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

If Only They Knew

• Summary: Anakin lounged on the tasseled cushions of the plush chair, legs spread and and shoulders hunched, an air of deliberate insolence swirling about him. With his chin tilted he looked across the room at Obi-Wan, a small smirk playing across his lips as he waited for Obi-Wan to enter fully.

In the distance Obi-Wan could hear Windu speaking it someone over his commlink, voice trailing in from the open window as he wound down from the evening.

"I thought you said we shouldn't," Anakin murmured, a pleased expression on his face as he shifted, legs opening wider to invite Obi-Wan in.

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Anakin lounged on the tasseled cushions of the plush chair, legs spread and and shoulders hunched, an air of deliberate insolence swirling about him. With his chin tilted he looked across the room at Obi-Wan, a small smirk playing across his lips as he waited for Obi-Wan to enter fully. He was already nude, his skin a kaleidoscope of colours, the blue light from the moons coalescing with the warmth of the interior light, creating bronze highlights across his jaw and shoulders while the darkness between his thighs and the soft dip along his belly tempted and lured.

In the distance Obi-Wan could hear Windu speaking to someone over his commlink, voice trailing in from the open window as he wound down from the evening.

Obi-Wan had told himself that he wouldn't go to Anakin tonight - that he would remain in his room, tucked away in the recesses of the palace they'd been given residence in by ruler of the planet that had sought aid from them. He would maintain his resolve.

But here he was, stood in Anakin's rooms, the scent of perfumed soaps and blossoms thick in his throat, air muggy and full of tension as Anakin sent a spark through their bond, tugging Obi-Wan closer into the room.

"I thought you said we shouldn't," Anakin murmured, a pleased expression on his face as he shifted, legs opening wider to invite Obi-Wan in.

"I only said we should wait," Obi-Wan replied.

"Wait until Windu can hear us?"

Obi-Wan felt a blush creep up his cheeks and along the back of his neck. His cock twitched, already hard and leaking. It was unbecoming for him to crave Anakin the way he did, and doubly so to give in time and time again. But they had always been carefully locked away, no one having the chance to know what Obi-Wan did with his Padawan when the moon was high and the shadows deep-set.

But Windu was close - close enough where Obi-Wan could still feel him in the force if he reached out. He was a steady reminder of Obi-Wan's duty as a Jedi and a mentor, and a reminder that Obi-Wan had been trusted with a seat on the Council - that he'd been bestowed a place of honour by his peers. The thought of Windu hearing Anakin as Obi-Wan pleasured him only spurred Obi-Wan on, guilt mixing with arousal, cloying and thick as it slipped down his gullet and settled in his stomach.

With trembling hands he undressed under the watchful eyes of Anakin, before falling on his knees in front of him.

Anakin shifted, hips canting forward and legs spreading to show off his cock. Slim and elegant, it fit in Obi-Wan's mouth like it had been made for him, cock slick and smooth as it slipped between Obi-Wan's parted lips and down his throat, Anakin choking him with his eagerness and youthful vigor. Licking his bottom lip, Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin as he brought his hands up to run along Anakin's thick thighs. It wasn't so long ago that Anakin was still so narrow, limbs long and awkward, muscles still forming, his belly still soft with youth.

Obi-Wan missed it.

The thought of Anakin's younger frame giving him pleasure made Obi-Wan's cock let out a thick pearl of precome.