Anakin surprising Obi-Wan just to make him laugh, and instead it backfires, but in a good way...
First off, I don’t have a kink for costumes (I THINK? I DON’T REMEMBER LOL), and I don’t imagine Ani and Obi has either, but LIKE PLEASE IMAGINE THIS...
Obi-Wan is off on a mission for a few days, while Anakin, surprisingly, has a few days off. Being bored as fuck, Anakin decides to have a walk outside of the temple one sunny day, looking through windows of all kinds of shops at the mid-lower levels of Coruscant. Not low enough to be areas which sells illegal products and services, but just enough that what you may find, may just make your eyes widen and eyebrows twitch.
And just that happens to Anakin, as a wide grin spreads across his lips. Through one of the windows of a particularly interesting, eh, “adult shop”, he sees a pair of lacy undergarments, but what particularly catches his attention is the decorations. Attached to the black briefs is a long, fluffy black tail, adorned with a red lace bow with a bell tied at the tip. And – Casssss I think you get were I’m going with this – along with it, there’s also a pair of black lace thigh highs, a matching red lace bow with bell to tie around the neck, AND to top it all of... a diadem with cute little cat ears.
Anakin stares at the costume for a few seconds before making up his mind. Drawing his cloak up, he sneaks into the shop, as discreetly as he can, and buys it, trying to not giggle too loudly on his way back home to his and Obi-Wan’s quarters. He places the fancy box in a drawer near his bed, and reminds himself to surprise his soooooo vanilla and proper Jedi Master boyfriend once he returns.
Indeed, when Obi-Wan returns, one late evening, everything seems normal, well, as normal as it can be, having a secret relationship with your former master and hiding it from the rest of the world. Obi-Wan, a little exhausted, and tense from all the tedious small talk he had to endure with politicians and other boring people to preserve the peace of the galaxy, pours himself a cup of tea, and scans through a holopad of equally boring facts for his next mission.
Anakin slinks up behind him, bends down and wraps his arms around the older man.
“Hey,” he says with a low voice, trying his damn hardest to sound seductive, which only elicits a laugh from Obi-Wan, not even bothering to look over his obviously-in-the-mood lover. “I got a surprise for you, and I think you’ll like it.”
“Oh,” Obi-wan mimicks Anakin’s tone, which, damn it, Obi-Wan is always better sounding hot, how does he do that, it much be that kriffing coruscanti accent. “Why, if it’s your body, I’m sorry to inform you, love, but I’ve seen it before, and it’s not a surprise, though I’d gladly join you in a moment, once I’ve finished up for today.”
Anaking huffs, pretending to be annoyed. “Alright then, how about I give you ten minutes, then meet me in your bedroom,” he says, and kisses Obi-Wan’s cheek.
Obi-Wan only laughs again, and Anakin leaves, sneaking into his own bedroom, then just as quietly tip toes into Obi-Wan’s bedroom with the box. Once inside, he swiftly changes clothes, gives himself a smirk and a wink while taking a quick look at himself in a mirror on the wall, then leans down, climbs up on the bed, gets on all fours, arches his back, lays his head down to the side on the pillow, and waits, paitently.
After ten long minutes, Obi-Wan walks in, freezes, drops his pad, and stares, jaw slack. Completely speechless. It’s awkwardly quiet.
Finally, Anakin, the hugest dork to ever fucking live, opens his pouty mouth, and breathes out a loooooong purr.
“Meeeeeeooooooow, welcome home, Master,” Anakin moans, fighting back with all his might not to burst out cackling and ruining the so-called mood.
But for once, in Anakin’s goddamn life, his terrible way of seduction actually works. What intentionally was a joke, turns out to be the right buttons to press. Obi-Wan walks over to the bed, leans over, presses himself over Anakin and growls.
“Ani, love, I’m gonna fuck you senseless, right here, right now. You don’t know what your poor ass has gotten into.”
In the end, Obi-Wan strips out of his clothes in the fastest way Anakin has ever seen, and it all escalates into a few glorious hours of Obi-Wan fucking Anakin in all kinds of kriff-it-feels-so-good-Obi-Wan-don’t-fucking-stop-right-there-fuck-me-damn-right-there positions.
Later, in the middle of the night, both worn out from the force-fucking-tastic love making, they lay tangled in a naked mess of arms and legs, chest against chest, Anakin snuggling his face into the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, satisfied, and so madly in love with the man in his arms.
“Hey, Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathes.
“You still got those hideous cat ears on,” he chuckles.
“Damn it!” Anakin rips the diadem off and throws them across the room, then lays down again and pretends that just didn’t happen.
“Well, well, sweetheart, you’re a man full of surprises.”
“Don’t get me started how I didn’t expect you to turn this awful joke into... what we just did.”
“I’m glad I could surprise you too, dear one,” Obi-Wan laughs, a warm, beautiful sound, kissing Anakin’s forhead, and oh, Anakin has never been more in love with Obi-Wan, and he’s so so so fucking happy.
WELL THIS TURNED LONGER THAN I EXPECTED.
I swear, I can write much better than this. I just felt like venting some shipping feels, and turn a small idea into, well, a bigger one. XD Though it did inspire me to write an elaborate fic about it. What do you think? I sure as hell would enjoy it.
