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Relationships and crushes had always eluded Obi-Wan. Around twelve, most younglings and padawans his age were talking about crushes and wanting to hold hands and kiss others and Obi-Wan had never cared about it. In truth, he had bigger problems at hand. For instance, he was twelve and no Master had chosen him as their apprentice yet.

He knew he was weak in the Force; he had always struggled with the classes while the majority of his classmates had no issues in using the Force. Meditating also didn’t quite work; Master Yoda had been kind enough to help him in dual meditation, but he believed Obi-Wan would get better at it once he had a Master who would meditate with him until it became natural to him. He was also too emotional at times; because he couldn’t meditate, his connection to the Force was weak and more often than not he couldn’t send his emotions to the Force.

All of that had made it almost impossible for Obi-Wan to find a Master. He knew some people, some that were better than him, that had ended up without a Master and had been sent to AgriCorps. Obi-Wan wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he was sent away from his family, from the Temple. He had lived here his whole life, since he was a couple of months old. He couldn’t remember any other family, any other home that wasn’t here. If he ended up not being a Jedi, he didn’t know what he would do.

Therefore, he believed he was justified in not caring about relationships, since he spent most of his time worried about what the future held. Although he cared deeply for all his peers and considered them family, none of them held any physical appeal.

By thirteen, Obi-Wan was told that if he didn’t pass his trials, he would be sent to the AgriCorps as he was growing older, and it wouldn’t be fit for them to keep him around.

Unless someone decided to train him, that was.

There were three Knights available who could potentially get a Padawan, and Obi-Wan hadn’t been close to any of them. One of them, in fact, was the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker.

Obi-Wan knew he would never catch Knight Skywalker’s attention at all. Someone so strong in the Force probably didn’t even notice Obi-Wan’s Force signature. Besides, the man was often off planet, fighting in wars all over the galaxy.

From the other two possibilities, one of them had just turned a Knight, so Obi-Wan doubted she would be willing, or even allowed, to take a padawan so soon, as it was encouraged that Knights went on a few missions on their own after their knighting ceremony before they got to have any padawan.

The last one was an older Jedi, but rumour had it that he didn’t want any more padawans, as he had had some unfortunate experiences with a few of his latest padawans (one of them died in a mission, another turned dark, and another got someone pregnant and decided to leave the Order).

As Obi-Wan was ready to accept his fate that he would never be a Jedi, the Council requested his presence. He knew at once why, and he felt like crying, his eyes prickling with unshed tears. If he was sent to the AgriCorps, it was because the Force wanted him to. If it was his fate, he would learn to accept it.

However, the moment he got in, he noticed Knight Skywalker standing at the podium in the centre of the room. He staggered for a brief moment before Yoda beckoned him in. He avoided Knight Skywalker’s eyes as he walked to him, standing beside him, and looking at the Masters in the room.

“Are you absolutely certain you want this, Skywalker?” Master Windu asked, and Obi-Wan felt nervous that he might be intruding somehow, even though he had been asked to be there. He waited in silence in perfect posture, but his heart was hammering in his chest.

“Yes, Master.” Knight Skywalker’s voice was melodic and Obi-Wan felt the urge to look up, to stare at the face of the Hero With No Fear. Instead, he didn’t dare move.

“Very well,” Master Windu said, turning to look at Obi-Wan, but who spoke next was Master Yoda.

“Your Master Skywalker is, Padawan Kenobi.” The words didn’t register instantly, and Obi-Wan had to blink a couple of times as he stared at Master Yoda. He couldn’t have heard it properly, could he?

“Pardon?” He asked dumbly, and he belatedly noticed he was trembling. His whole body was shaking, and he felt like crying once more, but this time for a completely different reason.

“Knight—I mean, Master Skywalker has requested the Council to take you into his apprenticeship.” Master Windu explained, although he looked slightly annoyed. Obi-Wan wondered if he was upset that Obi-Wan wasn’t going to the AgriCorps anymore.

“A wise decision it is,” Master Yoda said with a hum. “The Force approves of this. Right, Skywalker is.” Obi-Wan still couldn’t quite believe it, but he bowed slightly towards the Masters.

“I won’t disappoint the Order,” Obi-Wan promised, looking at Master Yoda, who had always believed in him. If he could, he would have run to the small Master and hugged him, but he knew it would be improper, so he stayed still – or as still as his trembling body allowed him to.

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder and Obi-Wan froze, finally raising his gaze to look at the smiling man by his side.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Obi-Wan. I hope I’ll be a worthy Master,” Master Skywalker said, and he looked so kind. Obi-Wan wanted to hug him, but once again he ignored the urge to do such a silly thing – he wasn’t a youngling anymore.

No, he was a Padawan now.

“Thank you, Master, for choosing me. I’ll give my best.” Obi-Wan promised and Master Skywalker’s smile was blinding.

“I know you will,” he turned to the Council then and bowed slightly as well. “Thank you, Masters. Are we excused?”

“Yes, go. Train your Padawan.” Master Yoda said, and Master Skywalker tugged at Obi-Wan’s shoulder gently, prompting him to walk in front of him, Master Skywalker guiding him out of the Council Chamber.

“Well, Padawan,” Master Skywalker said as they stopped outside the Council doors. “Do you have anything in your rooms that you need to get before you move in with me?” Obi-Wan shook his head. He knew better than to have possessions, as he knew it would develop into attachment.

“Only some clothes,” Obi-Wan said, his voice small, and he was embarrassed that he was feeling shy.

Because as happy as he was that he wouldn’t be sent away to the AgriCorps and that he would become a Jedi, it just dawned on him that his Master was Anakin Skywalker.

Why would the Chosen One choose him out of all the other younglings from the Temple? Obi-Wan knew of many younglings who were stronger in the Force, who were better than Obi-Wan in all his classes and who were younger. And as much as it didn’t make any sense, he wouldn’t complain about it. He would be the first padawan of Master Skywalker, and he would study like never before to be worthy of that title.

“I’ll have my droid bring your clothes later then. I wanted us to know a little more about each other, is that okay?” Master Skywalker’s smile never vanished from his face, and Obi-Wan felt warm. Regardless of the reason Master Skywalker had chosen him, he seemed genuine in his desire to train Obi-Wan.

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan said. He wanted to look away, avoid Master Skywalker’s intense gaze, but he couldn’t. There was something about those blue eyes that had Obi-Wan hypnotized.

“First stop, our quarters,” Master Skywalker let go of his shoulder and started walking, but not too fast until Obi-Wan was walking beside him. “I want us to create our training bond, so I thought our quarters would be better suited for that. We can try meditating as well. Master Yoda said you had some difficulty with it, right? We’ll probably create our bond while meditating, so that will be good for you. After that, I’ll braid your hair and cut it, and then we can go out to eat and celebrate. What do you say?”

From everything Obi-Wan had ever heard about Knight Skywalker, the man was stoic, didn’t really talk all that much with the other Knights, and was more off planet than on Coruscant. From the rumours and gossip, Skywalker was never seen with a smile, and he was hardly ever polite, even to the Council Members.

And yet, here the man was, smiling and talking to Obi-Wan with a gentle tone. Obi-Wan knew better than to believe rumours, although he guessed he would be forever thankful to Master Skywalker for giving him a chance, even if the man was more introverted.

“Sounds great, Master!” Obi-Wan said excitedly, but he cringed a moment later at his voice breaking. For the last few months his voice had been changing and it would sometimes get too high. Fortunately, Master Skywalker didn’t comment on it.

“You don’t need to call me Master at every sentence, Obi-Wan,” Master Skywalker said with a chuckle, and Obi-Wan blushed. He hadn’t noticed he was doing it.

“I’m sorry, Master,” he said and the next second he groaned at having said the word once again. “It’s just… I’m happy I have a Master now.” For some time now he truly had believed he wouldn’t have a Master at all.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Master Skywalker said, a hand coming to rest on Obi-Wan’s shoulder once again. “If you want to say it at every sentence, feel free to do so. I just don’t want you to feel pressured to be all formal with me all the time, okay?” His tone now was a bit more serious, but his eyes were still kind, and Obi-Wan nodded.

“Thank you, Master.”

Some more minutes later, they finally reached Master Skywalker’s quarters – or, rather, their shared quarters.

The living area was quite large, with a kitchen at a reclused corner. It looked cozy, well-lived in, even though it was clear that Master Skywalker didn’t stay here often. Obi-Wan wondered why he had gotten such a huge place if he hadn’t had a padawan yet, but he guessed it would be too impolite to ask. Perhaps the Council had been trying to convince him to get a padawan and thought this would encourage him. Or the Council was thankful for everything the Hero With No Fear had done for the Order.

Regardless of the reason, Obi-Wan was a bit stunned that he would get to live in such a place.

“You’ll be free to decorate your room however you feel like, but right now let’s sit here.” Master Skywalker guided Obi-Wan to a space between the sofa and the holo-tv, where a fluffy carpet covered the floor. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, already lowering himself to sit on the carpet, legs crossed in front of him.

Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment before doing the same, sitting in front of his Master. He didn’t even have time to question his Master about decorating his room – wasn’t that close to attachment? – because Master Skywalker took Obi-Wan’s hands in his and closed his eyes.

“Close your eyes, Padawan,” Obi-Wan did as was told. “Breathe in slowly and then let it out.” He demonstrated what Obi-Wan should do, and Obi-Wan tried to do the same. “Try to keep your mind as blank as possible. You’ll feel a prodding at your mind, I’ll reach out to you to create our training bond, but don’t be afraid. If you feel uncomfortable, let me know.”

Obi-Wan cleared his mind as much as he possibly could, but it was difficult with the anxiousness still going haywire inside of him. He was thrilled to have a Master now, his heart was still beating fast at the relief of being allowed to stay at Temple, of becoming a Jedi.

However, he felt something at the edge of his mind, a tender touch. Obi-Wan focused on that touch, welcoming it in. He could feel the warm touch of Master Skywalker, his Force signature strong and unyielding as he kept caressing Obi-Wan’s mind, connecting them together with extreme care. Obi-Wan was grateful that his Master was being careful, as Obi-Wan had never experienced anything like it and would most likely have felt nervous and hinder the process if his Master was rougher with his mind.

It was difficult to be aware of the time when they were in this meditative state, but by the time their training bond had been created and they opened their eyes, it was dark outside. Obi-Wan blinked, feeling the warmth of his Master’s presence in his mind. He smiled shyly and Master Skywalker smiled back.

“I know you’re probably hungry, but we should cut your hair now,” Master Skywalker said as they stood up, his Master offering him a hand to help him up, which Obi-Wan gratefully accepted.

Obi-Wan wasn’t all that keen on having his hair cut, if he was honest. He had been trying to grow it out, even though he knew it would be necessary to have it short for the padawan braid to be visible. Noticing his feelings, or perhaps even listening to his thoughts, Master Skywalker’s smile turned sheepish.

“You’ll be allowed to grow your hair after this first cut, okay?” Once more he petted Obi-Wan’s shoulder, and Obi-Wan had to admit that he quite liked being touched. At his age, younglings and padawans were discouraged from physical touch, as they feared it would make them dependent on it and it might develop into attachment.

“It’s okay, Master,” Obi-Wan said. Because although he was upset he’d have his hair cut, he was even more excited to finally be a padawan, and he wanted people to see his padawan braid. As much as Jedi were supposed to not feel pride, Obi-Wan couldn’t help the feeling after having waited for so long.

His Master took one of the dining chairs to the refresher and waved at it with the intention of Obi-Wan sitting on it, so Obi-Wan did just that. Then Master Skywalker gathered some items from the drawers before setting them on the sink and standing beside Obi-Wan.

His touch was tender when he selected a portion of hair from Obi-Wan’s head, holding the rest of the hair with some clips. Then his Master started the braiding process and Obi-Wan couldn’t look away from the mirror as he watched his Master with rapt attention to what he was doing. Once it was done, he got the scissors and started cutting some of the longer parts of his hair, and eventually he finished it by using clippers.

His Master had been mindful to keep his hair slightly long, long enough to need a hair tie at the top of it when he trained. However, it was considerably short, and Obi-Wan wasn’t as upset as he thought he would be. Not when he looked unblinkingly to the padawan braid resting on his shoulder.

He felt overwhelmed, just like he had felt earlier in the Council Chamber, and he wanted to cry.

Obi-Wan was going to become a Jedi. He wouldn’t be sent to the AgriCorps.

Trying to reign in his emotions, he barely noticed when his Master knelt in front of him so he could look Obi-Wan in the eyes.

“It’s okay to cry, padawan. Sometimes we feel too much, and while we’re taught to release the emotions to the Force, crying also helps dissipate some of this feeling.” Obi-Wan looked uncertain, but his eyes were prickling with unshed tears. His Master smiled before tugging him forward and hugging him awkwardly.

Being held while being reassured that it was okay to cry, Obi-Wan let the tears flow freely. He held onto his Master, desperate to never let him go. He had to do everything in his power to ensure Master Skywalker wouldn’t give up on the idea of being his Master.

He would be the best padawan in the Order.

Anakin had been having dreams of training Obi-Wan and being his Master for a couple of months before he went to the Council with the request to take him as his Padawan. They were confused why the Chosen One, the person who was strongest in the Force, wanted to teach the one youngling in the whole Temple who was the weakest in the Force.

However, Anakin hadn’t known who Obi-Wan was previous to his dreams. When he had been a padawan himself, he had always been more focused on training and becoming better, growing in the Force. He had arrived at the Temple when he was nine, and his training had been more rigorous because of the many years he hadn’t been learning how to be a Jedi, so he hadn’t had the time to notice other younglings.

By the time he became a Knight, he had been deployed to many missions, rarely staying on Coruscant for more than a week, and whenever he was there, he would spend his time visiting some old friends rather than sticking around to help with the younglings.

When he pointed it out to Master Yoda, they had meditated on this together and he had agreed that Anakin’s dreams were most likely visions and should be taken seriously. Besides, if it didn’t work out, they could always take Obi-Wan from Anakin’s tutelage and send him to the AgriCorps as it had been decided prior to Anakin’s request.

However, Anakin was determined. His visions were often correct, much like the one with his mother being taken by Tusken Raiders and killed. He had killed everyone in sight for that, although no one aside from Padmé had been aware of that. Since then, he had taken his visions seriously, and he knew there was something the Force wanted from him teaching Obi-Wan.

Upon meeting him, Anakin felt his heart break. The boy’s Force signature was indeed weak, but it was one of the brightest Anakin had ever felt. Sure, most Jedi had bright Force signatures, but Obi-Wan was different, he felt purer. Anakin wondered if that was because of the boy’s age, for having been sheltered all his life and not witnessed war and unfairness.

If it depended on Anakin, Obi-Wan would never lose his light.

That was why he had been sweeter to Obi-Wan than he would usually have. He knew the rumours about him, he knew people thought he was angry all the time, but that wasn’t true. Anakin had a lot of love in him, but he rarely thought people deserved such kindness.

Obi-Wan was the one who deserved this kindness.

Obi-Wan didn’t ask him why Anakin had chosen him, but Anakin knew the boy had been thinking about it. After having cut his hair, Anakin took them to Dex’s, and as they waited, Anakin decided to tell him, to reassure Obi-Wan that it was the Force’s wish for them to be Master and apprentice.

Once more, Obi-Wan felt overwhelmed, but he didn’t cry this time. Anakin couldn’t blame him, and he wanted to protect the boy from anyone who tried to say Obi-Wan wouldn’t be a good enough Jedi. Perhaps he just needed Anakin’s guidance into the Force. Perhaps the Force had put them together for a greater motive, so they could do incredible things together.

Anakin truly believed that Obi-Wan was bound for greatness, and Anakin would do everything within his power to make that a reality.

A few months went by, and Obi-Wan could already see the difference of having a Master. They would meditate daily – even though Master Skywalker had admitted he had never been good at it either – and after a couple of months, Obi-Wan managed to meditate alone for a few minutes. It was a small thing, but to Obi-Wan it meant the world. It showed him that he was capable, that in Master Skywalker’s hands, he would flourish as a Jedi.

Obi-Wan still struggled to train with a lightsaber, but Master Skywalker was the most patient man Obi-Wan had ever met.

Well, to Obi-Wan at least.

He had noticed his Master would often lose his patience with other Knights and Masters, sometimes even with the Members of the Council, but to Obi-Wan, and any other padawan or youngling who happened to want to talk to him, Master Skywalker was always kind, smiling at them warmly.

The anxiety that had plagued Obi-Wan for a few years was finally dissipating as he saw his Master’s good intentions and his kind heart. He would repeat over and over the katas so Obi-Wan could try to repeat, and he would sometimes change strategies to discover which would fit Obi-Wan the best.

For the first year, they remained on Coruscant, focusing on training the ‘saber – and general sparring, although Obi-Wan didn’t quite enjoy that –, meditation and strengthening their bond. One year, and Master Skywalker decided Obi-Wan was ready to go on an off-planet mission.

Nothing too life-threatening, and certainly not with a war. It was a political visit, and Master Skywalker had confided in him that he wasn’t very good at them because of his usual lack of patience. In truth, Master Skywalker preferred to act instead of talking, Obi-Wan had noticed that, but he had promised he would be on his best behaviour for Obi-Wan’s sake.

The planet in the outer rim they were going to had a problem between the community and a big corporation that wanted to build over some of their land. Said corporation was an asset to the Republic, willing to build military weapons and armory for them, and it was expected that Master Skywalker managed to convince the population to move to another area.

“We’re willing to build new homes for them in another area. We wouldn’t even start our own project before they were all properly settled,” the chief of the corporation explained.

They were in a barrack built near the city: Obi-Wan and Master Skywalker were sitting at a table with Ronnie Lak, the corporation chief was a humanoid with brown skin, and the leader of the community, Iowk Ayno, a humanoid with fair skin.

“What Chief Lak fails to understand,” the leader Iowk started, and it was clear that he was annoyed at the situation. “Is that this is a sacred area for our people. Most of our planet doesn’t produce as much food as here, and we have established this place as sacred because since we have moved here, there had been no more problems. No more killings, or slavery, or robbery. We live in peace, and we fear leaving this place and all falling apart. As much as Chief Lak promises to build us homes, she cannot guarantee that our produce will remain the same.”

“I did notice the area of your community is overflowing with the Force, even though none of you are Force sensitive,” Master Skywalker commented with a nod, looking at Iowk. “However, the galaxy has encountered many oppositions to the Republic and your planet, as it’s loyal to the Republic, is in a very prominent place to build this factory.”

Why can’t we build somewhere else? Obi-Wan asked his Master through their bond. He knew better than to speak aloud. He was fourteen and knew very little of the galaxy and even less about politics. What he did understand, though, was compassion.

It’s the only place with a big enough plain space to build the factory. It would take the Republic even more money to build over mountains and hills and rivers than to relocate the population. Master Skywalker explained in his calm tone.

Master, if I may? Obi-Wan asked, getting his Master’s attention. At Master Skywalker’s nod, Obi-Wan continued: Can’t we travel around the planet to either find a place where the Force is as strong as here so we could move them, or find another place where they could build the factory?

There was a moment of silence and Obi-Wan squirmed in his chair. During his one year under Master Skywalker’s tutelage, Obi-Wan noticed that while his Master seemed to be aware of all his thoughts and emotions, Obi-Wan had a harder time reading his Master. In fact, Master Skywalker had promised to teach him how to make mental barriers so he wouldn’t be privy to all of his padawan’s thoughts, but he hadn’t deemed Obi-Wan ready yet, as he was still getting better at his solo meditations.

“My padawan has a rather interesting way to deal with this,” Master Skywalker said, still looking at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan noticed the two other adults looking at him as well, making him feel slightly self-conscious. “Obi-Wan, please share your idea.”

And so Obi-Wan did. He did stutter at some points, but he was grateful that everyone waited for him to finish speaking before they started speaking. He didn’t know what he would have done if he had been interrupted, or told that he was just a youngling who knew nothing of the rules of the galaxy.

“How long would you say it would take you to do this?” Chief Lak asked, and Obi-Wan’s heart was beating rapidly inside his chest. He couldn’t believe they were truly considering his idea.

“I’d say at least a month,” Master Skywalker said. “Finding a place where the Force is strong wouldn’t be too difficult once we were far enough away from the present cite. However, it would take a bit longer to find proper space for a factory this size. A month in the least.”

“We’ve had readings of the planet before considering it for our corporation, and I guarantee you that there is no place better than here,” Chief Lak insisted.

“The Force will guide us to the best option,” Master Skywalker said. There was a moment of silence before anyone dared to speak, everyone considering what should be done.

“I believe in the Jedi. If you say our land is protected by the Force, I would like to know if there are more places such as this anywhere else in our planet.” Iowk said, nodding, and Obi-Wan felt himself relaxing slightly. “I’d be more amenable to the idea of moving knowing that everything would remain the same.”

“A month is a long time when we could be building…” Chief Lak commented, but she didn’t sound against the idea.

“I promise some of our people will help with the building if that’s okay with you,” Iowk said. “Regardless if we move or if the building is in another place.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Chief Lak nodded before standing up. Iowk and Master Skywalker did the same, so Obi-Wan hurried to stand as well. And with that, the negotiations were over. For now.

“I didn’t know you had such a way with words, Obi-Wan.” Master Skywalker said with a proud smile as they entered the barracks they would be staying the night. “And you came up with a solution that could potentially help both sides at the same time. We just need to make sure one of them does exist.”

“Master,” Obi-Wan started as he built his little bedroll. “We’re Jedi. Can’t we use the Force to flatten a portion of the planet? Maybe moving some things around? Even breaking down a mountain might help in this case.” At that, his Master looked at him with wide eyes. “I, I mean…”

“It is a possibility, my padawan, but that would take a strong grasp of the Force to bend the planet in such a way.” Obi-Wan wanted to ask him and aren’t you strong enough to do that? But he didn’t want to be improper and doubt his Master. A smile grew on Master Skywalker’s lips before he spoke. “Yes, I am strong enough.”

And then he laughed, straightening his own bedroll. Obi-Wan blushed at his disrespectful thought being caught by his Master, but Master Skywalker simply petted his growing hair with tender affection.

“Now sleep, padawan. We start early tomorrow.”

It turned out that the planet had other areas where there was a strong Force signature and they managed to not only move the population, but also expand it in ways that would help their society to grow. They weren’t bound by a single piece of land anymore, and that could potentially make their relationship with other planets grow too.

Anakin had been impressed by his padawan’s patience and respect on the subject, because if it had been left to Anakin, he would have just been angry and potentially made an awful decision, which would have cost them the alliance with the planet or even the Jedi’s reputation.

He had told the Council’s his thoughts on the matter, and even requested to have more missions such as this so Obi-Wan would be able to get even better on his negotiation skills. Given time, Obi-Wan would surely become a great asset to the Order, regardless of his connection to the Force.

Although, if Anakin was honest, he saw great potential in his padawan altogether. Obi-Wan, although a slow learner, never slacked off on his duties. He trained daily, even on days off when Anakin would be busy with something else or simply wished to give his padawan some low time. He also spent many hours in the archives, learning as much as he could about the Force and the Jedi of yore, and Anakin felt that his deeper understanding of how the Force worked made him an even better Force user than others, as he was harnessing the core of his Light.

This, Anakin hadn’t told him. He was impressed and proud, but he enjoyed seeing how much more Obi-Wan would grow. Anakin was responsible to teach him how to handle the lightsaber and how to fight, even their dual meditation happened less and less as Obi-Wan not only got better at it, but also thrived whenever he meditated. Anakin could see that, while his Force signature remained the same, as it was impossible to make it stronger since you were born with it, Obi-Wan would become one of the best Jedi of the Order.

Besides, after teaching Obi-Wan Soresu (in which he mastered beautifully), the other stances came easier to him and that improved his learning of the lightsaber. Anakin believed that soon enough, Obi-Wan would be a match to anyone in the Order, even him.

The one thing Obi-Wan still struggled with was with his mental shields. Anakin believed Obi-Wan didn’t try too hard to work on them because he liked having such a bond with Anakin, and most of his thoughts and feelings were about his daily life. It was rare for Obi-Wan to get annoyed at someone or to mentally insult someone – although it had happened, and Anakin would always find it amusing, which then in turn would make Obi-Wan feel mortification that his Master had heard such intrusive thoughts.

Anyway, neither of them minded, and if Obi-Wan’s thoughts grew too anxious or if he was thinking particularly loud, Anakin could always raise his own shields to block them from leaking through. Anakin didn’t mind that Obi-Wan didn’t bother learning how to raise his shields, and he didn’t mind doing it for his padawan whenever he felt like he needed some privacy. Besides, this constant connection between them made their bond stronger than other Master-Padawan bonds.

By the time Obi-Wan was fifteen, the subject of relationships was once again brought up by his fellow padawans. Now, however, they were discussing things more intimate they’d like to do instead of simply kissing or holding one’s hand. It still baffled him the idea of feeling that way, and Obi-Wan wondered if he was a late bloomer or if there was something the matter with him.

“Doesn’t… intercourse,” he said the word in a whisper. “Create attachment?”

His question, along with how he phrased it, made it clear to everyone present that he was very inexperienced. Some padawans laughed at his ingenuity – not in a mocking way, though, Obi-Wan could feel that none there had mean intent.

“Not necessarily,” Quinlan said. He was older, so Obi-Wan guessed he might have some insight on the topic. “You just need to want to do it with someone who also wants to do it.” He shrugged, and Obi-Wan could understand the concept of consent, but that didn’t explain the lack of attachment.

“Have you ever been turned on?” Obi-Wan thought about it and nodded, blushing slightly. It didn’t happen often, though, and it wasn’t triggered by anything. Usually, he would wake up with his penis erect and he would meditate to release these feelings to the Force. “I mean, because of someone.” At that, Obi-Wan had to shake his head.

Never before had he been attracted to someone else, not in the way they were talking now. Obi-Wan couldn’t even imagine feeling this way towards someone to the point of wanting to lie with them, but perhaps it was simply because he hadn’t experienced it yet.

“Have you masturbated?” Quinlan asked, still with no judgement. Obi-Wan shook his head in embarrassment and tried averting his eyes, but now he noticed how everyone was looking at him as if he was odd, trying to figure him out. Obi-Wan didn’t have himself figured out, how could others try to do so? “Try it, then. Touch yourself, see if you like it and if it makes you feel good. Learning about your own body might trigger you to want other people to touch you.”

His words did make sense, but Obi-Wan didn’t even know how to begin such an experiment. He was Stewjoni, so his anatomy was different from other human-like species, which meant that he might need more time to explore himself than others would. However, he didn’t want to disclose such a thing to his peers. As much as he respected them and considered them family, he was a little self-conscious.

“Although it’s also okay if you aren’t into that.” Another padawan piped in. Obi-Wan was thankful for their support, all things considered, but this conversation was making him feel too awkward.

“I should go,” he said, standing up and attaching his lightsaber to his belt.

“Good luck, Obi-Wan!” Obi-Wan blushed and basically ran out of there, completely embarrassed by the conversation. Now everyone would know about his sexual life, or lack thereof, and Obi-Wan hated it.

Why couldn’t he be like his peers and experience lust like them? Any sort of attraction would have been better than no attraction at all. Now everyone knew he was somewhat defective. Although, in truth, even if he did feel attraction, he knew that to be a better Jedi, he would need to give up on any form of attachment. That meant that, in the end, he might have been inexperienced regardless, as he would always prioritize his path as a Jedi over his bodily needs. One thing was for him to eat and sleep, things he needed to have a healthy, strong body. Another was to have sex.

He flopped on his bed once he was back to his and Anakin’s quarters – his Master had insisted to be called Anakin every once in a while, as he believed the title created a wall between them – and his hair formed a halo around his head. His hair was longer now, his fringe falling on his eyes whenever he practiced with the lightsaber.

He wondered if his wish to have longer hair even though most Padawans had their hair short could be considered as much of a rebellion as having sex. After all, he didn’t need to have long hair, he just liked it this way. Perhaps, what happened to his friends was something similar. They felt the urge to masturbate or have sex and just did it because they liked it, because they weren’t hurting anyone.

Obi-Wan wondered if he would have touched himself if he was more comfortable with the idea, and he decided to go along with Quinlan’s advice to try masturbation one day. Only when he got in the mood, though. He wouldn’t force his body to go through that if he wasn’t feeling like he needed it.

There was a knock on his door, followed by a mental inquiry, and Obi-Wan sent him the general thought that he could come in. Anakin entered his room as Obi-Wan was sitting on his bed, a smile on his Master’s face – Anakin was always smiling, always happy to see Obi-Wan, and that warmed Obi-Wan’s heart. His belly would always feel funny, but in a nice way, just like his cheeks would get pink from the attention his Master bestowed upon him.

“I got us a mission I think you’ll like!” Anakin said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “It’s a negotiation mission, and I want you to be responsible for it. I’ll be with you at all times, but it’s your mission.” Anakin’s smile was blinding, and he was radiating so much pride that Obi-Wan felt his heart skipping a beat.

“Are you sure, Master?” Obi-Wan had his eyes wide open. Anakin put too much faith in him, in everything he did. He knew he was still behind the other padawans when it came to yielding the lightsaber or meditating, even though he had gotten much better after he became Anakin’s padawan. Still, Obi-Wan often times wondered if Anakin’s trust in him wasn’t biased.

“Of course. You have so much potential, Padawan mine. I want you to get better at it, and the best way of getting better at something is by practicing.” Anakin said matter-of-factly, and Obi-Wan nodded, still a little overwhelmed.

If Anakin, the Chosen One, believed in him, Obi-Wan would give his best to make him proud.

From then on, Anakin had made sure to request more missions in which Obi-Wan’s negotiation skills would be put to the test. They still had to go on other missions, sometimes in Coruscant, sometimes in other planets, in which they would need to use their lightsabers – be it to fight a beast that was terrorizing a small village or when negotiations got out of hand, and they had to fight for the people of the planet.

All in all, Obi-Wan could actually see just how much he was developing his skills. Anakin always spoke to him with pride, a smile on his lips, and Obi-Wan would always blush, feeling all sorts of embarrassed. His Master was far too kind to him, and more often than not Obi-Wan wondered if he deserved it. Anakin would often tell Obi-Wan to believe in himself more, that he was a great Padawan and that he would come to be a great Jedi Knight.

Obi-Wan still had his worries. He knew he was weak in the Force, and as the years went by, he was the only padawan with such a weak Force signature. He would constantly fear that Anakin would finally come to his senses and decide not to train him anymore, or that the Council would see that even though Anakin was trying his best, it would be best to send Obi-Wan to the AgriCorps.

Regardless of how much Anakin tried to convince him otherwise, Obi-Wan was far too self-conscious. Obi-Wan never voiced these worries, though. It was already far too embarrassing that he was unable to build his shields up and avoid from oversharing his feelings and thoughts with Anakin. And although Anakin tried to be mindful of his privacy, he would always try to convince Obi-Wan that he was doing great whenever Obi-Wan started feeling like an impostor.

Anakin would pet him on the hair, hold his Padawan braid and play with it while looking into Obi-Wan’s eyes with such sincerity and kindness that Obi-Wan would always struggle to not avert his gaze or bolt from there.

His Master would also tug him for a half hug whenever Obi-Wan was feeling particularly upset, and Obi-Wan would melt against him, loving every second of being held by the person he respected the most.

It was in one of these moments, when he was almost seventeen, that the wildest thing happened.

They were returning to Coruscant after a mission and Obi-Wan was feeling a little gloom. It had all worked out in the end, but the negotiations had turned into a fight that had started a civil war, which in turn made them stay on the planet for another couple of months trying to stop the war.

In the end, he had managed to talk both sides of the war into a peace treaty, but he hated that it had taken him so long to do so. He had also seen so many people, civilians, dying. He mourned those people, even when he didn’t know their names. He felt guilty for not having prevented the war in the first place.

He was in the small dining area of the ship, preparing himself a cup of tea in a failed attempt to occupy his mind of such thoughts, when Anakin came in. They had just entered hyperspace, so Anakin could leave the ship on auto-pilot.

Obi-Wan felt his presence, but he truly thought Anakin would simply make himself a cup of caf and then probably go to his quarters or go back to the pilot seat. Instead, Anakin’s hand gently held Obi-Wan’s as Obi-Wan was pouring the fifth spoonful of sugar – mind elsewhere, no longer paying attention to the amount of sugar he was adding to his tea. Obi-Wan blinked, coming back to the present before turning to look at Anakin.

His Master had a solemn expression on his face, and he took Obi-Wan’s hand in his, caressing his thumb over Obi-Wan’s hand, turning Obi-Wan to look at him.

“You’ve done everything you could, Padawan mine.”

They hadn’t had much time to talk during the war, as they would spend most of their time either battling armies that tried attacking civilians, or talking to either side of the war to try and stop it. Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed just how much he had missed Anakin’s touch, his reassuring words, his kind eyes.

“Believe me, had it been any other person, the war would have started much earlier, and I doubt they would be going home any time soon.” Obi-Wan averted his gaze, being unable to believe in his Master’s words.

He could still smell the blood in the air, he could see the corpses of children left in the wake of battle, he could feel the thick lump in his throat that had remained there for the entirety of his stay at the planet.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin’s voice was a mixture of softness and reprimand, and Obi-Wan closed his eyes in fear of crying in front of his Master. Instead of admonishing him for his failures, Anakin pulled him into a hug, a hand going to Obi-Wan’s hair, as he caressed Obi-Wan’s head tenderly, the other hand wrapped around Obi-Wan’s waist.

Obi-Wan sagged against Anakin’s body, holding onto his robes for dear life. Anakin’s mind caressed his and Obi-Wan invited him in. Obi-Wan gasped as he felt Anakin’s grief. His Master was also blaming himself for not being strong enough, fast enough for saving more people’s lives. He felt guilty that he had killed some people in order to protect those who couldn’t fight.

But above everything else, Anakin blamed himself for making Obi-Wan experience such a horrific thing, for having left Obi-Wan to his own devices at times. He had trusted Obi-Wan would be capable of protecting himself and others, which was why they would often get separated whenever they were under attack, but it didn’t change the fact that Anakin felt like he had tainted Obi-Wan somehow.

Obi-Wan was so pure, his Force signature shining bright Light, and Anakin had made him experience death. Although Obi-Wan hadn’t killed anyone – how, Anakin had no idea – Anakin still felt guilty for making Obi-Wan see that.

“Master,” Obi-Wan’s voice was barely a whisper, and he put some distance between them to look at Anakin’s pained eyes. They were so expressive, Obi-Wan would always be sucked right in. “It wasn’t your fault at all—”

“If you think this wasn’t my fault, my Padawan, then you should not think it is yours.” Anakin interrupted, his voice firm. Obi-Wan pursed his lips, averting his gaze once again. Perhaps Anakin had a point.

The silence stretched itself as Obi-Wan got absorbed in his own thoughts once more, and Anakin pulled him closer, resting Obi-Wan’s head against his chest, his chin against Obi-Wan’s head.

And it was then, enveloped by his Master’s scent, being held so tenderly, a constant caress on his hair, a string of love-warmth-pride flowing between their bond that Obi-Wan felt something deep in his gut.

Obi-Wan was stunned for a brief moment as he tried to understand why he was suddenly feeling aroused – wasn’t he thinking about the deaths of so many people? But then it downed on him that he was aroused by his Master.

Because their bond was so intrinsically connected, Obi-Wan pulled away from Anakin abruptly, eyes wide as he looked at Anakin’s confused face, before bolting to his room in the ship.

Obi-Wan was mortified. After years of not feeling turned on because of another being, now he was attracted to his Master.

Anakin must have sensed something because Obi-Wan felt him building a shield between them, and Obi-Wan groaned into his pillow, embarrassed that of all times to have an erection, he had it while hugging his Master.

After a few minutes just lying there in utter mortification, Obi-Wan sat on his bed and tried to meditate, tried to ignore the lustful feeling towards his Master, but the more he thought about it, the more turned on he became.

Anakin was handsome, Obi-Wan knew that. He was also kind, with a beautiful smile. Again, Obi-Wan was well aware of those facts. But now, remembering of Anakin smiling at him, of him caressing his hair, of him sparring without his tunic on, sweat on his torso, determination in his eyes had Obi-Wan’s hand fumbling with his trousers.

Before he knew it, he was holding his hard dick in his hand, tugging at it desperately. He kept remembering Anakin looking like a sex God, rippled muscles and soft smile. He remembered how Anakin would smirk all smug whenever he sparred another Knight and won, how he would lick his lip in such an enticing way.

Obi-Wan moaned, but touching his dick was not enough. Adventuring further down, Obi-Wan touched the wet folds between his legs. He blushed, eyes tightly closed as he rubbed at them curiously, slowly. He had never touched that part before, had never felt the urge to do so as he was now, and it felt wonderful. The little nub felt particularly electrifying, making his whole body jolt with ecstasy.

Obi-Wan conjured the image of Anakin cradling his face like he would sometimes and telling him how amazing he was, to never doubt that, and Obi-Wan came with a high-pitched moan.

As he caught his breath, realization sank in and Obi-Wan was once again mortified for having just masturbated to thoughts of his Master.

How was he going to face Anakin now? Anakin probably felt his attraction, his lust. He could probably still feel it, even with the bond shielded from them.

Obi-Wan spent the rest of the trip locked in his room meditating – failing more often than not, but he still tried.

Once they were in Coruscant, Obi-Wan decided it would be best to just pretend nothing happened. It was clearly a fluke. His body was messed up from all the adrenaline from the war, all the emotions he had gone through on those months made him react in such a way, he was certain of it.

Thankfully enough, his Master didn’t mention anything. Just smiled at Obi-Wan in the same kind way as always.

Things would go back to normal.

Things did not go back to normal.

Not because of Anakin. His Master was trying to deal with the situation as if nothing had happened, but now that Obi-Wan had felt aroused once, it was like a dam breaking.

Every little thing Anakin did would trigger a wave of lust, and Obi-Wan, inexperienced on how to handle such a feeling, would have a hard time concentrating on anything else.

In the morning, Obi-Wan would wake up from a very explicit and erotic dream regarding his Master, and they all varied from very vanilla – Anakin cuddling him in bed from behind, and Obi-Wan would feel his erection against his asscheeks – to extremely wild – Anakin pounding into his tight, wet channel, holding Obi-Wan’s legs open to watch his own cock disappearing into Obi-Wan, his expression one of desire, his body strong and demanding, and all Obi-Wan could do was lie there and take it.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan would wake up hard and soaking wet. He would take care of his needs before leaving his room, as he wouldn’t be able to face his Master otherwise. Unfortunately, he would wake up on the verge of an orgasm, and it would take him a few pumps of his cock and a little massage over his folds to get him to come, which meant that he hadn’t had the time to properly explore his body in the mornings.

After, Obi-Wan would go out of his room for a shower, and then tea. Oftentimes, Anakin was in the kitchen preparing them some breakfast, Obi-Wan’s tea being prepared. It was so domestic, so sweet, and he would smile at Obi-Wan and say “Good morning,” in a raspy voice that Obi-Wan would start getting all hot and bothered yet again.

These times, however, he did manage to reel these feelings in. He sat there and talked to Anakin about their plans of the day – even if Obi-Wan was only half-listening, his eyes wandering over his Master’s handsome face, gorgeous hand, strong chest when he showed up without a shirt on. He would appreciate Anakin’s body, but at least he wasn’t feeling that urgent lustful need to fantasize about his Master.

Some other times, Anakin would take a little longer to come out of his room, and he always looked a little rumpled when he did. These times, even though Obi-Wan would have his own tea ready and Anakin’s caf in the process of being made, Obi-Wan would often have to excuse himself back to his room to take care of his arousal.

Because Anakin with bed hair, smelling faintly of musk, no shirt on, his trousers hanging low on his hips, his expression more serious as he wasn’t fully awake yet, all of it had Obi-Wan fantasizing about Anakin just bending him over the kitchen counter and kriffing him right there, no preparation needed, no kiss, no sweet or tender words.

These days, even though he needed to be quick, he did take advantage to explore a little of his body. He would caress his chest – he had noticed they were particularly sensitive, so he enjoyed pinching the little nub, thumbing at it with one hand, while the other explored his nether regions.

Obi-Wan found out he liked his cock touched. He liked to run his fist up and down in a leisure rhythm to tease himself. Only when he got closer to his orgasm did he quicken his movements, holding onto his shaft with a tighter grip as he pumped himself desperately.

However, nothing could compare to the pleasure he felt when he touched his cunt. He was embarrassed by how wet he would get, having to change his sheets ever so often otherwise he would have to sleep in drenched sheets. However, that made the glide of his fingers even better. The small nub at the top made him see stars, and he would always moan loudly whenever he touched it.

The one thing he hadn’t dare do, though, was slide his fingers inside of himself. He knew his body was made to take things inside – like Anakin’s glorious cock – but for some reason he feared to do it himself. Logically, he knew that the slick would ease the way in, make it so it wouldn’t hurt, but there was something stopping Obi-Wan whenever his fingertip slid slightly in.

Perhaps he wished for Anakin to be the one to do it; his Master would make sure not to hurt him, Obi-Wan knew that as a fact, and he would touch Obi-Wan with gentleness, making sure the only thing Obi-Wan felt was unaltered pleasure.

Even though he would often daydream of Anakin just bending Obi-Wan over a surface and pounding into him with abandon, Obi-Wan knew that realistically, Anakin wouldn’t hurt him, and that was why it was so fun to fantasize about Anakin simply taking what he wanted from Obi-Wan’s body.

Later on the day, whenever Anakin decided to teach him some more katas, or wanted to do a lightsaber duel or even spar, Obi-Wan knew he would be doomed. All of these activities were fueled with adrenaline, and Obi-Wan tended to get lost in thoughts. If Anakin managed to have the upper hand, either by knocking Obi-Wan’s lightsaber off his hand or by immobilizing Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan would instantly start thinking of all the ways Anakin could simply hold him down on the floor of the sparring area and just take him, right there and then.

Anakin would then point out what Obi-Wan should do to improve, but most of the time Obi-Wan had a dreamy expression on his face as he continued to come up with more and more improbable scenarios of how Anakin would kriff him. Sometimes his Master could tell he wasn’t paying attention and would stop the lessons for the day, deeming Obi-Wan too tired to continue. Some other time he would insist on going again, but Obi-Wan was so horny that he could barely hold his lightsaber without shaking a little.

In the end, Anakin would eventually tell Obi-Wan to practice by himself or go to the Archives and do some research on something, but the duel would be cut short.

Obi-Wan knew his training was suffering because of his lewd thoughts, but whatever he did, he seemed unable to stop. He would meditate, try to release some of the sexual tension into the Force, he would masturbate in an attempt to calm the lustful beast inside of him, but nothing worked. The next time he saw Anakin, he would get aroused by the simplest thing his Master did.

One afternoon, Obi-Wan was in the living area of their apartment after Anakin had cut short their training. His Master said he had some errands to run but would be back for dinner, so Obi-Wan had the place all to himself.

Feeling a little bold, he put his hand inside his trousers, palming his growing erection absent-mindedly. Not for the first time, Obi-Wan wondered how Anakin’s cock looked like. Obi-Wan’s own cock fit perfectly in his hand, although he knew his hand was kind of small, if slightly chubby. He didn’t know if that meant he had a big or small cock, if it was thick or not, but he thought it looked good enough.

Obi-Wan then imagined how his own cock would look wrapped around Anakin’s hand, his slender fingers, the calluses he was bound to have due to yielding the lightsaber. He even wondered how it would feel if Anakin used his mechno hand to jerk him off. Would it feel odd against Obi-Wan’s skin? Would Anakin prefer to have his glove on or not?

These thoughts helped Obi-Wan reach full hardness, and he could already feel some wetness between his folds, but not enough to seep out and soil his pants. He hummed in delight at the feeling, closing his eyes and imagining Anakin entering the room.

His Master would come to him and kneel between Obi-Wan’s legs. He would widen them further apart – Obi-Wan did as he imagined, getting more comfortable in the sofa, as if he actually had someone in between his thighs. Then, Anakin would take Obi-Wan’s cock in hand and stroke it tenderly. Once again, Obi-Wan did just as he thought, pretending to be his Master doing this to him.

He moaned, getting more turned on at the idea of his Master kneeling between Obi-Wan’s thighs, touching his body in such a worshipful way that Obi-Wan had to throw his head back with a low moan.

If he wasn’t careful, he would come far too quickly, so Obi-Wan decided to move along with his fantasy. He reached down, feeling the hard nub and moist lips under his erection. Anakin would certainly want to taste him. Anakin would open his legs even wider before settling his face against Obi-Wan’s pussy. Obi-Wan wondered if his Master would be delicate while licking his sex, or if he would be hungry for it, slurping at the rivulets of slick coming out of Obi-Wan.

Would he attempt to insert a finger? Would he try to kriff Obi-Wan with his fingers while eating him out? Would Obi-Wan beg him?

At the thought, he came, hot spurts of come tainting the inside of his pants, his cock and clit throbbing in ecstasy and Obi-Wan just laid there, gathering his thoughts.

He knew these things would never happen, though. His Master was much older than him, and most certainly had people his own age he would prefer to kriff if he wanted. It didn’t matter how sweet and loving Anakin was towards Obi-Wan, whatever he felt for him was purely platonic.

It saddened him a little, but at least he could have Anakin in his mind, in the many scenarios he could come up with. Perhaps it wouldn’t be enough, but Obi-Wan would learn to live with it.

Anakin was going out of his kriffing mind.

His Padawan, his innocent, bright-eyed Padawan, couldn’t stop having erotic thoughts about Anakin. When it first happened, Anakin had thought it to be a fluke. After all, most padawans had a crush on their Masters, if more or less platonic, it depended on the duo. In Anakin’s case, he had honestly thought Obi-Wan didn’t care for the pleasures of the flesh, as he had never caught arousal coming from their shared bond.

However, after that first time, Obi-Wan seemed to have been sexually awakened, and the only person he fantasized about was Anakin. At first, Anakin was flattered, mostly because the fantasies were innocent enough.

Anakin would pat his head and Obi-Wan would blush beautifully, his arousal spiking, but all he seemed to wish for was more head pats, or perhaps to be cuddled. Whenever Anakin tugged the padawan braid to get his attention, Obi-Wan’s cheeks would get that pretty red colour and he would imagine Anakin tugging it in order to bring him closer for a kiss.

However, very quickly these thoughts escalated to extremely explicit scenarios where Obi-Wan would imagine Anakin fucking him in the middle of the sparring area in the lewdest of ways.

Most of the time Anakin was able to shield these thoughts. He realized quickly enough that Obi-Wan completely forgot about their bond whenever he got too aroused, and Anakin didn’t want to bring up the fact that Obi-Wan should be strengthening his mental shields because he knew Obi-Wan would understand what he meant by that: that every single fantasy and daydream he had towards Anakin was being broadcasted to his Master.

Some days, though, Anakin couldn’t raise the shields. And not because he was stunned by his padawan’s thoughts, or because he was distracted with something else. No, the fact was that some of Obi-Wan’s thoughts were too hot, and Anakin let himself indulge in them.

He knew he was sharing some of Obi-Wan’s dreams, and most of the days he did manage to wake them up before it got too much, but there were days that Anakin just let himself fantasize right back.

After all, he had made an incredible discovery right at the beginning of Obi-Wan’s lustful daydreams: Obi-Wan not only had a cock, but he also had a cunt.

At first, Anakin wondered if Obi-Wan was projecting his real anatomy, and Anakin spent a few hours doing research on Stewjon. The planet had only one gender, and all of them were equipped with both reproductive systems. Rarely a child would be born with only one of them, and they would generally not be fertile, but it was a very small percentage of the population. Also, when the planet had gone through periods of many deaths, many Stewjoni would be able to impregnate themselves, if necessary, to increase the birthrates of the planet.

Anakin had been surprised at his discovery – he had never paid much attention when he was a padawan himself on the biology of most creatures in the galaxy; there were too many and he had been keener in learning katas than learning which species had what between their legs.

Still, the discovery pleased him. Anakin had only ever been attracted to females so far, his biggest crush had been Padmé, who he would from time to time go to bed with whenever they were on the same planet. However, he had always had a soft spot for Obi-Wan.

In the last couple of years, even before Obi-Wan started desiring Anakin, he had been able to notice how cute Obi-Wan was, and Anakin had been attracted to him. He had forbidden himself to think such things, though, as Obi-Wan had just turned sixteen at the time, but now that Obi-Wan was unable to spend a day without daydreaming about Anakin, he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t attracted to the boy. The added knowledge that Obi-Wan had a pussy made Anakin even more curious to explore his padawan’s body.

Anakin did try to ignore his own urges – he was an adult, and if needed he could find someone to kriff without a problem.

As Obi-Wan’s name day was soon arriving – and he would turn eighteen standard years old, which meant he would be considered an adult soon enough – Anakin came up with a plan.

“Padawan mine, your name day is in a fortnight,” Anakin started with a grin, and Obi-Wan blinked at him, focusing far too long on his lips before forcing himself to look at Anakin’s eyes.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said simply, as he didn’t care much about such dates. People at the temple didn’t properly celebrate, but Anakin had grown up with his mother, who had always made sure to gift him something on his name day, which meant that he enjoyed gifting Obi-Wan something, even if small, on his name day.

“This year, on the week of your birthday, Naboo’s capital will be hosting a weeklong Spring Festival. I asked the Council for a week off, and they have agreed to it. So, we’ll be spending your name day there. You’ll like it very much.”

That did seem to make Obi-Wan perk up. Obi-Wan enjoyed travelling, enjoyed appreciating new cultures and learning more about other planets. Since he had never been to Naboo, a planet that was known for its beauty, Anakin knew Obi-Wan would be interested in visiting, mainly since they wouldn’t have a mission to focus on. That way, Obi-Wan would have the freedom to do whatever he felt like doing, although Anakin doubted he’d leave the festivities, as Anakin knew from experience that the weeklong Festival wasn’t enough to do everything.

Although Anakin hoped they wouldn’t leave their room at all with what he had in mind for Obi-Wan’s name day.

Obi-Wan spent the travel to Naboo unable to stay still. He was far too excited to experience the famous Naboo Spring Festival. He couldn’t believe his Master had been kind enough to manage a full week of holiday for them, not to mention that they would be staying at Anakin’s friend’s home.

Anakin hadn’t mentioned much about his friend, but he had said he had everything in order for their holiday, even clothes appropriate for the weather and festivities, so Obi-Wan didn’t need to worry about anything. Obi-Wan trusted his Master with all his being, so he had just packed some essentials.

Still, Obi-Wan was excited, speaking almost non-stop about all the things he wanted to see during the Festival, about what he had researched. Anakin indulged him, laughing and nodding along, sometimes even adding more details that Obi-Wan didn’t previously know. That way, they were creating a list of all the things Obi-Wan could not miss before the Festival was through, as he knew he might not have another chance to experience it so soon.

However, Obi-Wan’s excitement was destroyed the moment they landed. The moment they left the ship, a gorgeous woman came running to them, calling his Master “Ani,” and she threw her arms around Anakin’s shoulders.

Had it been only that, Obi-Wan would have thought they were close friends, but Anakin hugged her back with all his body, hiding his face on her neck for a moment. And then, when they separated, they kissed each other on the cheeks, but Obi-Wan could see the sides of their lips touching.

No one kissed friends like that. Or was that a Naboolian tradition? Obi-Wan didn’t remember seeing anything of the sort on his researches.

Besides, they spoke in whispers still holding each other far too closely for Obi-Wan’s taste, but who was he to decide what was right or wrong? He was still a padawan, and he had always known his Master would never look at him with romantic intentions. So what if his Master had a lover in Naboo? Perhaps he had decided to come here to spend time with her while also providing a nice name day for his padawan. That made sense, and Obi-Wan couldn’t possibly resent him for that.

“—and this is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Obi-Wan realized he hadn’t been paying attention, and he blushed, but he bowed slightly, as was expected of a Jedi. “Obi-Wan, this is Padmé Amidala. She’s a Senator, but she was once the Queen of Naboo.”

“It’s a pleasure finally meeting you, Obi-Wan. Anakin speaks very highly of you.” Her smile was kind and she sounded honest, which made Obi-Wan feel stupid for feeling jealous of her. Of course, his Master would be attracted to someone so beautiful and kind as her.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Obi-Wan didn’t say anything else, as this was the first time he was learning of this woman. Obi-Wan didn’t really care for politics and aside from the Chancellor, Obi-Wan didn’t know the name of any other member of the Senate.

Obi-Wan did wonder why Anakin had never told him about this woman, though. If they were so close friends, and if Anakin had told her about Obi-Wan, why hadn’t he mentioned her before? Was it possible that Anakin thought Obi-Wan would go to the Council and tell them about the odd relationship the two of them had? But then again, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure of what their relationship was in the first place.

“Ani tells me it’s your name day in two days,” Senator Amidala commented as they started walking. Anakin and her side by side while Obi-Wan followed close behind. “You’ll love the Spring Festival. Unfortunately, I have to stay at the Palace with the Queen during the festival, but I believe we’ll get to meet a few times, as the Queen is supposed to announce some of the events.”

“Master Skywalker said we’d be staying at your home?” Obi-Wan asked, although it could be another friend of Anakin’s. But if that was the case, it would mean that Anakin and Obi-Wan would have the place for themselves. He didn’t know how he felt about it – on one hand he was happy Anakin wouldn’t be spending the nights with the Senator, but on the other hand he barely knew her and felt like he was somehow intruding in her privacy.

“Yes. Ani knows where everything is, but I doubt you’d be spending much time at the apartment anyway with the festival. It’ll be just a place to sleep.” It made sense, Obi-Wan thought. From what Obi-Wan had researched, the festival started at the break of dawn and went on until late at night.

“Did you get Obi-Wan some clothes?” Anakin asked, and Obi-Wan looked up at them.

“Oh yes, you’ll love them. They are very light, as it’s bound to be very hot with so many people at the festival.” Senator Amidala said to Obi-Wan with a smile. “If there’s anything you don’t like, Ani can let me know and I’ll arrange something else for you.”

“It’s not going to be a problem, Senator. I’m used to dressing with whatever is given to me.” As a Jedi, he had the Jedi robes, and he hardly had any choice of clothing. Not that he cared, though. He liked how the robes felt, he felt comfortable in them, and he felt like he belonged. Now, even if he didn’t particularly like something, he would never admit to such a thing, as it would be highly impolite.

“Please, call me Padmé.”

They took a speeder to a huge building. While Anakin and Senator Amidala talked, Obi-Wan was stunned as he watched the city pass him by. The Festival started on the following day, and it was clear the city was ready for it – or almost, as he could see some people still doing some last minute preparations.

Obi-Wan could tell it would look beautiful the following day, and he could barely hold his excitement as he looked around with wide eyes and awe in his expression.

“Have you been to a festival this size before, Obi-Wan?” The Senator asked, and Obi-Wan schooled his expression and turned to look at her.

“No. There are a few on Coruscant, but even those I haven’t been to. This is my first festival.” He said with a shrug, already turning to look out once more, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked to find Anakin’s hand there.

“You’ve never been to a festival before?” Anakin sounded shocked, and Obi-Wan didn’t understand why.

“The times it was happening, and I was at the Temple, I had more important things to do than to go to a festival.” Obi-Wan thought it was obvious, mainly in the latest years, as he had been determined to become a padawan Anakin could be proud of.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, and there was something painful in his eyes that had Obi-Wan worry he had done something to upset his Master. “Have you ever taken a few days off when I didn’t explicitly tell you what to do?” Obi-Wan shook his head slowly. “Kark. And here I thought I was being a cool Master whenever I didn’t assign you anything.” He sighed, bringing his hand to his face to rub it.

Obi-Wan wanted to reassure his Master that he had done nothing wrong, but Senator Amidala was looking at them and he was feeling a little self-conscious, so he decided to just let the conversation die down, looking towards the city once more, although no longer paying attention.

As much as he appreciated that Anakin had wanted him to take a few days off, to perhaps relax or go out on his own, Obi-Wan knew that he had still a long journey to become a proper Jedi. Sure, he was still young, and he had come a long way, but he doubted that would be true if he had relaxed instead of working on his weak points all those times he had been free to do whatever he wanted.

Even though it would still take him years to become a Knight, Obi-Wan wanted nothing more than to make Anakin proud of him. If his Master ever felt like he had wasted his time teaching Obi-Wan, it would destroy Obi-Wan, so of course he had to work twice as hard. He had a lot to lose if he didn’t. Wasn’t Anakin aware of that?

While Obi-Wan had never expressed such feelings out loud, he knew Anakin could sometimes feel them, could see Obi-Wan’s self-consciousness and worries.

They arrived at the building, and Obi-Wan was once more stunned as he looked at it. It was gorgeous and gigantic. They took a lift to the last floor, and the moment the doors opened, and they were inside an apartment – it could be a mansion with how big it was – Obi-Wan gasped at the grandness of everything.

“Please feel at home!” Senator Amidala said and Obi-Wan already knew that no, he would not be feeling comfortable at all in such a place. “I’ll leave you two to it.” And it was only then that he realized that while he and his Master had left the lift, she had stayed behind. “I’ll see you two tomorrow!”

And just like that, she was gone.

“Come on, Padawan mine, let me take you to our room.” Anakin smiled and started walking as if he owned the place.

Obi-Wan would have been more jealous if he hadn’t caught the words ‘our room’. As in, one room to the both of them?

This place was huge, it was likely to have multiple rooms, more than one guest room at least, or Anakin could even sleep at Amidala’s room since the Senator wouldn’t be here. But they would be sharing the room? Even back at the Temple they had one apartment and two rooms, one for each.

The thought that he would get to see his Master sleeping in the same room, that he would be able to be there when he woke up, it made Obi-Wan’s heart skip a beat. It was already hard to deal with his lust on a daily basis while having different rooms, how could he possibly share a room with Anakin and not expose his secret?

And then, they stopped at a door. Anakin opened it and Obi-Wan’s mind went blank.

There was only one bed.

Sure, it was the biggest bed Obi-Wan had ever seen, and probably four grown people would be able to share it, but that meant that Obi-Wan was supposed to share a bed with his Master?

“Since it’s a big place, I thought it would be best if we shared a room so you wouldn’t get lost,” Anakin commented as if this was the most natural thing in the galaxy. His Master walked to the big wardrobe and pulled it open, and Obi-Wan noticed a plethora of options there. Were these all for them? “These are yours,” Anakin said, pointing first to the lighter-coloured ones, before pointing to the darker ones. “And these are mine.”

“Master,” Obi-Wan started, looking around the room self-consciously, unable to look his Master in the eyes. “Are you sure we should be sharing? Wouldn’t it be improper?”

Obi-Wan noticed a door that probably led to a refresher, and he felt even shier that he would be living in such close proximity to his Master as if they were a married couple.

“Unless you’re uncomfortable with it, Obi-Wan, there’s no reason to have two rooms. Just like we stay at the same apartment at the Temple. The difference is that our whole apartment is probably the size of this one room,” Anakin chuckled, looking around and Obi-Wan let himself look at him.

Obi-Wan didn’t want to say he was uncomfortable – mostly because that wasn’t the right word to describe what he was feeling – so he decided to smile at Anakin, although he could tell it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His Master seemed content enough with it, though, as he continued walking around the room, setting his small bag on one of the nightstands.

“Do you want to shower? We can go out to dinner afterwards.” Anakin asked, returning to the wardrobe and pulling some clothes out before choosing one for Obi-Wan and one for himself.

“Okay,” Obi-Wan said dumbly, gathering the clothes Anakin had chosen and going to the ‘fresher. However, the moment he walked in, he had to stop and assess the place. Even the refresher was huge, with a big tub that could easily fit four people.

It occurred to Obi-Wan that this room was probably for a bigger guest, perhaps of a bigger species, and it eased something in Obi-Wan’s heart.

Perhaps Anakin had chosen the bigger room to give both of them the illusion of privacy while still keeping track of Obi-Wan so he wouldn’t get lost in the apartment. And if that was the case, it also meant that Senator Amidala had guests all the time, not only Anakin.

Did that mean that the two of them were truly only friends? Could it be that Obi-Wan had been stressing over nothing?

(He didn’t delude himself into thinking he had a chance with Anakin, though, but knowing that he wouldn’t witness Anakin and the Senator flirting or doing anything inappropriate was quite a relief.)

“Hm, Master?” He called and a moment later Anakin was joining him in the refresher.

“Yes?”

“How does the tub work?” Obi-Wan asked, feeling even more self-conscious. At the Temple, they had a shower with water, and they had the option of a sonic if they so preferred. During missions, these were usually the same options they would encounter depending on the planet. Twice Obi-Wan had been in a place with a tub, and only once had he indulged in it, but it had been easy enough to turn on and use.

This one, though, had so many knobs and vials all around it that had Obi-Wan wonder if there was something specific he needed to do.

“Oh,” Anakin said, probably remembering that this was Obi-Wan’s first time in a refresher like that. “Here,” he moved to kneel by the tub, pointing at the knobs. “For humanoids like us, you should only worry about these two. This one is for hot water, this one for cold. You should open both to get to the perfect temperature.” Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. “Then you have these oils. They give the water a nice smell. Three drops should be enough, though, as it can get very strong otherwise.”

“And soap?” Obi-Wan asked, noticing that there were still so many things around the tub that he could hardly put a name to.

“If you choose to take a bath with an oil, you just need to scrub your skin, they work as soap too.” Anakin said, before standing up and pointing to another set of bigger vials. “Those are hair products. I don’t really know what each of them are. I usually just grab the one I think smells nice and hope for the best.” He laughed and Obi-Wan smiled, because he could clearly see his Master doing such a thing. “Anything else?” Obi-Wan shook his head. “Then I’ll leave you to it.”

Anakin closed the door behind himself, and Obi-Wan left the clothes on a hanger by the door before going back to the bath and opening first the hot water and, a few seconds later, the cold water. As he waited for the massive tub to fill up, he picked some of the oils and smelled them, until he chose a floral one he liked.

Once the tub was almost full, he checked the water temperature and played with the knobs until he was satisfied. He added three drops of the oil and got in after removing his Jedi clothes.

The water was delicious and Obi-Wan felt his muscles relaxing. He closed his eyes, resting his head on the side of the tub.

As much as he was enjoying being submerged in the tub, he didn’t want to spend too long in the bathroom while his Master waited. He did wash his hair – and he believed he had guessed the correct hair product to use on his own hair – and scrub his skin, so it wasn’t like he didn’t properly wash himself.

Once out of the tub, he dried himself with the fluffiest towel he had ever seen. Everything was so luxurious in this apartment that Obi-Wan was having a hard time getting used to it.

When it came to dressing himself, Obi-Wan was stunned at how gorgeous the outfit looked. It was simple enough, to which he was grateful, a simple, flowy shirt in baby blue, and soft, comfortable leggings in navy. Obi-Wan looked himself in the mirror and thought he looked somewhat regal, but he quickly set the thought aside with a blush.

He left the refresher soon after, and Anakin was sprawled on his side of the bed with his datapad in hand, but he sat up the moment he heard Obi-Wan returning to the room. There was a moment of silence in which Obi-Wan felt self-conscious of the light fabric of the clothes he was wearing, somehow wishing to have more layers to hide himself.

“You look…” Anakin trailed off, and Obi-Wan squirmed under the scrutiny of such an intense stare. “I mean, uh, glad to see everything fits.” Anakin said, averting his gaze for a moment before looking at Obi-Wan once more. “May I braid your hair?” His tone was serious, and Obi-Wan nodded enthusiastically at him, walking to the bed and sitting beside Anakin to be level with him.

Usually, whenever Obi-Wan washed his hair, he would be the one to braid his padawan braid again, but there had been a few times Anakin had requested to do so. And now, with his hair being shoulder length, Obi-Wan wondered if Anakin would feel bothered by the excess hair.

Instead, Anakin’s hands came to his hair tenderly, touching Obi-Wan as if he was precious, and very slowly he started braiding the longer strand of hair, eyes unblinking as he worked. Obi-Wan was looking at him from the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t help the thoughts overwhelming him. This was very domestic; everything about this trip was domestic, and Obi-Wan wished for this to never end.

He knew that once they returned to Coruscant, he wouldn’t be able to pretend. For now, he could pretend he was his Master’s lover, his loved one. The one he shared a life with.

It was silly and childish to indulge in such thoughts, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Anakin was so close, when he was tending to his hair so lovingly.

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he almost didn’t notice Anakin cupping his cheek and turning his face to look at him.

They were impossibly close, their noses almost touching, and Obi-Wan wished to never wake up if this was a dream. Obi-Wan couldn’t stop looking at Anakin’s lips, how pretty they were, and wonder how they tasted. He wanted that mouth on his, on his body, everywhere, but he would never dare ask for it. He was just a padawan. A skinny, knobby-kneed padawan.

“Tell me if this isn’t okay,” Anakin whispered, and Obi-Wan was almost going to ask what he meant by that, but the next instant Anakin was leaning forward and kissing Obi-Wan’s lips.

Obi-Wan’s heart stopped beating, he was certain of it, because there was no way this was happening. However, instead of freaking out that his Master was kissing him, Obi-Wan brought a hand to Anakin’s neck and held him in place, kissing back desperately. It was just a press of lips, but Obi-Wan could already feel himself get aroused.

He moved on the bed so his body was facing Anakin’s, and his Master’s mechno hand went to Obi-Wan’s hip, pulling him even closer. Obi-Wan went, and he wanted nothing more than to straddle his Master’s lap and rut against him, the lust within himself building quickly.

Obi-Wan gasped, feeling his face burning up, and Anakin opened his own mouth, tongue diving into Obi-Wan’s mouth and meeting his. Even though Obi-Wan was inexperienced, the kiss was quickly growing hotter, more desperate. Anakin tugged him closer once again, and Obi-Wan went pliantly, climbing on Anakin’s lap, his Master’s arms wrapping around Obi-Wan’s middle in a possessive manner.

Sitting on Anakin’s lap felt amazing; it was so comfortable to feel the strong thighs underneath him, and being held so tightly made something burn within himself. Obi-Wan was already hard, and he could tell he was leaking as well, and he wondered if this kiss would turn into something else, something more.

He had daydreamed far too many times how this would happen, how their first time would be, and he was still embarrassed to feel how horny he was in such a short period of time. They had just started kissing, surely it took longer for people to be this ready for more?

However, just as Obi-Wan was about to start humping against Anakin, his Master broke the kiss and settled him back onto the bed easily, putting some distance between them.

“Master?” Obi-Wan was breathless, his chest raising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. Now, though, he was afraid. Had Anakin regretted kissing him? Had it been a fluke?

“I’m sorry,” Anakin said, running a hand on his face before standing and rushing to the refresher, locking himself there.

Obi-Wan stared after him as he felt his own heart breaking. Before he could stop himself, he was crying, big fat tears falling down his cheeks. He laid down on his side of the bed and hid his face on the pillow to avoid making any noise.

How ridiculous he had been to think Anakin would have wanted him. He was stupid. A weak, stupid padawan who had a crush on his handsome Master. It was obvious that someone as incredible as the Chosen One, the Hero With No Fear would want nothing with a silly padawan who was weak in the Force.

Obi-Wan wanted to leave the room, to roam the city, but he didn’t know where to go. He could get lost in this apartment, which meant that he would most likely get lost in the city too, and that would only prove further to his Master how childish and ridiculous he was.

He was still crying when Anakin came out of the refresher, but he tried to keep as silent as he could. He didn’t often cry, as he tried to be more in control of his emotions, but he had just had his heart broken by the man he loved, the man who meant everything to him. It was an overwhelming feeling.

Obi-Wan felt a dip on his side of the bed, but he didn’t take his face off the pillow, hugging it against his body as if it was a protection.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin’s voice was soft, and Obi-Wan felt a hand on his hair a moment later, patting him tenderly. “Can you look at me?” Obi-Wan shook his head.

Generally, he would blindly follow Anakin’s requests. But he had just been kissed for the very first time and the next moment had had his heart broken, so he wasn’t really in the mood to acquiesce to Anakin’s wishes at the moment.

There was a sigh before Anakin spoke: “I have a confession to make, but I’d rather make it while looking at you.”

Obi-Wan considered that for a moment. If Anakin tried to apologize once more, or explain himself, Obi-Wan would march out of the room, but he decided to give his Master a chance. Moving around a little, Obi-Wan sat on the bed, still hugging the pillow, but leaving his eyes and nose visible so Anakin could see him.

“Thank you,” Anakin said, the hand that had been patting Obi-Wan’s hair now hovering near his knee before he settled it on his own lap. “You still haven’t learnt how to shield your side of the bond.” Anakin then gave Obi-Wan a moment to understand exactly what that meant.

It took Obi-Wan a few seconds to fully comprehend what Anakin meant, and when he did, he wanted to cry harder. He tried to hide his face once more on the pillow, but Anakin cupped his face once more, shaking his head.

“I’m glad you shared these thoughts with me.” Anakin said, his whole expression tender. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Obi-Wan…” He sighed, thumb running over his cheek in an attempt to clean the tear tracks. “But you’re still underage. I wanted to be stronger, to wait until your name day… And I kissed you today. I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself, but you look so pretty, so innocent. Even more so in these clothes and with your long hair.”

Obi-Wan did stop crying at that, although his brain was taking a long time to connect the information Anakin had just shared with him.

Because it couldn’t possibly be that Anakin meant what he had said, right?

He wanted Obi-Wan? He wanted Obi-Wan?

Someone like Anakin wanting Obi-Wan made no sense. It would make better sense if Anakin wanted someone like the Senator, who was pretty and petite, who was more age appropriate and had an impressive career. Not someone like Obi-Wan.

Anakin sighed, but he had a fond smile on his face. “I’m not lying, Padawan mine. There’s no one I’ve wanted as much as I want you.”

Obi-Wan was shocked, because he had to be dreaming.

“Prove it, then,” Obi-Wan said as a rush of adrenaline filled his body. That made Anakin’s eyes widen, and he took his hand back.

“Now, Obi-Wan, let’s not be hasty. Two more days, okay? And I promise I’ll make every one of your fantasies a reality.” Anakin’s smirk was cheeky, but Obi-Wan didn’t want to hear it. He wanted Anakin, and if his Master wanted him back, two days meant nothing. So what that he was legally still underage? No one had to know.

In fact, no one would get to know anyway, because as Jedi they weren’t allowed to have attachments, and even if they were just doing this for the sex, Obi-Wan believed it would be frowned upon if people learnt that Anakin had a carnal relationship with his padawan.

Obi-Wan decided to take matters into his own hands.

Throwing his pillow to the side, Obi-Wan tackled Anakin to the bed and quickly straddled his hips, sitting on top of him, hands on each side of Anakin’s head. There was a recognizable fire in Anakin’s gaze, but he waited to see what Obi-Wan would do.

“Prove it, Master,” Obi-Wan said again. He wasn’t turned on yet, but he knew it was a matter of time.

It seemed to work, because Anakin growled and flipped them over, mouth descending on Obi-Wan’s, tongues already searching each other. They kissed fervently, Anakin’s hunger palpable in the bond they shared, and Obi-Wan could already feel himself getting hard and wet.

They spent a lot of time just kissing, and Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around Anakin’s hips so he could have some friction on his cock. He was exhilarated to feel that his Master was just as turned on as he was.

It felt incredible to be under Anakin, his strong body holding Obi-Wan in place to do as he pleased. And Obi-Wan would let him. Obi-Wan would let him do whatever he wanted to him.

“Kriff, you’ll be the death of me,” Anakin gasped, breaking their kiss so he could kiss and suck on Obi-Wan’s pale neck.

Obi-Wan moaned, not having expected to feel such pleasure on a place like his neck; during the last year that he had tried to get to learn more about his own body, it had never occurred to him that his neck would be sensitive. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, giving Anakin more space to suck and bite on his neck.

“Please, Master,” Obi-Wan begged, unsure of what exactly he was begging for, but needing more. He could feel himself getting so wet, his own cock leaking pre-come, and he couldn’t stop moving his hips erratically against Anakin’s hips, needing to feel more of his erection, needing it as if he needed it to breathe.

“I’m not going to kriff you,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan would have cried had it not been for Anakin’s hips moving against his, giving Obi-Wan even more friction. “But I will make you feel stars.”

Obi-Wan had no idea what he meant by that, his mind too hazy with arousal. He had waited far too long to be kriffed by his Master, and now Anakin was going to deny him it?

“Just until your name day. I promise I’ll kriff you properly on your name day.”

Obi-Wan didn’t understand why Anakin was so keen on only kriffing him when he turned eighteen, as it meant nothing. Two days would hardly make a difference. Besides, they were kissing now. Anakin was rubbing his clothed cock against Obi-Wan’s now. Why couldn’t he kriff Obi-Wan now too?

“Patience, my Padawan,” Anakin said with a chuckle, making quick work of removing Obi-Wan’s shirt. “We have all the time in the galaxy,” Anakin said, kissing Obi-Wan’s collarbone before sucking a bruise there. “Besides, I need time to explore your whole body before I get to kriff you.”

The prospect of having Anakin touch and kiss all his body in order to discover what Obi-Wan liked and disliked had Obi-Wan shivering and moaning.

“Force, you’re so pretty.” Anakin put some distance between them to look at Obi-Wan’s bare chest.

They rarely saw each other without clothes, usually only when one of them had a wound that needed immediate tending. Therefore, Obi-Wan was far too conscious that Anakin was taking his time looking at every inch of his chest. He didn’t know how Anakin could think he looked pretty, though. He was skinny, his muscles not yet developed like Anakin’s, and he was too pale, since he rarely took off his clothes in public.

Without any other prompting, Anakin lowered himself once again until he had his mouth around a nipple. Obi-Wan moaned loudly, his nipples far too sensitive, and he squirmed under Anakin, his cunt gushing more slick. If they kept this up, Obi-Wan would come in his pants only from Anakin sucking on his nipple.

“Delicious,” Anakin murmured against the pebble of his chest, sucking and biting hungrily. Obi-Wan brought a hand to Anakin’s hair, tugging at it in a weak attempt to remove his Master from his chest, but nothing could budge Anakin. He was too enraptured in what he was doing, and Obi-Wan was moaning wantonly.

He was suddenly grateful that they were alone in this huge apartment, otherwise he would be far too embarrassed to face anyone after this. Thankfully enough, he could be as vocal as he wanted, the only one who’d ever know how he sounded like in the throes of passion would be Anakin.

With a groan, Anakin moved from one nipple to the other, giving it the same attention as the previous one. Obi-Wan squeezed his legs around Anakin, locking their bottom halves together, unable to move as he felt his orgasm quickly building. A little more and he would come from only this.

“Yes, come for me, love,” Anakin growled, biting harder on the hard nub in his mouth and with a shout, Obi-Wan came, his cock throbbing with his release.

(Later, Obi-Wan would wonder if he came solely because of Anakin’s hungry mouth on him or because his Master had called him ‘love’.)

Anakin put some distance between them, lowering Obi-Wan’s legs to the bed. Obi-Wan whined, not really ready to give up on what they were doing, even though he had just come.

“Let’s remove these soiled clothes, shall we?” Anakin said with a cheeky grin, and Obi-Wan could only nod dumbly as Anakin completely undressed him. “Kriff,” Anakin cursed, unable to look away from Obi-Wan’s sex, and Obi-Wan was starting to feel self-conscious once more. He wished to close his legs, but Anakin held each knee apart, going as far as propping them up so he could see all of Obi-Wan. “Perfect.”

There was real awe in Anakin’s voice, and Obi-Wan felt pride at the high praise coming from his Master, even if he felt embarrassed for being so exposed. There was no need for embarrassment, though, Obi-Wan told himself. He had been dreaming of this for over a year now, and there was no one he would be as comfortable as Anakin to expose every curve and crane of his body.

Obi-Wan watched attentively as Anakin stared at his half-hard cock – impossible to go fully flaccid when he had his Master between his legs – and his seeping pussy. Stewjoni didn’t have an external sac, like many humanoids, and Obi-Wan wondered if Anakin thought he looked weird with both sexes, and yet missing an important part that most humanoids had.

“Not weird at all, love,” Anakin said, and the pet name had Obi-Wan’s heart skipping a beat. “You’re perfect, every part of you.” And his voice was so loving that there was no doubt in Obi-Wan’s mind that Anakin was speaking the truth.

“Please, Master,” Obi-Wan whined after a few more minutes in silence, with only Anakin staring intently at him. “Kriff me, I’m ready.”

Anakin looked at him with a tender smile, but shook his head. “Not gonna kriff you. You’re probably too tight to have a cock so soon.” Anakin looked back at where his pussy was situated. “Although I guess I can try to open you with my fingers, see how much you can take.”

Obi-Wan’s cock, now fully erect, throbbed at the idea. “Yes, Master, please.”

Anakin let go of Obi-Wan’s legs, but Obi-Wan was quick to hold them up, presenting himself to his Master. Anakin moved on the bed until he was lying on his stomach, his face inches away from his genitalia. Obi-Wan held his breath in anticipation, but his Master didn’t do anything for a long while, until he was sniffing at Obi-Wan’s crotch.

“You smell amazing, love,” and the next moment, Anakin had his mouth on his cunt, his tongue caressing the folds in curiosity. He hummed in ecstasy a moment later. “Taste even better,” he said, licking enthusiastically at the moist folds.

Obi-Wan moaned, closing his eyes and just accepting the onslaught of pleasure at having his pussy played with. There was where he was the most sensitive, his clit and lips sending sparks down his spine. He knew that he would be able to come like this even if Anakin didn’t touch his dick, as it was pure bliss to have a tongue lapping hungrily at him.

Anakin brought a hand to Obi-Wan’s cock, though, tugging at it gently while delving inside Obi-Wan’s cunt with his tongue. It wasn’t much, and it certainly didn’t go too far inside, but it had Obi-Wan moaning like a schutta. This was the farthest anything had been inside of him, and Obi-Wan couldn’t wait to have his Master’s cock inside of him.

“More, Master,” Obi-Wan whined, thrashing on the bed, wanting to reach his orgasm, but Anakin was being too slow on his ministrations, clearly wishing to drag this out.

“Do you want to come, Padawan mine?” Obi-Wan nodded, unable to produce words when Anakin’s mechno finger touched Obi-Wan’s folds. “Like this?” Anakin licked the tight nub on top of his folds and had Obi-Wan screaming in ecstasy, although it was still not enough to make him come. “Or like this?” Anakin slowly inserted a finger into Obi-Wan’s cunt and Obi-Wan was wailing, tears falling down his cheeks.

This was far too good. How could such pleasure exist? He was certain he would explode from pure ecstasy if Anakin continued what he was doing.

“Both, Master, everything.” Obi-Wan managed to shout, overwhelmed by such pleasure.

“Everything, huh?” Anakin’s hand on his cock quickened its pace, and he resumed sucking and licking on the folds and clit hungrily, as if he couldn’t have enough. And now, he was also thrusting the finger in and out of Obi-Wan’s tight heat.

With a silent scream, Obi-Wan came, his legs shaking violently. Anakin continued what he was doing, dragging Obi-Wan’s orgasm for longer than he was used to, and Obi-Wan didn’t know it was possible to cry from pleasure, but there he was, sobbing from too much pleasure.

Eventually, Anakin let go of Obi-Wan, helping him lower his legs, lying beside him and tugging him closer for a hug. It took a moment for Obi-Wan to breathe properly again, and he was a sweaty, nasty mess, with come and slick sticking to his body.

“Was it good?” Anakin’s voice was a whisper, but it was spoken directly into Obi-Wan’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. His cock gave a valiant throb, feeling interested once more.

Obi-Wan could only nod. He turned on the hug, looking up at his Master with curious eyes. Anakin’s smile was so tender, so full of love, and Obi-Wan wondered how he had never noticed it before. It was the same smile he had always given Obi-Wan, but now it felt like it meant so much more.

“Can I touch you?” Obi-Wan asked shyly, but didn’t avert his gaze. He knew his Master hadn’t come yet, he could feel the hard length against his stomach. And he wanted to touch, wanted to feel it against his skin, on his hand, in his mouth. Even if Anakin ended up not kriffing him that day, Obi-Wan wished to be even more intimate with Anakin.

Anakin seemed to consider it for a moment, staring at Obi-Wan’s face with something akin to worship. Obi-Wan felt a little self-conscious. There he was, lying beside his Master while completely naked, his body dirty with his spend. Meanwhile, Anakin was still fully dressed, hard cock pressed against Obi-Wan, and yet his eyes were now focused on Obi-Wan’s face.

“I want to do so many things to you, padawan mine,” Anakin said with a dreamy sigh, stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face. “But we should stop for now.” Obi-Wan pouted – he didn’t usually do such uncivilized actions as he wasn’t a youngling anymore, but there was something about Anakin denying him that made Obi-Wan want to act out.

“Please, Master,” he whined, throwing a leg over Anakin’s, in an attempt to lock him in place. His own cock, getting harder by the second, was now against Anakin’s, and Obi-Wan rutted forward. Anakin’s hand went to his ass, holding him in place. “Let me touch you. Just a little.”

Obi-Wan could see Anakin’s resolve slowly fall. It seemed like his pouting and whining helped Anakin to accept Obi-Wan’s proposal.

With a quite dramatic sigh and a roll of his eyes, Anakin said: “Okay. Let’s just move to a better position.”

Obi-Wan let Anakin move, and the next moment he had his eyes wide as his Master took off his clothes, getting fully nude in front of Obi-Wan. While he had begged Anakin to let him touch his body, Obi-Wan wasn’t really expecting Anakin to undress, and he was now feeling incredibly hot.

Anakin was stunning. His chiseled chest was glorious; it showed Anakin’s strength and power, how much time he spent training and honing his body to become the best Jedi in the Order. Eyes going down Anakin’s chest and stomach, Obi-Wan’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the massive cock his Master was sporting.

Obi-Wan’s own cock wasn’t small, but it wasn’t particularly big either. Anakin’s, though, seemed almost twice as long, and so thick Obi-Wan’s mouth salivated. There were veins running down his cock, and Obi-Wan had no idea how that would go inside of him, but by Force, he had never wanted anything more.

Obi-Wan stared blinkingly at Anakin’s cock as Anakin moved to the head of the bed, sitting against the headboard. He patted his own thigh, and Obi-Wan’s eyes finally snapped to Anakin’s face, who had a smug smirk on his lips.

“See something you like?” Obi-Wan nodded enthusiastically and clambered on top of him, straddling Anakin’s lap. “Good boy,” Anakin praised, bringing him by the neck to a kiss.

Obi-Wan sighed into the kiss, closing his eyes and letting Anakin’s tongue devour him. Obi-Wan could only kiss back, his cock straining against his belly, his cunt leaving smears of slick on Anakin’s toned thighs. Anakin’s mechno hand went to his hair, tugging at its long strands and moving Obi-Wan’s head in every which way he so desired. Obi-Wan moaned wantonly into the kiss, loving the feeling of having his Master taking control like that.

“Ride my thigh,” Anakin commanded in between kisses, and Obi-Wan moved one of his legs so he was straddling only one of the thighs. The sensation of having a sturdy thigh under his pussy was deliriously magnificent, and Obi-Wan shivered in ecstasy. “Touch my cock, padawan mine.” Anakin said next, and Obi-Wan didn’t need to be told twice.

He lowered his hand until he touched Anakin’s rock hard cock, prompting a groan from his Master. Obi-Wan preened at the reaction, closing his fist around the shaft. His Master’s cock was so thick that Obi-Wan’s short, stout fingers didn’t even wrap completely around its width.

Anakin kept one of his hands on Obi-Wan’s long hair, the other on Obi-Wan’s ass, putting enough pressure on it so Obi-Wan would actually ride his thigh. And Obi-Wan was so turned on that he couldn’t do anything else except move against Anakin’s thigh, rubbing his cunt on Anakin.

It was pure filth. They kissed hungrily; there was so much spit, their tongues battling each other, their teeth biting each other’s lips desperately. Obi-Wan could already feel his lips stinging from so much kissing, and he loved it. They were moaning into the kiss, groaning, sighing. The litany of sounds in the room was loud and arousing.

Then, they were moving. Or rather, Obi-Wan was moving. His hand, gripping Anakin’s cock and stroking it in a quick rhythm, and his hips, getting some blissful friction against his clit and folds. It wasn’t as intense as having a finger or a tongue there, working on the perfect spots that drove Obi-Wan insane, but the fact that Obi-Wan was allowed to do this, to ride his Master’s thigh, was enough to get Obi-Wan so aroused he knew he would come without Anakin touching either his cock or his pussy.

As his orgasm grew nearer, Obi-Wan’s movements grew erratic, and Anakin pulled him away from the kiss by his hair. Obi-Wan moaned loudly, tongue still out of his mouth as he closed his eyes at the sting in his scalp. It felt so good to be manhandled like that, he couldn’t believe he was into things like that.

Although, perhaps it had more to do with whom he was doing these things with rather than what he personally enjoyed.

“Look at you,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan opened his eyes to look at Anakin, to see what he was looking at. Anakin was looking all over him; his face, his chest, his cock, the way he was lewdly moving on his thigh. “So perfect.” Anakin added with a growl, the hand on Obi-Wan’s ass kneading the mound there. “Can’t wait to have you ride my cock.”

Obi-Wan’s hand twitched around Anakin’s cock, and he moaned at the thought. “Perhaps I should just move slightly to the side, Master. I’m sure you’ll slide right in.” Obi-Wan tried to sound cheeky, to pretend he was in control of his emotions. However, he only sounded needy and desperate.

Had Anakin not been holding him by the ass and hair, Obi-Wan would totally have done just that. It would be so easy, too, to just hold Anakin’s length under his cunt and then sit on it.

Anakin seemed to agree that that was a great idea, because he closed his eyes and groaned, his cock throbbing in Obi-Wan’s hands. He squeezed Obi-Wan’s ass almost to the point of pain before massaging it soothingly.

“Kark. You’re going to be the death of me, Obi-Wan.” It felt nice to hear his Master lose his composure like that, even though Obi-Wan was in the same predicament.

“Don’t say such a thing, Master,” Obi-Wan managed to pout. As much as he loved the way he was making Anakin hot and bothered, he didn’t want to even think about the possibility of his Master dying, much less because of him.

“It’s true,” Anakin said, a smirk on his face. And how he managed to look smug while Obi-Wan felt he looked like a depraved schutta, Obi-Wan had no idea. “Two days, I asked. You’re not making it easy for me.” Obi-Wan’s heart skipped a beat. He was already blushing due to sex, but he felt his face burn up even further.

“I don’t want— to make it easy,” Obi-Wan said in between moans. “I want—” Here, he hesitated. Could he say such filthy words like cock? He had never said them out loud before. However, the thought that his Master might agree to kriff him if he was more seductive had Obi-Wan saying it: “I want your cock, Master.”

The reaction was instantaneous.

Anakin pushed Obi-Wan until he was lying on his back. He then moved Obi-Wan’s legs with ease, holding them wide apart. “Just the tip, padawan mine, and then we won’t touch until your name day.”

Obi-Wan was so thrilled by the possibility of having even the tip of his Master’s cock inside of him that he just nodded, agreeing easily to the deal, not even caring that he might need the full thing later on. “Yes, yes, please, Master. I’ll behave.”

Anakin held his own cock by the base and aligned himself, the head of his erection kissing Obi-Wan’s lips. Obi-Wan held his breath, looking down at Anakin’s cock, even though he couldn’t really see where they were touching.

And then, Anakin slid in. Just the tip, as he had promised, and that was enough to make Obi-Wan come, spurts of white sperm coating his own chest, his hole throbbing desperately around Anakin’s cockhead.

“Kark,” Anakin groaned, and Obi-Wan felt the moment Anakin came, his seed being pumped into his tight passage.

They remained a moment just feeling the high of their own orgasms, panting with their eyes closed, trying to gather their bearings. When Obi-Wan finally opened his eyes, Anakin was staring at him with so much love that Obi-Wan felt suddenly shy, but he could only smile happily for having shared such a monumental moment with his Master.

Pulling out, Obi-Wan frowned when he felt Anakin’s come coming out of him. He wanted it inside; he wanted it to stay inside for hours. Anakin let himself fall on the bed beside Obi-Wan, one hand finding one of Obi-Wan’s.

“I meant what I said. No more until your name day.”

Obi-Wan smiled in spite of himself. He was satisfied for now, he trusted he could behave for two more days.

He could not behave for two whole days.

After sharing such experiences with the one man Obi-Wan trusted more than anyone else in the entire galaxy, the man he was sure he was attached to beyond repair, the man Obi-Wan could probably say he loved, Obi-Wan was unable to keep his hands to himself.

They ate dinner at Padmé’s place, having become too late for them to go out, and then his Master made them each take another bath before bed. Then, they slept cuddling each other, Anakin’s arms enveloping Obi-Wan in a way that made him feel protected and loved.

The problem, however, was the following morning.

Obi-Wan woke up half hard, and he had somehow moved while sleeping, now being spooned by Anakin, who had his hard cock nestled against Obi-Wan’s clothed ass cheeks. In a heartbeat, Obi-Wan’s cock went fully hard, and he could already feel himself get wet. However, in his half-awake state, he didn’t think things through and simply started rubbing his ass against Anakin’s cock.

After almost a full minute of doing so, Anakin’s arms tightened around him, and Obi-Wan realized his Master had woken up as well.

“Weren’t you going to behave?” Anakin’s hoarse voice was even more of a turn on, and Obi-Wan could only moan as he continued moving his hips. Anakin would have none of it, though, settling a hand on his hip and refraining him from moving. “Now, if we want to enjoy the festival, we better get ready.”

“I’d rather spend the day here in bed with you, Master.” Obi-Wan turned his head to look at Anakin, who chuckled at his boldness.

“Tomorrow, I promise. Today I’ll take you to the festival.” Obi-Wan pouted, but Anakin let go of him and got out of bed, which made Obi-Wan do the same.

Anakin was the one to choose their clothes for the day once more, and this time Obi-Wan was wearing a long shirt that looked almost like a dress in taupe, his leggings in light grey. He felt pretty, and Anakin even suggested they bought something for his hair at the festival.

The festival was indeed a wonderful experience. Since it was the Spring Festival, there were flowers everywhere, and most of the things being sold were flower related. Anakin bought Obi-Wan a flower crown in light colours, going quite well with his outfit. Obi-Wan blushed, but he was delighted that his Master wanted to see him look pretty.

“You’re always pretty,” Anakin whispered so only Obi-Wan would hear, and Obi-Wan’s blush darkened when he realized his Master could still hear all his thoughts. “Don’t worry, love, we’ll focus on working on your shields once we’re back.” Obi-Wan nodded, thankful that Anakin wasn’t bothered by the constant influx of thoughts and feelings.

There were so many people out, a lot of noise too, with so many people talking and laughing. It was impossible not to feel happy and excited, not to want to go to the next stall and see what they were selling or what they were showing. There was also a plethora of food options, most of which were made with fruits, and Obi-Wan tried a little of everything, sighing in delight every single time.

Obi-Wan knew he looked like a bright-eyed kid, looking at everything with enthusiasm and wonder, but it was impossible not to when Naboo was so different from Coruscant. So alive, bright and colourful.

Anakin, on the other hand, had his eyes fixated on Obi-Wan. Whenever Obi-Wan turned to look at his Master, Anakin was already looking at him with a smile on his lips. Obi-Wan blushed every time, but it never failed to make his heart beat faster and a happiness sing in the Force.

They met with Padmé for lunch, right after the Queen had given a speech for everyone present, inviting everyone for the play that would be taking place in a few hours at the amphitheater. The play would happen every day at the same time, and it was encouraged for people to only watch it once, so other people could watch on another day, as it had a limited amount of space.

Padmé and Anakin talked, Obi-Wan still looking all around him as they ate the best meal of Obi-Wan’s life. Obi-Wan wasn’t jealous of the woman anymore, because although she was gorgeous and had a close relationship with Anakin, Obi-Wan could still see Anakin stealing glances at Obi-Wan every so often, the presence in his mind a constant feeling of love and happiness.

Regardless of Padmé’s feelings for Anakin, his Master had eyes only for Obi-Wan (he wouldn’t go as far to say that Anakin loved him or was attached to him, but Obi-Wan wanted to think so, mainly after everything they had done the day before).

“Tomorrow I fear I’ll only be meeting with you by mid-afternoon,” Padmé commented as she finished her food. She ate in a delicate way, similar to Obi-Wan, who always made sure to be proper when eating. Anakin, on the other hand, would often shove food into his mouth when he was hungry, not caring for what others thought. “So, I left your present in the apartment, Obi-Wan. Anakin knows where it is, he can give it to you in the morning if you wish.”

It took Obi-Wan a moment to realized what she meant by that. “You… You’ve bought me a present?” Obi-Wan had met her the previous day, why would she buy him a gift at all? Although it was clear that she had money, she didn’t know Obi-Wan, there was no need to spend money with him.

“Anakin adores you, Obi-Wan,” Padmé said with a tender smile, and Obi-Wan blushed, shooting Anakin a glance before returning his gaze to Padmé. It was endearing that Anakin also had a blush on his cheeks. “I feel like I know you from how much he talks about you. Besides, you’re turning eighteen tomorrow, right?” At his nod, she continued: “It’s important to celebrate when we come of age, don’t you think?”

Obi-Wan didn’t know if he agreed, but he thanked her anyway. He wasn’t used to getting gifts, only a few nick-nacks from Anakin, and they were mostly things Anakin had built himself. Obi-Wan had always cherished them, but now someone who was basically a stranger to him had gone out of their way to gift him something. He felt embarrassed, but he thought it would be much more impolite if he didn’t accept the present.

Soon after, they finished eating, and Padmé had to leave. Anakin took Obi-Wan to see more stalls, to watch a few people playing some instruments where some people were dancing to the lively tune, and even to eat some other things as they went.

There was even an area for people to pet some farm animals, kids being allowed to ride on a few of them with the supervision of an experienced adult. Obi-Wan was stunned to see so many animals and petting them had him laughing happily. This whole festival was so full of respect for their culture, fauna and flora, that Obi-Wan couldn’t stop smiling.

“I take it you’re enjoying yourself.” Anakin said when the sun started to set, and Obi-Wan was blown away by how gorgeous his Master looked by the orange hues of the setting sun.

Obi-Wan wanted to kiss him, suddenly, not out of arousal, but because he just loved Anakin so deeply, and he had never felt happier. Kissing Anakin right then, with the loud laughter, music and conversation all around them, would be the perfect ending to a perfect day.

Anakin looked around them before closing the distance between them, one hand going to Obi-Wan’s waist, the other cupping Obi-Wan’s nape. “Only one kiss, padawan mine,” Anakin whispered, leaning forward until their lips were almost touching. “And I’ll allowed it because no one here knows who we are. And because you, too, look gorgeous with the setting sun hitting your lovely auburn hair, and your sweet blue eyes.”

Obi-Wan felt like giggling at the praise, but before he could do so, Anakin closed the small gap between their lips, pressing them together. It was a chaste kiss, but for the first time Obi-Wan hadn’t felt the burning heat of arousal building inside of him.

He was simply content, happy. He was in the arms of the man he loved, being kissed tenderly after a beautiful day on an impressive planet.

The kiss ended a moment later, and Obi-Wan couldn’t be happier.

“Let’s find us some dinner, then we can go back to the apartment, okay?” Anakin asked, stroking a thumb over Obi-Wan’s cheek.

Obi-Wan nodded and they walked together, this time hand in hand, their fingers intertwined. It felt like a date, Obi-Wan thought, and he wondered if it could be considered as one, but he felt too inexperienced to ask, so he just enjoyed it.

Anakin took them to a stall where the smell coming off it was amazing, and Obi-Wan, even after having eaten a little bit of everything throughout the day, had his stomach grumbling. Anakin seated in an empty table and went to order their food at the stall, coming back almost half an hour later with two steaming plates of food.

“This is my favourite food from Naboo,” Anakin said, grinning widely. “It’s probably most of these people’s favourite, that’s why it took so long for it to be ready.”

Obi-Wan shook his head in understanding, a smile on his lips. He blew on his food before taking a small bite and he moaned at the flavours burst through his tongue. “It’s delicious!” Obi-Wan said in amazement, and Anakin laughed, starting to eat his food as well.

They ate mostly in silence, Obi-Wan too engrossed in the delicious meal in front of him to hold a conversation – it almost felt wrong to think of anything else while eating such incredible food.

When they were finally done, the festival was nowhere to its end for the day, but they were both tired and Anakin convinced him to return to the apartment. Obi-Wan felt sleepy, and he didn’t know if he should be happy for it or not. Sleeping would mean that the following day would arrive earlier, and he would be able to engage in sexual acts with his Master. On the other hand, he wanted to be kissed and cuddled before falling asleep – maybe even get an orgasm or two.

In the end, after taking a quick bath – otherwise he would fall asleep on the tub – Obi-Wan fell asleep the instant his head hit the pillow. He didn’t notice when Anakin returned from his own bath, nor did he wake when Anakin cuddled to him afterwards.

Obi-Wan woke up slowly. There was a thin sheen of light coming from the almost closed windows, and that was the only indication that it was morning. As he blinked himself awake with a yawn, Obi-Wan noticed the arms around him. He smiled and closed his eyes, trying to memorize that feeling – after all, Obi-Wan didn’t know what would happen after they returned to Coruscant. Would they still sleep in the same bed?

After a few minutes just lying there and enjoying the hot body against his back, and Anakin’s hard cock against his arse, Obi-Wan thought of an amazing plan.

As stealthily as he could, Obi-Wan managed to untangle himself from Anakin, making his Master lie on his back, instead of on his side. Then, Obi-Wan removed the sheets from them and lowered Anakin’s sleep pants. His thick shaft bobbed free and Obi-Wan had to bite his lip in order not to produce any sound. Anakin, on the other hand, grumbled something, moving slightly, but not really changing his position.

Making sure his Master was still asleep by giving his mind a light probe, Obi-Wan positioned himself between Anakin’s bare legs and stared at the man. Unfortunately, he was still wearing his sleep shirt, and Obi-Wan didn’t trust himself to take it off without waking him. Still, Obi-Wan took a moment to appreciate the lovely body in front of him.

Anakin’s thighs were toned, thick, framing his heavy balls and long erection quite nicely. Obi-Wan’s mouth was suddenly flooded with saliva, and he knew he wouldn’t know peace until he had that cock in his mouth.

He slowly rearranged himself on the bed until his face was right in front of Anakin’s dick, and with one hand on Anakin’s thigh and the other on the base of Anakin’s length, Obi-Wan put his tongue out of his mouth and, very carefully, flicked the tip of Anakin’s cock.

It throbbed in his hand, and Obi-Wan wanted more. There was a little bead of pre-come at the tip, so Obi-Wan did the same, giving it a quick lick before putting the tip into his mouth and rolling his tongue around the head. Anakin groaned, a leg moving on its own, even though he was still asleep. Emboldened by that reaction, Obi-Wan sucked on the head of Anakin’s cock, tongue still playing on the head, flicking the little slit at the tip.

The bitter taste of pre-come exploded in his mouth, and Obi-Wan was the one moaning from it. While it didn’t particularly taste good, it was addictive and Obi-Wan wanted more. He wanted to swallow all of Anakin and have him come in his mouth.

With that in mind, Obi-Wan lowered his head, taking more of the cock into his mouth. Not much, just enough to feel the stretch, and he had to pant through his nose as his own arousal spiked. His cock was tenting his sleeping trousers, and his cunt was already getting moist, simply from having Anakin’s cock in his mouth.

Obi-Wan took more of Anakin’s cock, until it hit the back of his throat and he had to stop so it wouldn’t trigger his gag reflex. It saddened him that he could still wrap his hand on the remaining part of Anakin’s cock, jerking it while he worked his tongue around the erection. Would he ever be able to take it all in his mouth, he wondered? He sure hoped so.

He started moving his head up and down, hoping the added friction of his lips around the length of Anakin’s cock would help him feel more pleasure. He sucked from time to time, using his tongue as much as he could. He made sure to not use his teeth, even though Anakin’s cock opened his jaw wide.

Obi-Wan was at it for some time when he felt a hand on his hair, fingers holding onto the strands. Without taking the cock off of his mouth, Obi-Wan looked up. Anakin was wake now, eyes hazy with some residual sleep, and something that was probably arousal. Obi-Wan stopped what he was doing, eyes going wide and cheeks burning up. He had been caught.

In hindsight, he could acknowledge that sooner or later Anakin would wake up, but Obi-Wan hadn’t thought that far ahead, and now, faced with the reality that Anakin might find a problem with what Obi-Wan had been doing, Obi-Wan didn’t know what to do.

“You’re doing great,” Anakin’s hoarse voice was low, and Obi-Wan swallowed around the cock in his mouth, prompting a groan out of Anakin, his hand tightening on Obi-Wan’s hair. “I guess you didn’t want to wait.” Anakin chuckled, and Obi-Wan could tell that he wasn’t upset. If anything, he thought what Obi-Wan was doing was very sexy. “Keep going,” Anakin prompted, tugging at Obi-Wan’s hair.

Obi-Wan moaned, his eyes falling closed. The slight burn on his scalp was delicious, and all he could do was comply.

Obi-Wan doubled his efforts, sucking and moving his head, his tongue and hands helping. Anakin was more vocal than Obi-Wan had thought he would be, grunting, gasping and moaning at Obi-Wan’s ministrations.

He couldn’t possibly be good at this; this was the first time he was doing this, even though his excitement was obvious in his actions. Because, although he didn’t have any finesse on giving head, Obi-Wan loved the weight of Anakin’s cock in his mouth, how it felt against his tongue and cheeks.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth, love?” Anakin’s voice was even rougher than before, and Obi-Wan looked up at him once more. He sent an affirmative through their bond, and Anakin’s eyes darkened. “I’m coming soon.” That was all the warning Anakin gave him.

Not even a full minute later, Anakin was coming into his mouth, the bitter liquid warm against his tongue, and Obi-Wan swallowed it all hungrily, unable to let go of that cock. He only did let go when Anakin tugged at Obi-Wan’s hair, having his cock fall onto his belly with a hiss.

Obi-Wan watched Anakin’s blissed face, unable to move; not that he would be able to move anyway, not with how Anakin was still holding him in place by the hair.

“I could get used to be woken up like this,” Anakin chuckled, finally easing his fingers from Obi-Wan’s hair, petting lovingly at his head. “Let me make you feel good?” Obi-Wan nodded, taking off his clothes as Anakin took off his shirt.

Fully naked, Obi-Wan straddled Anakin’s lap, not quite sitting on top of him, his cunt hovering over Anakin’s flaccid dick. But he wanted a kiss, needed it as much as he needed to breathe. Anakin pulled his head down and they kissed, their tongues meeting halfway, and they lazily kissed each other for a moment.

“Happy name day, padawan mine,” Anakin said, stroking Obi-Wan’s bare face. “Today is a day you’ll never forget.”

Anakin flipped them on the bed, caging Obi-Wan against the bed. Obi-Wan’s cock throbbed at the situation, even though Anakin hadn’t even touched him yet.

“Is there anything you want until I get hard again?” Anakin asked, peppering Obi-Wan’s face with soft kisses, licking behind his ear, sucking on his neck. Obi-Wan was squirming, legs spread around Anakin’s hips.

“Anything,” Obi-Wan gasped, mind far too hazy to choose. Besides, he was sure that whatever his Master decided to do, Obi-Wan would love it.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” Obi-Wan shivered, the idea quite arousing. “Or perhaps lick your pussy?” Obi-Wan moaned, remembering how good it had felt to have Anakin do just that a few days ago. “Maybe I should finger you open before I kriff you.”

“Yes, yes, please. Master, please.” Obi-Wan begged. He wanted everything, anything Anakin was willing to give him.

“Be a good boy and take it, then,” Anakin whispered against his ear as one finger trailed the folds smoothly, teasing at first. Obi-Wan held his breath, his legs trembling beside himself, the pleasure of that light touch enough to leave his whole body burning.

Anakin continued marking Obi-Wan’s neck; kissing and sucking on the pale skin, leaving mark after mark on its wake. But without much more teasing, Anakin slid a single digit inside. It went easily enough, and it had Obi-Wan gasping, gripping Anakin’s back with all his might.

It felt delicious to have something inside. It had already blown his mind away when Anakin had only put the tip in, he couldn’t wait to have the full thing on. However, on the second finger, Obi-Wan understood why Anakin wanted to finger him before kriffing him.

It didn’t hurt, but it was odd to have two fingers inside. It felt too full, while also feeling not full enough. Anakin scissored him with the two fingers, and the stretch left a little ache in its wake. Yet, Anakin’s dutiful attention to his neck – and then his nipples, as he made his way down to them, licking and sucking on the hard nubs – was enough to keep Obi-Wan’s focus on the pleasure of it all, instead of paying attention to anything that might be uncomfortable.

At the third finger, Obi-Wan realized he was so wet that the bed underneath his was soaking. He felt embarrassed for such a thing, but Anakin growled when he, too, noticed the increased amount of slick.

“Master, I’m ready,” Obi-Wan keened, toes curling as Anakin kept on scissoring his fingers and opening him.

Anakin chuckled, looking up from where he was perched on Obi-Wan’s chest. “I’m afraid that’s not true yet, love. You’re still too tight, and I’m too big. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Obi-Wan pouted, but didn’t complain. He also didn’t want it to hurt, but he was growing desperate, overwhelmed and anxious.

The fourth finger seemed to be too much, Obi-Wan whining at the sensation. It still didn’t hurt, but it was a struggle to fit the four fingers inside. Anakin bit on his nipple, sucking on it hungrily. With his thumb, Anakin stroked Obi-Wan’s clit, which in turn had Obi-Wan shouting in ecstasy. His cunt opened up easily with the added stimuli, accommodating four fingers easily.

“Now you’re ready,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan could have cried. He was finally going to be kriffed by his Master.

Anakin withdrew his fingers slowly, then slicked his erection with the juices clinging to his fingers from fingering Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan watched in amazement as Anakin held his cock and positioned himself on his entrance. They locked eyes before Anakin started sliding inside.

They both moaned, Obi-Wan feeling overwhelmed, too full. A moment later, and Anakin was fully inside. They tried to catch their breaths, both struggling to breathe properly with how pleasurable it felt. Obi-Wan could feel Anakin’s cock throbbing from time to time inside of him, his own cock jumping simultaneously.

“Does it hurt?” Anakin asked, his voice hoarse.

“No,” Obi-wan said, even though he could feel unshed tears on his eyes. He knew, however, that these tears were from pleasure rather than pain. “Move, Master.”

Anakin was not strong enough to deny Obi-Wan anything at this point, so he did just that. He pulled out almost all of the way before sliding back in. He did that a few times, watching carefully for any expression of pain on his padawan’s face, but Obi-Wan was moaning in bliss, eyes hazy with lust.

Once satisfied that he wasn’t hurting Obi-Wan, Anakin quickened his pace, making sure to thrust in more strongly. Anakin’s cock touched something inside of Obi-Wan that had the boy yelling in ecstasy. Since Obi-Wan had never touched himself inside, he wasn’t sure what that was, but instead of wondering, he decided to just give in to the pleasure.

Anakin’s hips pistoned quickly in and out, sliding almost all the way out before thrusting back in with all his might. Anakin was groaning, huffing and moaning as he watched Obi-Wan, who would moan, gasp and yell from the continued pleasure.

Obi-Wan had never felt anything like this.

Whenever he had masturbated, it had felt good, but nothing could possibly compare to this. To Anakin on top of him, his hot, sweaty body caging him against the bed. To the easy slide of Anakin’s thick cock inside of his wet, tight pussy. To the love, affection and desire emanating from their bond.

Obi-Wan was about to come, and he knew it was ridiculously soon, but he couldn’t help himself, not when Anakin was kriffing him enthusiastically, his hips losing their rhythm as he hit Obi-Wan’s inner spot dead on at every thrust in.

“Master, Master,” Obi-Wan chanted over and over, not even embarrassed that his mind couldn’t provide him any words to express just how good he felt right then, or that he was about to come if Anakin didn’t slow down.

Instead, Anakin growled, biting onto Obi-Wan’s neck as he came deep inside of Obi-Wan. The way his cock throbbed inside had Obi-Wan coming with a silent scream, his belly painted white.

They stayed still for a long moment, simply trying to catch their breath. When Anakin pulled out, Obi-Wan whined sadly, Anakin’s come sliding out of him instantly. That saddened Obi-Wan more than he thought it would, but Anakin was there to make him feel more at ease.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice tender. “I’ll come in you more times today, okay? Don’t worry.” Obi-Wan pouted, but at least he knew they would continue their lovemaking. “I should probably get us something to eat before we continue.” Anakin kissed Obi-Wan’s forehead before giving his lips a light peck. “Wait here, okay?”

Obi-Wan was too blissed out to move – not to mention that he could barely feel his legs at the moment. Anakin put his pants back on and left the room, leaving Obi-Wan by himself. Instead of getting up and perhaps cleaning himself in the bathroom, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and meditated.

This would be the first time he meditated while lying down, mainly after having vigorous sex with his Master, but he felt like he needed to connect with the Force at that moment. He had worried the Force might reprimand him somehow for his unhealthy attachment towards his Master, but if anything, the Force was singing in pure Light.

When Anakin returned, he not only had a droid bringing their breakfast, but he was also holding a gorgeous wooden box. Obi-Wan sat on the bed, covering himself despite knowing that droids couldn’t care less about one’s state of undress.

“This is Padmé’s present,” Anakin said, handing Obi-Wan the box.

Obi-Wan opened the box and gasped as he realized what it was: tea. All sorts of expensive and some even rare tea. Obi-Wan had always appreciated a good bag of tea; depending on how he was feeling, the tea would help him keep his emotions in check or keep him awake if he hadn’t been sleeping well. And now, he had a plethora of tea to choose from whenever he liked.

“How can I ever repay her?” Obi-Wan asked in awe.

“Don’t say nonsense, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said with a huff. “It’s your name day, she won’t accept anything from you if you give something back.” Obi-Wan pursed his lips, a little uncomfortable at the present. He barely even knew the Senator and she had gone out of her way to gift him something so touching.

“I can’t accept this,” and even though Obi-Wan said this, he couldn’t stop looking at all the many options inside of the box.

“Of course you can. It’s just a gift.” Anakin kissed his temple, and Obi-Wan didn’t know what to say.

“How did she even know?” Obi-Wan asked, looking up at Anakin with big eyes. Anakin cupped his face and caressed his cheek with his thumb.

“I told her,” Anakin said, love in his eyes. “All I ever talk about is you, Obi-Wan. I’m sure I’ve mentioned your love for tea a few times.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes filled with tears, and he brought a hand to his eyes in an attempt to hide, but Anakin kept his hand on Obi-Wan’s face, making him look at him.

“Just in case it’s not obvious,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan noticed the blush rising on his Master’s cheeks. “I love you. I know it’s not the Jedi way, but the Force had brought me to you all those years back when I took you as my Padawan. Maybe it was the Force’s will all along for us to fall in love.”

Could it be? Would he be too gullible if he believed his Master’s words? He did feel how the Force was singing after they had made love, so perhaps there was truth behind Anakin’s words.

“And even if the Force, or the Council disapproves of us, I’ll never give you up. You’re mine.” There was something dark and possessive about the way Anakin said those words, but all it did was send a shiver down Obi-Wan’s spine. He liked the possessiveness.

“I’m yours.” Obi-Wan said with a sigh, closing the gap between them with a kiss.