3 prompt options for your choosing pleasure :)
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”
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prompt 175 from this list: "well fine, just this once."
tags: sfw, established relationship, sexual mishaps bc they're idiots
Obi-Wan heaves a sigh even before Anakin is halfway through the sentence, knowing exactly what he's going to say.
“Oh, honestly,” he gripes, tossing his data pad aside onto the couch with a huff. There's no chance he'll be able to concentrate on it now, not with Anakin buzzing in front of him and sending him that ridiculously imploring look he always does when he wants something. He's not happy - he’d been looking forward to finishing his cup of tea and reading the very interesting dissertation he'd subscribed to on the latest scanning technologies used to create macro imagery of faded runes from Old Republic temples.
It'll have to wait. As much as he hates to admit it, the aforementioned look does always work on him. Obi-Wan despairs of himself, even as he knows he’d never do a thing to change it.
“Which one this time?” He asks peevishly, sending a sorrowful look towards his half full teacup. It's going to get cold now on top of everything else. Still, the regret is only momentary as he climbs to his feet with a groan, fond exasperation replacing it easily as Anakin bounces on his toes and follows him into the bedroom. It's a familiar feeling.
“Number forty-five, the one where you - “
“The - oh yes, I know which one.” Obi-Wan glances over at where Anakin is already tearing off his tunic and pulling the bedsheets back, neck and chest flushed a pretty pink. He tucks his fingers into his own belt absently, eyes getting hooked onto where the younger man’s leaning over to reach for the bedside with a knee bent. That arse is always a sight; Obi-Wan’s not immune. “You've given this some thought.”
“Yeah.” Anakin turns and drops himself onto the bed, tossing the lube up near the pillows and then fixing Obi-Wan in place with wide eyes. Obi-Wan realises after a moment that they've started a staring contest, moving back to shedding his outer layers. Slowly, because it makes Anakin's cheeks darken further, his blinking grow more rapid. A lovely response, all around - almost enough to make him forget about his missed reading and tea entirely. “Was looking through the book this morning.”
“Oh, really.” Obi-Wan can't help his smirk at that, running a hand deliberately through his hair just to see Anakin inhale deeply. “How naughty of you.”
Anakin frisks in place like he can't stay still, rubbing his thighs together a little. Already desperate. Obi-wan’s smirk becomes a grin. “Come on,” the younger man wheedles, scooting towards the edge of the bed as Obi-Wan steps closer, shirtless now. Anakin immediately runs his hands up his chest and tangles his fingers into the hair there, tugging. It makes Obi-Wan hiss. “‘ve wanted this all day.”
“Then you can be patient.” Obi-Wan captures his wandering hands and pulls him into a nipping kiss by his nape, relishing in the little whimpers it gets him. He disengages before Anakin can turn it messy, reaching for the pad on the bedside and shooting the other an admonishing look when he tries to follow him with his mouth. “Wait, you silly thing. Let me double check - remember what happened last time?”
Anakin pouts but lets him have his way, slumping back as Obi-Wan skims through illustrations and explanations, searching for the right one. “Yeah, yeah” he mutters petulantly, tapping his bare foot against the back of Obi-Wan's calf impatiently. “I get it.”
“Some of these aren't designed for two men, darling,” Obi-Wan sees fit to remind him, rubbing it in because he can. Anakin tsks, blushing even more. “So you'll listen when I tell you what to do. Won't you? Won't you?” He repeats, gripping golden curls and tugging sharply when it makes the impish thing moan. Anakin nods, biting his lip, and Obi-Wan smiles.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, and laughs softly when he sees Anakin's cock twitch. “Now get on your belly.”
"Shit - no, no, I'm gonna - "
"...Obi-Wan?? Are you OK??"
The silence between them is deadly. Obi-Wan’s arse still throbs from where he’d crash landed on the ground. Good gods, he'd really thought for a minute there he was going to be injured in a very tender spot.
Neither of them speaks for a full minute until -
“Let's not try that one again,” Anakin mutters, refusing to turn his head from where he's staring up at the ceiling beside Obi-Wan. His sweaty face is still beet red from embarassment.
“Agreed,” Obi-Wan says quickly, and thinks that’s that. Anakin sniffs and rubs his nose, hand dropping back to the bed. Obi-Wan twitches, mortification still making him jumpy. Perhaps he’ll get to read that dissertation anyway. Far away from the scene of the crime.
“So…good old fashioned missionary instead?”
Obi-Wan wacks him across the chest sharply.
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