tell me you're so into me.

[quigonejinn]

It had been before Padme, before Anakin lost his hand to Dooku, and Obi-Wan could place this memory as precisely as he did because Anakin had, indeed, still been in possession of both hands. He couldn't have done it with his metal hand, and it couldn't have happened on a planet populated by a larger species, but the bed had been long enough for Anakin to lie down in, short enough for him to loop one foot under the railing at the end and throw one elbow over the headboard.

Anakin had been naked. He'd just stepped out of the shower in the 'fresher, lain down in the bed. Obi-Wan was sitting in one of the armchairs in the half-dark, and he watched Anakin wrap one hand around his cock, stroke himself all the way to orgasm, long and steady and so slow that if Anakin hadn't looped one of his feet under the railing at the end railing, he might have turned over and rubbed against the sheets to get himself off more quickly.

If he hadn't put one arm over the headboard, he might have done that trick he liked where he put one hand on the shaft, gripped hard, then taken his other hand and stroked the area under the head. That got him off in minutes, but as it was, he was stretched out on the bed, and he took it slower, more deliberately than Obi-Wan would have guessed that his Padawan could ever have managed.

Shapes of light on Anakin's bare hips and thighs from the light that was still on in the 'fresher. The damp towel on the floor, the smell of soap and the shower still hanging in the air, the noises that Anakin made because one hand wasn't usually enough for him to bring himself off. The way that the shadows from the headboard and the darkness of the room fell on Anakin's face, but there was light from just below Anakin's lower lip down across his stomach.

It ended somewhat above Anakin's hips, so Obi-Wan could only actually see Anakin's cock when Anakin arched particularly hard, when Anakin began to make those small noises that he usually only made when Obi-Wan had two fingers in his ass and was starting to ease the third one in and Anakin was torn between pushing down for more and the desire to keep what he already had. Sound. The sight of Anakin's hips and stomach moving, the occaisional sight of Anakin's fist moving around his cock, matched by just as many glimpses of Anakin biting down hard on his lower lip and the whimper sneaking out anyways.

The whole experience was several magnitudes more subtle than anything Anakin had ever done before.

In fact, Obi-Wan was pretty sure that it hadn't even been entirely planned. Anakin couldn't been enitrely aware of what he had been doing; Obi-Wan had suspected that when he was watching, confirmed it with Anakin himself afterwards, but Anakin somehow managed to stumble into doing the right thing. He had tried, and as a result, afterwards, Obi-Wan had gone and taken his clothes off and gotten into bed next to Anakin, fucked him hard, then given him a handjob, then kissed and held him for hours the way that Anakin liked until they both finally fell asleep.

They stayed curled around each other most of the night, and afterwards, when Obi-Wan woke the next morning, he remembered being happier than he had been in a long time or would, in fact, again be for a long, long time.