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In the back of his mind, a part of him felt relief at finding Anakin alone on their couch. It was a small part of his brain, since most of it had seemed to go offline the moment he caught sight of Anakin.
He was on his knees on the couch, his face pressed against the seat, a bit of drool staining the fabric.
Obi-Wan’s eyes slid over his frame, his naked body coated in a layer of sweat. Anakin didn’t seem to have noticed him yet, eyes closed and cheeks flushed as he panted, his fingers slick with lube as they pushed inside his hole over and over.
Obi-Wan swallowed, blood rushing south as he caught sight of Anakin’s cock hard between his legs, untouched and leaking wildly. But what took Obi-Wan’s breath away was the hint of leather he caught around Anakin’s neck.
His padawan had a collar.
A leather collar.
A leather collar, which was the only thing he had on while he fucked himself on his own fingers like a needy slut from the lower levels.
Straightening his back, Obi-Wan made a decision. With a flick of his wrist, the door closed swiftly behind him, the sound of it hitting the wall startling Anakin enough to pull his fingers out and lose his balance.
“M-master!” He exclaimed, fear and shame taking over his face as he scrambled to cover his twitching cock with one arm and his collar with another. “I… I…”
Obi-Wan advanced with firm steps, keeping his face blank from expression, until he was mere centimeters away from his stuttering padawan. “Padawan,” he began, keeping his voice stern. “Didn’t I tell you to research on a topic today?”
Anakin bit his lip and looked down, but Obi-Wan caught his cute cock twitching. “I did it master, I’ve finished the research and I was waiting for you to return.”
He swallowed a groan, his cock, hard and straining against his pants, twitched and he put his hands on his hips. “I see. And you thought to pass the time by doing this?”
His padawan kept his gaze down, ears turning a bright red. “I’m… I’m sorry, master.” He sobbed.
That wouldn’t do.
“What subject did you choose?” He asked, hands pushing his tabards aside enough to allow him to push his own pants down, just enough to free his hard cock. At the question, Anakin looked up, eyebrows jumping high on his face when he came across his master’s erection a mere breath away. He unconsciously licked his lower lip, making Obi-Wan barely suppress a moan.
“Uhm, what?” Anakin asked, instead, distracted by the hard cock in front of him. Obi-Wan huffed and grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks and making him meet his eyes.
“My overachieving boy,” Obi-Wan teased, rejoicing when his words made Anakin whine. “Guess I’ll have to quiz you later.” He mused, his free hand grabbing the base of his own cock, stroking it once. “We’ll do another exercise together instead.”
With an almost twisted delight, he let go Anakin’s face, instead using his cock to slap him on his cheeks, leaving the skin covered in thick precome. Anakin seemed to delight in it, eyelids half mast, mouth loose and wet. “Master, please.” He begged, pulling out his tongue, begging to suck on his master.
Obi-Wan groaned, pressing the tip of his cock on that tempting tongue, but not letting Anakin take him into his own mouth. “Force, you’re such a slut.” He growled, and Anakin whimpered, nodding slightly. “But only for your master, right, darling?”
Another nod accompanied by a swallow, Obi-Wan could easily get used to this sight. “This is what’s going to happen, padawan.” He began. “I’m going to fuck your filthy mouth and you’re gonna swallow it up like a good boy. And then, you’re gonna touch that pretty cock of yours until you come all over yourself like the naughty slut you are.”
He didn’t miss the way his words affected Anakin, panting desperately, the puffs of air hitting his erection and making him pulse against Anakin’s mouth. Without waiting for anything else, he finally began thrusting into Anakin’s mouth, moaning at the wet slide.
“Force, Anakin!” He groaned, his hand finding Anakin’s braid and tugging it, burying his whole cock in Anakin’s warmth, feeling his throat contract around it, Anakin’s nose brushing against his pubic hair. He pulled back, letting Anakin gasp for a couple of breaths before pushing in again.
Soon, a constant rhythm had built up, the hand that wasn’t tugging on Anakin’s braid sliding from his nape (where he had been pressing Anakin against his pelvis) towards the collar. “I’ll need to find you a leash.”
At his words, Anakin groaned, the vibrations tingling against his cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna come soon.”
His pace quickened then, patience worn thin by pleasure. He fucked Anakin’s face relentlessly, Anakin’s hands braced against his hips, throat opened and relaxed. Tears began falling from his eyes, but it was clear in the Force he was enjoying Obi-Wan’s rough treatment.
“Hng, you love this, don’t you?” Obi-Wan’s hand twisted and Anakin moaned. “You love being pushed around.”
With a last grunt, he buried himself to the hilt and came, Anakin’s name on his lip like a prayer. Anakin swallowed, throat bobbing a couple of times. While recovering his breath, Obi-Wan pulled back, his softening cock slipping from Anakin’s sinful lips. “Now, Anakin, don’t forget I gave you a task.”
With a weak nod and a bowed head, Anakin grabbed his leaking cock and began caressing it. Little moans and gasps left his lips as his eager hips thrust into his own fist. The sight made Obi-Wan’s own cock twitch. “Master, please!” He begged, Obi-Wan’s hand still on his braid. His own grabbed Obi-Wan's wrist and tugged, the message clear.
“You like this?” Obi-Wan whispered, yanking on the braid with cruel glee. “Are you going to come from your master playing with your braid?”
Anakin’s answer did not come in words. He choked on his own spit as his hips thrust hard against his hand and he came, cock pulsing, thick spurts of come painting his flat chest.
Silence fell around them, Anakin’s whole body relaxing as he recovered his breath. Obi-Wan’s hand left his braid and Anakin looked up. “Good boy. I’m gonna take care of you know, darling.” He said, sitting down next to Anakin and gathering him up on his lap.
Concentrating on the Force, he simultaneously summoned a glass of water from the kitchen while blanketing Anakin with his own presence and warmth. As he made sure his padawan drank it all, he praised him, caressing his hair and back gently and kissing the top of his head.
“What do you say we move to my room and take a short nap?” He proposed. Anakin nodded against his neck, glass held loosely on his hand. “And then we can eat some dinner and give those cuffs of yours a try.”
“You knew about the cuffs?” Embarrassment filled the Force and Obi-Wan shushed Anakin, sending reassurement back.
“No need to be embarrassed, love. I have a matching set.”