Anakin surprising Obi-Wan just to make him laugh, and instead it backfires, but in a good way...
First off, I donât have a kink for costumes (I THINK? I DONâT REMEMBER LOL), and I donât 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, âadult shopâ, 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 â Casssss I think you get were Iâm going with this â along with it, thereâs 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-Wanâs 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.
âHey,â 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. âI got a surprise for you, and I think youâll like it.â
âOh,â Obi-wan mimicks Anakinâs tone, which, damn it, Obi-Wan is always better sounding hot, how does he do that, it much be that kriffing coruscanti accent. âWhy, if itâs your body, Iâm sorry to inform you, love, but Iâve seen it before, and itâs not a surprise, though Iâd gladly join you in a moment, once Iâve finished up for today.â
Anaking huffs, pretending to be annoyed. âAlright then, how about I give you ten minutes, then meet me in your bedroom,â he says, and kisses Obi-Wanâs cheek.Â
Obi-Wan only laughs again, and Anakin leaves, sneaking into his own bedroom, then just as quietly tip toes into Obi-Wanâs 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. Itâs awkwardly quiet.Â
Finally, Anakin, the hugest dork to ever fucking live, opens his pouty mouth, and breathes out a loooooong purr.
âMeeeeeeooooooow, welcome home, Master,â Anakin moans, fighting back with all his might not to burst out cackling and ruining the so-called mood.
But for once, in Anakinâs 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.
âAni, love, Iâm gonna fuck you senseless, right here, right now. You donât know what your poor ass has gotten into.â
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-donât-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-Wanâs neck, satisfied, and so madly in love with the man in his arms.
âHey, Anakin,â Obi-Wan breathes.
âYou still got those hideous cat ears on,â he chuckles.
âDamn it!â Anakin rips the diadem off and throws them across the room, then lays down again and pretends that just didnât happen.
âWell, well, sweetheart, youâre a man full of surprises.â
âDonât get me started how I didnât expect you to turn this awful joke into... what we just did.â
âIâm glad I could surprise you too, dear one,â Obi-Wan laughs, a warm, beautiful sound, kissing Anakinâs forhead, and oh, Anakin has never been more in love with Obi-Wan, and heâs 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.