Chapter 6

They lay together enjoying the feel of flesh on flesh until Obi-Wan performed a flip worthy of a man half his age. Using the Force to aid him, he and Anakin ended up on Anakin's cot in reverse position. Now Obi-Wan straddled Anakin, and he wasted no time increasing the heat between them again. Anakin's cock strained against his stomach until Obi-Wan took him in his hand. "Yessss . . ." Anakin hissed and arched his neck to throw his head back.

Starting with an agonizingly slow pace, Obi-Wan intended to wind Anakin up as tightly as he could for maximum effect. He marveled at Anakin's strength as a small cant of his hips lifted Obi-Wan's whole body. His toes dangled above the floor. Lowering gently so as not to dislodge his Master, Anakin began tossing his head right and left.

That was Obi-Wan's cue. He slid down Anakin's thighs a bit and leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock. Then he licked it and finally took the head into his mouth. His boy's taste was ambrosia to him. Abandoning his plans of going slowly, he began to take in more and more of that delicious length. Obi-Wan felt his own cock responding to the noises Anakin was making. He began a low hum of vibration to stimulate Anakin even further.

Just before things got out of hand, however, he removed his mouth, keeping the strokes up with his hand. "Anakin?" he asked softly. Anakin cracked an eyelid to look at him. "I need you to make me ready. I want you inside of me the first time you come for me."

Anakin's eyes were now wide open, and he was grasping for Obi-Wan to move up his body again. He placed both hands on Obi-Wan's firm backside. He massaged the strong muscles and slid a finger down his cleft. Obi-Wan shivered. Anakin reached under his cot into his rucksack and produced a small tube of useful material. He coated two fingers and began running them up and down Obi-Wan's ass again. His Master groaned and pressed back on the fingers when he felt them brush their goal.

Leaning into a passionate kiss with the man below him, Obi-Wan spread himself open to Anakin's questing fingers. One dipped inside, and Anakin broke off the kiss with a gasp, "So tight, Master. So perfect." Obi-Wan chuckled and started kissing up and down on Anakin's neck. He let Anakin dictate the pace this time.

Anakin had learned the value of preparation, and he was in no way going to let his Master not enjoy every single second of this joining. He moved smoothly in and out with one finger before introducing the other. He scissored his fingers to make room for himself. After a minute, he touched lightly on the bundle of nerves hardwired in any man to make them see stars. Obi-Wan yelped and then groaned in pleasure. Anakin used more lube and added a third finger. Almost ready, he thought.

When he withdrew his fingers and gave Obi-Wan a lingering kiss, he whispered, "It's time."

Obi-Wan nodded and lifted himself up slightly to position Anakin's cock. Then he looked deeply into his former Padawan's eyes and said, "I love you, Anakin" as he pressed down on that magnificent hardness. The ring of muscle tightened with pleasure and then relaxed with joy. Anakin was making love to him. And it was rapturous.

With his partner sliding bit by bit onto his cock, Anakin put his hands on Obi-Wan's hips to help steady him. His mind was awash with sensation and thoughts. He was fucking Obi-Wan. How he had wanted this for so long. Once Obi-Wan sheathed him completely, the older man began to move. And Anakin met him with his hips. He watched Obi-Wan's face, his movements, his muscles as they churned under his skin. Anakin's thumbs rubbed up and down narrow hipbones as his pleasure spread from his cock to his pelvis and up and down his legs. He was getting closer to release.

The narrow cot was proving to be a less than ideal place for this, but Anakin was determined to make it work anyway. He used a little bit of the Force to steady it. He was sure his Master wouldn't mind.

When the tight muscles around his cock began to contract as if milking him, it took only a few more strokes, and Anakin was undone. He came hard, keening like a wild animal, clutching Obi-Wan to him and never intending to let go. His grip almost suffocating, Anakin's chest heaved with the need for oxygen. But all he could think was that he needed nothing but who lie in his arms.

Obi-Wan nuzzled against Anakin's jaw, planting small kisses as he went. "How was that?" he asked the incoherent body under him.

"Blurg-" was all Anakin could manage at that moment. Obi-Wan laughed again.

"Ok, take your time," Obi-Wan assured him.

Finally, Anakin regained some composure. "I love you, too," he croaked out. "I wanted to tell you. I just got caught up in what we were doing." He flashed a sheepish grin at Obi-Wan and gave him a bear hug as their sated bodies separated elsewhere.

"Well, now, I am tired," Obi-Wan said with another yawn. "However, I seem to have a bit of a problem here." He gestured to his raging erection.

"No problem," said Anakin. "I have a cure for that."

"I was hoping you would . . . ."

THE END

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