A small snippet from an old work To long for, to get, to take and to give.
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The whole thing felt like a dream.
Obi-Wan came back to him to intertwine his fingers with his. He looked into his eyes, seemed to be searching for something. Anakin felt his mind brush gently against his, and he let his own brush against Obi-Wan's, enjoying the familiar intimate feeling of their Force signature meeting, though he longed to open fully and let them merge, perhaps later.
Behind them Quin was surprisingly quiet, watching them with dark intense eyes.
Obi-Wan leaned forward, and Anakin did not hesitate, at last their lips met in a fervent kiss. It was exactly as Anakin had dreamed, intense, gentle, demanding, and exhilarating.
He lifted one hand to tangled his fingers in Obi-Wan's hair, pulling him even closer. Marveling, he felt how Obi-Wan willingly let himself be guided, allowing their mouths to slide effortlessly against each other. The light scratching of his beard, sent a shiver of arousal through him. Tentatively, he opened his mouth slightly, and Obi-Wan immediately took advantage of the invitation to make the kiss even deeper. One of his hands now rested on Anakin's hip, and with it he pulled Anakin close to him.
When they finally had to release each other's lips to breath, Anakin laughed quietly and leaned his forehead against Obi-Wan's. "What's so funny dear one?" Obi-Wan asked, his mouth still only inches from his. "Nothing special Master, just that this feels like a dream." He gasped excited, as Obi-Wan's raised his hand, letting his fingers run down his neck and chest, to begin loosening his clothes with quick sure movements. Kissing him lightly Obi-Wan whispered "I assure you darling, this is not a dream."
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I got this awesome quinobiani prompt from @thetimesinbetween so here's my lil fic for it (actually 3.6k lmao)!! The sentence prompts are "Do you really think you can handle it?" and "Have you thought about this?" 🥰
Warning for first time blow jobs, anal sex, and Quinlan saying "tits" lol
"D'you think Anakin would want to join us sometime? In bed?" Quinlan asks as they both catch their breath and Obi-Wan flops back onto his back, feeling sticky and spent from their latest casual romp.
"What?" Obi-Wan responds quickly, the surprise sending an unwelcome shockwave through his fuzzy, post-orgasm mind. "Why would you say that?" Quinlan lifts his head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh, because you've clearly been into each other for forever, and he's super cute and fun to tease," Quinlan responds like it's obvious. "Plus, I saw him ogling me in the Temple baths the other day and he blushed so hard when I caught him looking." Obi-Wan bites his lip and turns his head, emotions warring within him. It's true that he's always loved Anakin more than he feels he should and that he finds Anakin attractive, but . . .
"I couldn't," he says, with finality.
"Why not?" Quinlan asks curiously. "And don't say because he was your Padawan." The reasons are numerous, not least because Obi-Wan feels Anakin deserves someone better than what he could give him. Maybe he deserves Quinlan? But that still sends an ache through his chest at just the thought.
"He . . ." Obi-Wan starts, trying to think of something to explain his tumult of feelings, something that's still true. "He doesn't have much experience, I don't think. In fact, he's never outwardly appeared interested in sex with anyone at all, and so I'm not sure your proposition would go well."
"Hmm, well, he's an adult so he can tell me that himself," Quinlan responds with a shrug. "I don't think it would hurt to try. Just imagine . . . teaching your Padawan one last thing," Quinlan teases, poking him in the side. Obi-Wan feels himself blush, determined not to think about that. "But if you don't want to I can just do it myself," Quinlan continues, and Obi-Wan suddenly turns to look at him.
"No!" He says quickly, too quickly, and a slow grin creeps across Quinlan's face, and Obi-Wan knows he stepped right into his trap.
"Oh, jealous, Obi?" Quinlan says playfully, and Obi-Wan swallows.
"Just . . . maybe you two can do something together and I'll . . . supervise," Obi-Wan says with difficulty, not wanting to give in all the way but unable to risk not being there. Quinlan snorts.
"Yeah, supervise, right." Quinlan turns and gives him a loud kiss on his cheek. "You tell yourself that, Obi-Wan."
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Oh, Force. Anakin looks so nervous. Quinlan had done as he'd said and invited both Anakin and Obi-Wan over to his quarters, but it's clear that Anakin has no idea why he has been summoned. He shifts on his feet, his hands hidden in his robes and looking like he's about to be reprimanded.
"Is something wrong, Masters?" He asks anxiously, still standing in the middle of Quinlan's quarters while Quinlan lounges on the couch next to Obi-Wan, who's sitting stiffly and waiting for disaster.
"No, no," Quinlan assures him, though Anakin doesn't look very reassured. "Anakin, I've gathered you here today . . . to ask if you'd like to fuck," Quinlan continues, and Obi-Wan sighs quietly, disappointed but not surprised at the way Quinlan went about doing this. Anakin's eyes immediately go wide and his cheeks suddenly bloom bright red.
"Is this a joke?" He asks weakly, and the urge to reach out and comfort Anakin is like a terrible itch.
"No, I'm afraid he's quite serious, Anakin," Obi-Wan replies quickly, getting ready to do damage control. He knew this would happen and now things are going to be even more awkward between them than it has been since Anakin was Knighted. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable—"
"No!" Anakin interrupts, and Obi-Wan just blinks at him. "I'm . . . I'm interested," he says shyly, eyes flickering over to Quinlan, who turns to give Obi-Wan a quick look of, I told you so. "But . . . why are you here, Master?" Anakin asks him, and Obi-Wan can barely take Anakin calling him Master while he's looking so eager but shy and blushing all at once.
"Oh, he wants to watch," Quinlan says bluntly, and Anakin looks somehow even more surprised.
No," Obi-Wan quickly says, "well, yes I do, but I want to be there to make sure you have a good experience, if you would have me," Obi-Wan attempts to explain, though it sounds a bit silly and he can see Quinlan rolling his eyes at him. Anakin just blushes harder. "Not that I don't trust Quinlan, because you know we've had our fun, but I care about you very much Anakin." Anakin ducks his head and gives him a bashful smile.
"I do too, Obi-Wan," he says, "and I'd be fine with you actually joining, but watching is cool too," he quickly finishes, surprising Obi-Wan even further. Quinlan just shoots him another smug look that Obi-Wan ignores.
"I'll just watch," Obi-Wan says faintly, fearful he might actually combust if he got to touch Anakin right now.
"Well, if you change your mind . . ." Quinlan says with a grin, and then he's getting up and walking over to Anakin.
"But . . . are you sure?" Anakin mumbles as Quinlan steps close to him, as if still shocked that people want him.
"Yes, you're adorable and gorgeous and sexy as hell," Quinlan says, which makes Anakin bite his plump bottom lip. "But this is all you, so you decide what we do," Quinlan says seriously.
"Could—could you kiss me?" Anakin says so softly, and Quinlan's grin widens, and Obi-Wan knows Quin is going to have fun with him.
"Of course, baby." Then Quinlan sidles up to him and wraps one arm gently around his waist while the other tilts his chin, and then Quinlan captures Anakin's lips in a kiss, cutting off a little noise from Anakin. Obi-Wan has to admit they're quite beautiful together, with Quinlan confident and guiding while Anakin is still clumsy and unsure, the two complementing each other well.
He knows Quinlan likes using his teeth, so he can guess that Quinlan nips at Anakin's lower lip to make him let out that little sound again and then they're kissing deeper, Quinlan's tongue pressing inside, wet sounds coming from the slide of their lips and tongues. Obi-Wan realizes his hands are already tightly gripping onto his thighs and he tries to relax, knowing he will be seeing much more before the night is up and he can't be cracking already. Quinlan's hands have started to wander, caressing over Anakin's body like Obi-Wan aches to do, down over his chest, his hips, around to squeeze at his ass.
Quinlan murmurs something to him when they part for a moment and Anakin nods in reply, and then Quinlan is undressing him from his robes with ease. Anakin's robe falls to the floor, and then his belt, his obi, his tunics, his boots, until he's only in his trousers. Obi-Wan has seen him like this many times before but now it feels different to see his chest rise with each breath and see how his torso is bloomed in a blush, to see Quinlan's hands all over him and know what's coming. "Pretty little tits," Quinlan remarks, giving his pecs a little squeeze, and Anakin practically squeaks.
"Quin, don't," Obi-Wan cuts in, thinking Anakin won't like that.
"I didn't know I was getting critique from the audience tonight," Quinlan says with a look over at him, evidently taking in the way he's sitting, as he tries not to beg to join or touch himself or say any of the filthy things he wants to say to Anakin.
"I like it, Master," Anakin softly assures him, even as he blushes fiercely, and Quinlan raises an eyebrow at Obi-Wan before turning back to Anakin.
"Obi-Wan can't seem to stop protecting you even though you're not his Padawan anymore," Quinlan says, twisting Anakin's nipples between his fingers and making his head fall back. "He just cares for you so much, huh?" Anakin whimpers at that, especially when Quinlan ducks his head to kiss down Anakin's neck. "But I can still teach you how to feel good," Quinlan continues, with a look over at Obi-Wan, gaze playful and coaxing. Obi-Wan swallows.
Anakin whispers something and Quinlan pulls back again, smirking, and starts to take off his own clothes. Obi-Wan doesn't need to watch, having seen this many times, but what he does watch is Anakin's reaction. Anakin, who's always so open with his emotions, who goes wide-eyed and needy at the sight of Quinlan's bare, muscled chest and the obscene bulge through his trousers. Quinlan always likes to show off, so he runs a hand down his chest, over his abs and the dusting of hair, down to grip his hard cock through the fabric. Anakin licks his lips and makes one of those whimpery sounds again and that is what's going to kill Obi-Wan.
"You wanna suck on it?" Quinlan asks Anakin teasingly, and Obi-Wan is just about to call Quinlan's name again when Anakin nods shakily and gets down on his knees without asking. Oh. Quinlan looks surprised too, but not for long, that smirk coming back as he steps closer and runs his hands through Anakin's hair, making his eyelashes flutter. "You're so pretty on your knees," Quinlan remarks, and Obi-Wan has to agree with him. Anakin shivers from the praise and watches avidly as Quinlan finally pulls off his trousers and underwear and takes his hard cock into his hand.
"Have you ever done this before?" Quinlan asks, and Anakin shakes his head, practically trembling. "That's okay, I'll show you how." He guides his cock to Anakin's lips and Anakin immediately licks the tip of it. "That's it," Quinlan encourages. Emboldened, Anakin parts his lips and takes the head into his mouth, sucking on it softly, curiously, his pink lips parted around Quinlan's cock. Quinlan keeps one hand on his cock to keep it steady and prevent Anakin from going further than he's able, while the other hand cards through his curls.
"Fuck, that's good," Quinlan groans as Anakin slowly and steadily takes more into his mouth and tries to create a rhthym. Anakin moans around him and Obi-Wan can see the way Quinlan now trembles too, the way his breath comes in gasps. But he still treats Anakin so gently, letting him explore and do what he wants, and Obi-Wan aches so much to be in Quinlan's place or even crouched behind Anakin, scratching at his head and praising him and giving him tips. "Knew that pretty mouth would feel so good," Quinlan says, and Anakin looks up at him pleadingly, eyes hazy and dull of desire.
"Obi-Wan's cock is even bigger than mine," Quinlan continues breathlessly, and Anakin lets out a surprised whine. "So you'd have to stretch your lips even more to take him, and even I still can't do that easily." Obi-Wan has started to breathe heavier too, feeling hot and dizzy with arousal. Anakin increases his pace at Quinlan's words, moaning around him continuously now and hollowing his cheeks, until he swallows around him. That makes him nearly choke for a second and he pulls off on instinct, lips shiny and swollen and eyes a little watery.
"Mmh," Quinlan murmurs, bringing his hand down to trace his thumb over Anakin's lips. "Do you want to do anything else before you make me come like this?" Quinlan asks him, and Anakin shudders once more.
"I want—" Anakin says, eyes flickering over to Obi-Wan before looking back up at Quinlan again. "I want you to fuck me," he admits quietly, and Obi-Wan's fingers dig sharply into the meat of his own thighs.
"Good boy," Quinlan says, and Obi-Wan wants to be the one saying that to Anakin, to get that beautiful reaction out of him, as visible pleasure and gratification washes over Anakin from the praise. "And have you ever done that before?" Quinlan asks Anakin.
"Just by myself," Anakin whispers, and Quinlan's eyes gleam just as Obi-Wan feels a frantic thudding in his chest, barely able to take this any longer.
"Okay, baby, we're going to go nice and gentle," Quinlan says, helping Anakin up off the floor. "And I'm sure Obi-Wan will let me know if anything is wrong," Quinlan teases, and Obi-Wan can only swallow dryly once more. Then Quinlan is helping Anakin step out of his pants and underwear and coaxing him to lie down on the soft rug by the couch, before pulling out a bottle of lube from one of his secret stashes. "Hand me that pillow, will you, Obi-Wan?" Quinlan asks him, nodding to a throw pillow on the couch, and Obi-Wan does as he says, moving as if in a dream.
Quinlan props the pillow under Anakin's hips, giving him soft touches over his strong thighs, his flushing cock, his quivering stomach. Anakin looks so nervous but excited too. "It's alright," Quinlan soothes him. "Obi-Wan is right there." That does seem to calm him down, as well as make him leak precome onto his belly. "You're so pretty," Quinlan coos, before coaxing his legs up and back. "And pretty here too," he remarks, petting a finger around Anakin's hole and making him whimper. Obi-Wan can't see much of it from this angle, but Quinlan starts describing it for him anyway.
"Fuck, Obi-Wan, his hole's so fucking tiny," Quinlan says with a groan, fingers still caressing over his rim. "So pink and clenching like it wants me inside so bad." Obi-Wan has to take a few deep breaths in order to recover from that. "Gonna look gorgeous spread around my cock," he says a bit smugly, and Obi-Wan knows that part is specifically directed at him. Anakin's breath hitches and his hips arch up, even as he looks so bashful. "I'm gonna open you up, okay?" Quinlan tells him as he takes his hand away from Anakin and opens the lube, and Anakin nods shakily.
Quinlan rubs some lubed fingers over Anakin's hole and then starts to slowly press one in, Obi-Wan watching intently as a shudder runs through Anakin and his eyes flutter closed, his face twisting up in an expression of pleasure. One finger soon slides in and out with ease and it has Anakin letting out continuous little whimpers, biting onto one of his own fingers on his flesh hand as he squirms. Quinlan adds another finger and that rips out a moan of Anakin as Quinlan curls them and rubs the pads of his fingers against what Obi-Wan can only assume is Anakin's prostate.
"Taking it so well," Quinlan praises, looking down at his deft fingers disappearing inside of Anakin. "So sweet, baby." Obi-Wan is entranced by the way a pretty pink blush covers Anakin's skin, the way his cute cock looks so, so hard, the way he starts sucking on one finger like he's that needy for something in his mouth to help keep him grounded. Obi-Wan is so distracted that he misses when Quinlan fits in a third finger beside the rest, steadily stretching Anakin open until he looks like he's falling apart, his curls strewn out behind him on the floor like a halo.
Then Quinlan leans down and whispers something to Anakin before pulling back again, and Anakin turns his head and opens his eyes, looking right at Obi-Wan. His eyes can barely stay open, hooded and hazy as they are, and his face looks so desperate, like he's pleading with Obi-Wan for more, for whatever he'll give him. This is too much. This might be what breaks him.
"Anakin—" Obi-Wan garbles out before he can stop himself.
"Hm, Master?" Anakin asks dreamily, looking up at him through his lashes.
"I—" Obi-Wan swallows, feeling like he can't talk with how much he wants this, with how much he wants Anakin. Quinlan looks over at Obi-Wan and grins.
"I think he wants to touch you now," Quinlan says to him softly, and Anakin makes a surprised little sound.
"He does?" Anakin says disbelievingly, looking back up at Quinlan.
"Yes, I've hardly ever seen him look so desperate," Quinlan says to him, sneaking another look at him, and Obi-Wan supposes that is true. "Can he join, baby?" Anakin's answer is immediate.
"Yes, yes, Master, please," he begs, and Obi-Wan is moving before he even realizes it. He gets down onto the floor to kneel beside Anakin, one hand outstretched and wavering, not sure what he can do. "You can touch, Master," Anakin says breathlessly, and Obi-Wan rests his hand gently on Anakin's trembling torso, caressing the soft skin there and making him shiver, their gaze caught on one another's. He knows Quinlan is looking at him with the most smug face of all time, but he can't even bring himself to care.
"Do you want Obi-Wan to fuck you?" Quinlan asks Anakin. "I think you two deserve a moment together," he says honestly, and Anakin immediately nods, still staring up at Obi-Wan. Anakin's face scrunches up as Quinlan carefully takes his fingers out of him, before handing the lube to Obi-Wan. Anakin's stare is heavy as he watches Obi-Wan undo his pants just enough to take his hard cock out, Anakin's eyes widening once he sees it. Obi-Wan feels faint with arousal as he lubes up his cock and finally gets to touch where he's so aching, throbbing in his grip.
"Do you really think you can handle it?" Quinlan teases Anakin, watching him watch Obi-Wan. "I told you he's big."
"I want to try, I want to be good, please—" Anakin immediately says, and Obi-Wan has to reach out to caress Anakin's face.
"Oh, Anakin, you are, you are so good," Obi-Wan murmurs, and Anakin smiles up at him. As if in a dream, Obi-Wan positions his cock at Anakin's hole. "Okay?" He asks once more, and at Anakin's vehement nod, he starts to press in. Everything narrows down to this moment, to Anakin looking up at him with stars in his eyes as Obi-Wan sinks into him, wet and hot and tight and already clenching around him. It's nearly unbearable and he feels a sense of disbelief that that is happening, that he is with Anakin in this way.
"Have you thought about this?" Obi-Wan has to ask as he stills inside of Anakin, who's taking big, gasping breaths as he adjusts.
"All the time," Anakin admits, and then his head falls back as Obi-Wan starts to rock forward, thrusting into him slowly and gently which is about all he can personally take at the moment too. Anakin's cock bobs between them and he has to touch it for him, moving his fist as he moves into him and making Anakin whine.
"You two are gorgeous together," Quinlan remarks, and Obi-Wan looks over to find him sitting there watching them and stroking his cock. Obi-Wan had almost forgotten Quinlan was there, so lost in Anakin that he was. "His cock feels good, doesn't it?" Quinlan asks Anakin, and Anakin can only nod again, arms coming up to wrap around Obi-Wan's neck. Obi-Wan thrusts into his harder and it makes Anakin cry out in the most beautiful way, Obi-Wan's free hand digging into Anakin's hips and unable to take his eyes off of him.
"You should fuck Obi sometime too," Quinlan continues to Anakin, his voice getting breathier. Anakin lets out a moan. "He's super tight and always moans like a whore when you give it to him rough." Obi-Wan grits his teeth, trying desperately hard not to think about Anakin fucking him lest he wants to come right this moment.
"Stop talking," he grits out, and he can hear the grin in Quinlan's voice.
"Why, you can't handle it?" Obi-Wan flicks hair out of his face, breathing heavily as he starts a steady pace of fucking into Anakin, his hand moving over him a bit clumsily but enough to keep pulling those sweet little sounds out of anakin. Words suddenly start falling out of Obi-Wan's mouth in retaliation to Quinlan's teasing, before he can even think.
"He's so tight, Quin," he tells him, "just sucking me in like he's made for this, such a good boy." He almost regrets talking about Anakin in that way when he realizes what he said, but then Anakin's eyes roll back and suddenly he comes, his cock pulsing in Obi-Wan's hand and streaking come across his abs, shaking and trembling as his orgasm rolls over him, quivering around Obi-Wan's cock.
"Oh, fuck," Quinlan curses, and Obi-Wan can hear himself stroking himself off faster now. Obi-Wan's pace has nearly come to a halt with the surprise of Anakin coming like that, but he starts fucking into him once more as Anakin finally opens his eyes again and looks up at him pleadingly, tugging at him to continue.
"Fuck—you're so beautiful, so good, I love—love seeing you like this," Obi-Wan rambles, and Anakin keens.
"I'm gonna come," Quinlan gasps out, shuffling closer to Anakin. "Can I come all over your tits, baby?" He asks Anakin, and Anakin nods, looking over at him pleadingly too, and Obi-Wan immediately wants Anakin's gaze back on him. But for now they both watch as Quinlan groans and spills over Anakin's chest, before scooping up some come with two fingers and pressing them to Anakin's mouth. Anakin takes them in easily and starts sucking, his eyes back to meeting Obi-Wan's, intent and full of desire, pulling Obi-Wan closer and closer to the edge.
He finally tips over it with a grunt, achy pleasure soaring through him as he comes deep inside of Anakin, messily pressing forward a few more times until he can catch his breath again. They're all left sweating and breathing heavily in the quiet that follows, Anakin looking adoringly up at him as Obi-Wan strokes loving hands all over his spent body. Then Quinlan breaks the silence with a breathless laugh and words spoken in a sing-songy voice.
