Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Exhibitionism

• Summary: Anakin loves his wife, but he's addicted to his Master's cock.

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Obi-Wan usually had a rule about coming to Padme’s apartment. Very simple. I’m not doing that, Anakin.

“It’s not just her apartment though, it’s my home too!” Of course Anakin thought this was a reasonable defense, instead of what it actually was — a reminder that Anakin wasn’t entirely his. That the Temple, that Obi-Wan himself, weren’t his only ideas of home.

And Obi-Wan had plenty of other reasons he refused to visit Anakin there. The whole place reeked of her. Her food was in the conservator. Her toothbrush in the vanity. There was traces of her everywhere. Including in the ‘fresher of the master bedroom, where Obi-Wan was fucking his cock into Anakin against the jasmine-tiled shower wall; he saw strands of her brunette hair pooling over the drain.

Yes, Obi-Wan usually had a rule. But, Anakin had been finding ways around his rules since he was nine years old — and when he couldn’t find a loop hole, he simply forced Obi-Wan to make an exception. This time, the exception came in the form of a picture of Anakin’s fingers up his ass with the caption she’s not here. So, what choice did Obi-Wan really have? What was he supposed to do? Not show up half-hard and force his former Padawan into the shower so he could wash the scent of his wife away before Obi-Wan sank inside him?

The soap was still nothing like the Temple-issued kind Anakin would smell of if they were in Obi-Wan’s shower. So he opened sucked in breaths through his mouth between words of filth.

“Don’t make me do all the work, Anakin. Fuck yourself back on me,” he breathed out, hot and humid against Anakin’s shoulder. Looking down, he watched Anakin obey, spreading his legs wider and pushing himself back onto his cock until their hips met and they both groaned. “Oh, that’s a good boy.”

“Yeah?” Anakin looked over his shoulder, and braced himself before pulling back and then sinking down again, “I’m good?”

Obi-Wan grit his teeth before bringing a hand down to slap Anakin’s ass. The way the water bounced off it made his cock twitch. “So good, my Anakin. You were made to take cock.” That made Anakin whine and break eye contact, and Obi-Wan opened his mouth to keep going, make him blush and whimper with it, but before he could get the words out—

“Ani?”

Anakin gasped so loud it echoed, and immediately stopped his movements. Obi-Wan slapped a palm over his mouth, feeling the puff of Anakin’s trembling breath. He took a moment for self-inventory, and noticed that rather than his blood running cold, it felt like his cock was getting impossibly harder where it was still buried in Anakin’s ass. Against his hand, Anakin tried to speak— whisper. Obi-Wan, he felt him mouth against his skin. When Obi-Wan leaned forward, his cock sunk deeper, making Anakin clench around him and squirm. Obi-Wan let out a low rumble, before speaking into Anakin’s ear, “You told me she’d be gone past late-meal.”

M’sorry. Against his skin again. When he heard the ‘fresher door slide open, Obi-Wan actually did feel a chill. Still, it did nothing to soften his erection or pry him away from where he and Anakin were plastered together.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled at the sound of her voice. He took his hand off Anakin’s mouth and whispered.

“Speak, you idiot.” When Anakin didn’t immediately start talking, he slid his hand down to pinch at one of his nipples. The little squeak he let out turned into words.

“Padme! H-Hi, you’re home early.” Obi-Wan kept playing with his chest.

“Mon got called away for an some kind of emergency Chandrilla business, nothing too serious I hope. We decided to table everything until she was available again.”

The comings and goings of Senators were of no interest to Obi-Wan, so he kept playing with Anakin’s chest, bringing his other hand up to rub a nipple between two fingers until Anakin’s mouth hung open and he tried to sink back further on Obi-Wan’s cock. “Oh?” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Anakin?” Padme asked.

Obi-Wan shoved his hips forward, grinding so harshly he was sure Anakin’s dick must’ve hurt being shoved against the wall like that.

“Sorry, angel.” For that, Obi-Wan pushed him against the wall harder. “S’too bad, I know you were—uh,” Anakin reached back and sunk a hand into Obi-Wan’s hair. “Hoping to get a lot done today.” He clenched around Obi-Wan’s cock.

“You little slut,” Obi-Wan said into his ear, “You like this?” He rolled his hips, trying to grind his cock against Anakin’s prostrate.

“Uh-huh,” Anakin whispered.

“I suppose it could be worse,” Padme said. “Better than a crisis on Naboo. At least I got to come home to you.”

Obi-Wan lifted one of Anakin’s legs at the knee to shove even deeper into Anakin. “So big,” Anakin mumbled, desperate.

“Mm, you want me to send you out there gaping from my cock? Give you back to her all sore and open? Get my come all over those expensive sheets of hers?” Obi-Wan thrusted as hard as he could while only being able to move an inch, lest the slap of their skin alert Anakin’s wife. They ground against each other in punched out, harsh little movements.

“Ani, is everything alright in there?”

Obi-Wan pinched his ass. “Yes!” Anakin tried not to yelp and somewhat succeeded. “Just a lot o-on my mind. Why don’t you go pick out a holo-film for us to watch when I’m out.” Turning slightly, he craned his neck until Obi-Wan could suck his tongue into his mouth for a moment, then he spoke against his lips, “Anything you want.”

Licking at Anakin’s teeth until they shined with his spit, Obi-Wan took Anakin’s cock in his hand and played with it, stroking loosely and running his thumb over the pink tip of him. “Are you sure you want that, Anakin? Are you sure you don’t want her to stay here and listen to me fuck you? You don’t want her to hear what a little whore her husband is? How nothing can truly satisfy you except me and my cock?”

“Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan,” Anakin whispered. Looking down, Obi-Wan saw his toes curling.

“Alright. Did you have anything mind for late-meal?”

Tell her you’re already full, Obi-Wan thought. He didn’t say it though; Anakin laughing would be harder to explain away.

“Uh,” Anakin choked out.

“Tell me, Anakin. What do you love more? Your wife or your Master’s cock?” He stroked Anakin faster, feeling his gut tighten, and had to bite into Anakin’s shoulder when he circled his hips and started fucking himself back on his cock with short, staccato little movements that made his ass bounce. “Fucking hell, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered.

“You, you. Your cock, Obi-Wan. Master, I need it, I love it, so much —” And then he was silent, mouth hung open while Obi-Wan shivered at the rhythmic clench of his ass around him and the warmth of his come spilling over his fingers.

“Anakin, seriously.” Padme sounded annoyed now.

Anakin gurgled out a sound then responded slowly, voice throaty. “Dex’s is fine.” Then, the door was shut again, and Obi-Wan shoved his covered fingers into Anakin’s mouth.

He pulled out, and flew his hand over his cock, panting out breaths and imagining Padme opening the shower to see Anakin on his knees with his cock shoved down his throat. In their bed, bent over and leaking Obi-Wan’s seed. Anywhere, anything — showing her what was really his. With a grunt, he came, splattering milky ropes over Anakin’s tan ass, shoving his cock against him and humping him to ride out his orgasm until he slumped against him.

“Why didn’t you come inside me?” Anakin asked quietly, with a pretty pout.

Obi-Wan pulled back, daring the sound of slapping Anakin’s ass again. “You really took her to Dex’s? That’s our place and you know it.”