had much more noise to give.
Obi-Wan, he tried again. The word floated along their bond, lighting it up like little fire bugs. Each one bursting was a shiver across his skin.
“You do ask so nicely,” Obi-Wan allowed. He brought his hand down across Anakin’s brow, his cheek. Anakin sucked in harshly as it trailed down to his jaw, cupping his chin and twisting his face upward and to the side.
Obi-Wan was so imposing like this. He was always resplendent. Regal, even. But now…
Towering over him - broad chest exposed, strong muscles glistening with sweat and sharply contrasted in the light - he was something else entirely. His eyes glittered dangerously, with that unique eagerness Anakin always associated with hidden depths and unexplored temptations. With joy, and the visceral satisfaction of a job well done.
Seeing that pleasure writ so clear on Obi-Wan’s otherwise impassive face was like a jolt to spine. It energized him, and Anakin shifted his knees on the cold ground, digging them in and arching his back further.
Obi-Wan grinned at him, and Anakin’s heart sped up.
He cleared his throat, putting everything he had - everything he felt - into the words. “Please, Master.”
Obi-Wan’s smile grew teeth, and Anakin knew he’d won.
[I blame the Obikin Discord server and yes Mean Dom Obi-Wan is a treasure 🔥]
