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“What… what is that?”
Anakin paused with his trousers half-way down his thighs and looked between his legs. He glanced back up at Obi-Wan and broke out into a huge grin. “That’s my cock, Obi-Wan.” Shedding the rest of his clothes, he jumped on to the bed and knelt next to Obi-Wan. “It’s only been a month; have you already forgotten what it looks like?”
Obi-Wan resisted the urge to shove Anakin off of the bed and instead grabbed Anakin’s hips, angling him so he could get a better look at his cock as it bobbed between his legs. There, right at the base of the head of his cock were two silver balls that glittered in the light of the lamp.
“Is that a piercing?” Obi-Wan asked, eyes locked on to the equally infuriating and arousing image in front of him.
Anakin’s little chuckle brought Obi-Wan’s attention back on to him, and he teased his tongue between his teeth as he wiggled his hips a little. “You like?”
“Why did you pierce your cock?”
Anakin shrugged, his smile dropping slightly. “I dunno - I thought it’d look nice.”
“But you pierced your cock.”
“I know.”
“If you wanted to have your delayed rebellious phase, why not go out and pierce your tongue or eyebrow?”
“I mean, now that you mention it, a tongue piercing—”
“Anakin.”
When Obi-Wan had been sent away on a mission that required his absence from Coruscant for almost a month, the most he expected to come back to was perhaps Anakin’s hair being a little longer, or his room having been half-burned down from some electrical fire caused by ill-planned droid experimentation, or maybe even Anakin and Ahsoka being in jail after doing something terribly foolish.
What he hadn’t expected was to come back to his former Padawan’s cock having been pierced.
Anakin relaxed back down on the bed and peered at Obi-Wan through his thick lashes. A blush had spread across his cheeks, pink and delightful, and when he spoke again his voice was lower, the sound of it settling in Obi-Wan’s belly like a fire. “I picked this piercing because I heard it makes your partner feel good. It catches, you see… on your rim, as I’m moving my cock in and out of you…”
Obi-Wan swallowed and looked back down. One of the balls was coated in Anakin’s precome, shimmering and tempting. Anakin’s cock twitched slightly at Obi-Wan’s attention, and Obi-Wan swallowed again.
“Is it healed?” he asked. He ignored the return of Anakin’s grin.
“Mostly. Still aches a little if I play with it too much, but I’ve been applying bacta gel regularly and it looks and feels healed.”
“And if you fuck me, it won’t hurt you?”
Anakin slid on to Obi-Wan’s lap and settled. Broad hands fanned along Obi-Wan’s chest and then up, Anakin cupping the back of his head and tilting Obi-Wan slightly so he was forced to look up at him. He smiled then, soft and sweet. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Obi-Wan, but I can assure you that you won’t hurt me.”
A sigh slipped past Obi-Wan’s lips, and he swept Anakin up in a deep kiss. His laughter tasted like candy across Obi-Wan’s lips and tongue, the sound of it like the pop of bubbles in a fizzy drink. Wrapping his arms around him, he tossed Anakin down onto the bed, rolling with him so that they didn’t have to part for a second. He swallowed up Anakin’s breath, desperate to just be with Anakin in all the ways he could after being without for so long.
Reaching down between them, Obi-Wan began to jerk Anakin off, his grip firm and steady as he played with his balls before sliding his hand up his length, landing at the piercings. His ministrations stuttered then, the sensation of coming across something warm and smooth and clearly synthetic still a surprise though Obi-Wan had expected it. Before Anakin had just been him - no fussing, no trappings, no extras. But now there was something else on him not made of matter or flesh, but of something else.
Something else that Obi-Wan was keen to feel inside.
Anakin moaned into Obi-Wan’s mouth as he continued to play with his cock-head and the piercing just below. Pulling away so that he could listen to Anakin in full, Obi-Wan marvelled down at him, soaking in his expressions from the furrow of his brow to the parting of his kiss-bruised lips, the flush to his cheeks and the curls that clung to his sweaty brow and the sides of his neck. Bracing himself on his elbow he continued to stroke Anakin’s cock, eyes falling further downward to watch as he covered the head with his palm before sliding back down, revealing the piercings once more.
“They look good, right?” Anakin asked, another whimper slipping past when Obi-Wan pressed his thumb into the slit of his cock, dragging out more precome.
“I think so,” Obi-Wan mumbled. “Though this is your cock we’re admiring. You could dress it up with a little hat and a suit and I’d still think it looked good.”
Anakin’s laughter was cut short when Obi-Wan began playing with the piercings again, pushing into the balls with the pad of his thumb before wrapping his hand around his length and stroking him again, rubbing against the silver jewellery on the up and down-swing.
“If you let me fuck you on your knees, I can probably slide the piercing along your prostate…”
The suggestion itself was lewd, but coming from Anakin’s lips it sounded almost innocent. He glanced back up at Anakin and noted the sudden hesitation in his eyes - as if he thought Obi-Wan would baulk at the idea of having extra prostate stimulation.
“If I let you fuck me on my knees,” he repeated idly. Pursing his lips he pretended to mull it over before he smiled at Anakin. “I suppose we could do that…”
Anakin grinned and sat up, batting Obi-Wan’s hand away as he went to rummage in the side table. He pulled out a bottle of lube and turned back to Obi-Wan with a glint in his eyes. “Assume the position, soldier.”
In what Obi-Wan thought was a remarkable feat of self-control, he only gently batted Anakin’s arm before he did as instructed, his eye-rolls contained to a minimum. Bracing his hands on the bed, Obi-Wan spread his legs and hissed when a dollop of lube was slid down his crack. Immediately Anakin was parting his cheeks, hands firm as he spread him open and started rubbing the lube against his hole. It had been some time since he’d had anything penetrate him, his interest in anal only really extending to when he was with Anakin. Alone it just didn’t feel quite as good - not as fulfilling as when it was Anakin behind him, his hands on him, tongue and cock in him, attention focused entirely on Obi-Wan’s most intimate of spaces.
He groaned when Anakin slipped one of his mechno-fingers inside, the cool sensation of the metal reminding him of what he was about to enjoy very shortly. Relaxing best he could, he ducked his head and watched as his cock swayed between his legs while Anakin’s thighs framed his own. It was probably indecent of him to enjoy the image so much, and yet he bit back the sudden swell of shame and instead enjoyed the vision before him.
Eventually Anakin added a second and then a third, his flesh hand rubbing soothing circles along Obi-Wan’s low back, touch steady despite the flicker of impatience felt in their bond. Sighing again, Obi-Wan relaxed as much as he could and pushed back, assuring Anakin with touch alone that he was ready.
“Go slow,” Obi-Wan instructed over his shoulder as Anakin slicked himself up. “I want to feel all of it as it goes in.”
“Right, okay,” Anakin said, already breathless.
Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip when he felt the head of Anakin’s cock press against his entrance, and he lowered his upper half down onto his forearms, forehead pressed against the mattress as Anakin very slowly breached the tight ring of muscles. As soon as the unfamiliar drag of the piercing slid across his rim, Obi-Wan’s toes curled and his cock throbbed, a stream of precome sliding out the tip to stain the mattress.
“Pull out again and then push back in - just a little. Just fuck me with the tip for a bit,” Obi-Wan panted out.
“Yes, Master…”
He let out an uncharacteristic whimper as Anakin started doing as he asked, moving in and out in maddeningly shallow thrusts. The head of Anakin’s cock breached his rim again and again, the roll of the beaded piercing sliding along it, catching and dragging, before Anakin pulled out just enough to repeat the process. The piercing felt both foreign and familiar like when Anakin played with his rim, the tip of his tongue sliding along the tight ring of muscle, or the pad of his thumb catching on it just a little, pulling him open just enough where Obi-Wan felt both exposed and protected.
Rolling back slightly, Obi-Wan sought more of the sensation, groaning as Anakin’s grip tightened on his hips, strong enough to bruise, sturdy enough to keep Obi-Wan in place. Despite the desperate little grunts Anakin was making up above he made no move to continue, restraining himself as he just fucked Obi-Wan with the tip of his cock, making sure that he could feel the stretch and drag of the piercing. Obi-Wan’s own cock hung neglected between his legs, and he reached down to play with it, sighing as the sensation of being filled collided with the base feeling of having his cock fondled.
“More,” he eventually ordered, his breath sticking against the bedding.
Anakin pushed all the way inside in one swift motion. Pleasure and the satisfying ache of being fucked into flooded through Obi-Wan, and he let out another deep groan as Anakin’s hips pressed flush against his ass. Anakin was warm and steady behind him, his grip just as strong along his waist, his breath hot against Obi-Wan’s neck as he draped himself over. Reaching up with his free hand, Obi-Wan grabbed the scruff of Anakin’s neck, fingers tangling in his curls, grip tightening as he rocked back to sink Anakin in as deep as he could go.
“Do you feel your piercing more acutely?” Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin groaned and nipped Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “This a scientific experiment now? You want me to fill out a-a form?”
“Now that’s an idea.”
Anakin groaned again and bit Obi-Wan this time, before he started grinding his hips against Obi-Wan, shoving his cock in and sliding it against the messes of his insides. Obi-Wan whimpered and let go of Anakin’s curls, his hand falling down to grip the bedding as Anakin began fucking him. He started with a brutal and fast pace right away, Obi-Wan somewhat admiring his youthful vigour but also knowing that Anakin would later complain for hours later about how tired he was.
But Obi-Wan didn’t care - not when he was repeatedly getting fucked by a boy with youthful vigour to spare.
Grunting as Anakin changed his position slightly, Obi-Wan let out a wet gasp as his prostate was hit. Again and again Anakin struck him, pleasure beyond compare flickering and sliding along every nerve in his body, wiping away all thoughts as he was eagerly fucked. A month apart had broken something in the pair of them, Obi-Wan’s patience giving way to his desires while Anakin’s desperation had become more potent.
Obi-Wan wasn’t really sure if he could honestly feel the piercing against his prostate, but it didn’t really matter. Getting his centre pounded into by a boy he cherished more than his own life felt good regardless of piercings or extra trappings, and just the knowledge that the piercing was there, both mutilating and beautifying Anakin’s body, was enough to send Obi-Wan over the edge.
A piercing done for him.
Just for him.
He came with a strangled shout, his body rocking back as he fucked himself on Anakin’s length, his hand stroking his own cock with abandon as his orgasm shuddered through his body. He let out another groan when he felt Anakin release, hot come filling him up as Anakin bit his shoulder and nuzzled the back of his neck, desperate moans painting Obi-Wan’s skin.
When they were done Obi-Wan collapsed onto the bed, grunting as he was pressed down further right into the wet spot. Sighing, he closed his eyes and rested his cheek on the blankets, smiling when Anakin wrapped his arms around him and held him close.
“So… was the pain of the piercing worth it?” Obi-Wan asked.
He could feel Anakin’s eye-roll. “Save the questions for your form.”