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

Sleep Won't Come The Whole Night Through

• Summary: Anakin Skywalker has been in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi since he was nine-years-old, before he even understood what love was, or what being in love actually meant. But while Little Ani had always dreamt of romance and a happily ever after where Obi-Wan was concerned, eighteen-year-old Anakin knew a fuck without expectations of more was all he’d ever get with the man that would always have the biggest piece of his heart.

Modern AU. Obi-Wan is in a dead marriage, but they stay together for whatever reasons. Anakin is their young neighbor who has been in love with Obi-Wan forever, and eventually convinces Obi-Wan to finally get a divorce. People assume it’s a midlife crisis, or that Anakin will eventually cheat or leave him because he’s so young, but in reality, Obi-Wan and Anakin have a healthy, happy relationship.

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It was hot, heavy, and intense.

The feeling of his cock sliding into Anakin’s tight heat was exhilarating, intoxicating, addictive. He grabbed Anakin’s hips hard enough to bruise as he chased his orgasm, the younger man’s whines encouraging him on.

“Harder, Obi-Wan, harder,” Anakin said breathlessly, grabbing the sheets between his fists, “I can take it.”

He pulled Anakin by the nape to press his back against Obi-Wan’s chest, his cock accurately hitting Anakin’s prostate dead-on with the new angle. His hands roamed across Anakin’s body, wanting to meld them together, while his cock drove deep inside of Anakin to mark him from the inside out.

He bit Anakin’s neck to keep his mouth from saying things he knew he shouldn’t, licking the sting away as Anakin rested his head against his shoulder. There was no room for intimacy or romance between them, there couldn’t be, but Obi-Wan felt both deep inside of him nonetheless; he forced himself to hold them back by pressing bites on Anakin’s neck and shoulders.

The desire to speak remained, close to breaking him, so he pushed Anakin’s face against the bed sheets before resuming the merciless fuck. If he only focused on the tightness of Anakin’s hole on his cock, gripping him so hard it was almost as if it knew Obi-Wan never wanted to leave Anakin, and drove his cock senselessly into it, he could almost forget the weight of the golden band around his ring finger, staring at him, judging him, as he fucked the barely legal kid that had babysat his son for the last three years.

The slap of his balls against Anakin’s ass echoed throughout the empty motel room, the ratty bed sheets tearing under Anakin’s desperate, clawing hands. The room smelled like stale sex, sweaty, heavy, musky, and while a part of Obi-Wan wished to cherish Anakin in lavish rooms worthy of him, he rationally understood that he couldn’t afford such a thing while Satine and him still shared a bank account. And, more importantly, a life.

“I’m not gonna break,” Anakin teased him, clenching his hole so his grip on Obi-Wan’s cock became borderline painful. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Obi-Wan pressed Anakin’s face against the sheets, putting his hand on top of his mouth, so the younger man would be kept busy with it. If Anakin wanted a fucking he would feel for days, Obi-Wan would give it to him.

He thrusted harshly inside of Anakin, chasing his own pleasure, using the younger man’s ass as a fleshlight, uncaring of his pleasure. He would’ve felt bad if he didn’t know that Anakin enjoyed when he did that, citing that it made him feel good that he was able to drive Obi-Wan wild with just his ass.

Anakin was crass, uncaring of propriety and politeness, but Obi-Wan was drawn to him despite it all. Anakin was like a sun — burning hot, blindingly bright — and Obi-Wan could do nothing but orbit around him, hoping the pull of his gravity wouldn’t make them crash and burn when everything was said and done.