Hero with no fear

That is exactly why I write him this way hehe

I have never seen a more accurate portrayal of my creative process.

//Obi wan’s face. He knows hehe

Havik chuckled at his words, the sound dying out as their lips met. He never would have expected this. Hoped, yes. Thought it would actually happen? Never. And Anakin’s lips felt so soft, so gentle against his own, caressing them as though Havik would run and ruin this moment. It was…Almost timid, if he thought about it. The blonde let his eyes fall closed, pressing back into the kiss just slightly, opening his lips and shifting his body so the angle wasn’t so awkward.

As the kiss deepened Anakin gripped Havik's shoulder and slowly eased him to his back, lips still connected. He could feel the heat, smell the heady scent, the devastating sensuality entering his bloodstream. It was just a kiss... but so incredible... so hot and sensual and passionate. Pulling back for a moment, he checked Havik's expression to see what he thought about this,  then leaned down to kiss him again. This time his own lips opened slightly, a tongue gently moving to caress against his friend's lower lip.

Anakin and Havik are doing the thing. I am gone frands.

Havik couldn’t breathe, those words echoing in his head. The silence before them seemed endless, the touch to his shoulders eliciting a shudder to race down his spine. When they settled on his neck, lifting his chin upwards, he knew he was gone. "Yes…" He breathed, eyes focus on Anakin’s own. Dear Force he was beautiful. Gorgeous. He knew that since they had first met, their meeting by chance and yet it still captured his heart.  "That…That would be more than alright."

Those words were all he needed to hear. Using his flesh hand to bracket the side of Havik’s face, Anakin leaned close, staring into Havik’s clear eyes. He observed the pinkish hue of his cheeks and the perfect shape of his lips, then smiled a little. “You’re really sexy,” he said softly, then slowly closed the space between them as he pressed his full lips against his.  

DSSYUDGYHU I KNOW RIGHT???? AHHHHHHHHHHHH writing that was just guh i tell you these two are gonna be the end of me -.-' *kisses ur cheek to make up for the slap*

Havik was shaking, trembling with such a large amount of need that he couldn’t even begin to fathom the idea of staying still. And he just couldn’t wait. He felt Anakin stop, back already protesting and cold without those hands on his person. The blonde shifted his hips again, a small gasp escaping him as he did so. Maybe he had done something wrong? Maybe Anakin knew what power he had over him and decided…That, perhaps, enough was enough. Havik was about to turn, confront his friend and apologize before things got worse. His apology died in his throat as he felt the Jedi’s breath hit his neck, a louder gasp being wrung from his lips at the sensation. Oh, he wanted more. More of his touch, more of his breath, more of him    ! And then Anakin rolled to the side, throwing off a comment about his eyes, smirking and looking as if everything that had happened hadn’t affected him. The young blonde gave a small laugh, still breathless as he replied. “Never heard…That one before…But I can assure you…I have no ‘special powers’.” His head turned to regard him, Havik not yet wishing to move while he was in his...Situation.  ”I could say the same for yours.”

 The Jedi Knight fell silent, keenly aware of the heat rising in his face as Havik lay there, half-clothed, staring at him with those incredible eyes. The aura in the room was growing warmer, the aroma of hot oil scenting the air, and his own heartbeat was pounding against his ribcage. He shouldn’t—but he couldn’t get himself to turn away.  Havik was clearly trying to hide his immense need; he wanted more from Anakin. That thought made the Jedi feel slightly dizzy and a little overwhelmed. There was no denying that Havik held a strange power over his desires that he couldn’t explain. He wanted—well, a kiss. Just one. It wasn’t such a big deal, was it? No one could dispute a simple kiss shared between friends. The silence stretched on as thin as honey, and suddenly it felt as though there were only two choices to make in that moment. The Jedi turned onto his side, his fingers moving to spread warmed oil across Havik’s shoulders, then dipping down toward the sensitive skin of his neck.  His thumb and forefinger traveled to the jawline of his friend, gently taking hold of his chin and tipping it upward slightly. “I want to kiss you,” he said quietly, his voice rough edged with quiet desire. “Would that be alright?”

that feeling of when you’re in a group of friends but you’re not really in that group of friends