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Obi-Wan swiped his hand across the fogged mirror in the bathroom and then ran a considerate hand over his own face. The hair there had grown considerably, and as he reached for a pair of scissors to trim the longest parts, he thought about many things.
Sniiiip. The two punctures on the underside of his jaw that he would need to be careful not to nick while shaving. Sniiiip. The high collared sweater that he would have to wear when he traveled to work in the morning. Snip-snip-snip. The man waiting for him in the next room.
As Obi-Wan cut more and more, watching his facial hair fall into the sink, the natural contours of his face became more apparent. When the longest bits were shorn off, Obi-Wan rubbed a foaming cream over his jaw and chin, rinsed the excess from his hands, and picked up a straight razor to set about shaving it clean.
His thoughts drifted as he did so, and he found the delicate routine of running the blade across his jawline rather relaxing. With each clean stroke of skin he revealed, he felt like he was shirking off a year until the face before him resembled the young man he’d been when he’d first come here. Twenty five and fresh faced, naive and trusting, with no clue about the things that lurked in the night in pretty, almost-human packages.
Obi-Wan rinsed his razor under the running tap, clinking it loudly against the rim of the sink to rid the hair from the blade. As he swiped the razor underneath his chin this time, his eyes drifted in the mirror to meet his own gaze.
The momentary distraction is enough to cut himself.
With a hiss, Obi-Wan moved the blade away from his neck and watched as a small red notch started to expand on the underside of his chin. Obi-Wan cursed at the stinging sensation of the fresh cut, cursing his own lack of attention.
He set aside the razor to wet a small towel and hold it against the cut. He dabbed at it carefully until only a drooling reddish residue was left with a small bit of skin that had been nicked.
“Lovely…” he said to himself in the mirror.
This was far from the first time that Obi-Wan had been shaving and even though nine times out of ten he could get it done without cutting himself, his mind just hadn’t been fully there. The key to shaving was to take your time, don’t go too slowly, never tug or apply pressure, and for god’s sake pay attention to what you were doing. Obi-Wan had dropped the ball on the latter rule.
With a sigh, Obi-Wan dabbed at the nick until no more blood ran from it and finished his shave with a more skilled hand than before. After, he ran a hand over his face and breathed out a small sigh of approval when he felt the smooth skin. Forty two going on twenty five, right?
Obi-Wan applied a post shave moisturizer to his face and used a body lotion to do the same for his body. His hands ran over every inch of his legs, arms, stomach, and buttocks until all of his skin was properly hydrated. The lotion smelled good, masculine but delicate. The smell relaxed him and he wondered not for the first time whether Anakin had a fragrantican who picked this stuff out for him or whether he just had good taste and a discerning nose after all these years.
Obi-Wan wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom in a cloud of post-shower steam and heat. The difference in temperature between the en suite bathroom and the rest of the bed chamber made Obi-Wan’s nipples start to plump and also left a refreshing feeling over his face. Obi-Wan’s long hair curled over the tops of his ears and dripped down his back, soaking into the towel at his waist.
Obi-Wan loved the feeling of being fresh from a shower, and having a silky and clean shaven face made him feel uniquely manicured. An extra layer of nakedness.
Anakin was laying elegantly across the bed, watching Obi-Wan across the room with a lust-filled expression on his face. Obi-Wan huffed in acknowledgement at him and tried not to be bashful about the fact that Anakin was fully clothed, dressed lazily in fashionable attire like he didn’t have to think about it, while Obi-Wan was clad only in a towel that suddenly felt too small.
—Come to me.
The words were not spoken audibly. Anakin’s voice penetrated his mind as an intimate command, whispering right into his thoughts like he lived there.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes as the command wracked over his thoughts, and when he blinked them open, Anakin was exactly where he was before. Laying there, smiling at him.
Obi-Wan swallowed thickly and walked further into the room, holding onto his towel like it was the only thing keeping him modest. Anakin shifted on the bed as he approached, unfurling himself like a panther and coming to sit on the edge with his legs open. Leaving a place for Obi-Wan to stand.
Obi-Wan knew that resisting Anakin only meant Obi-Wan would forsake the ‘how’ and ‘when’ he obeyed his commands and not the ‘if’ - and so he carried on walking towards the bed until he stopped just out of arm’s reach. Anakin was tall enough even while sitting that Obi-Wan did not have to crane his neck downwards very much at all to meet his eyes.
Anakin smiled at him with affection and looked the same age he had when he had first found him fifteen years ago. Things like that used to make Obi-Wan feel uncomfortable but not anymore. Anakin’s smile widened until the twin fangs nestled in his otherwise perfectly human teeth were visible. Obi-Wan felt a twirl of excitement in his belly as he stared at them, knowing what they felt like inside of him.
Anakin’s eyes seemed to glow with a preternatural light, the blue depths hinting just how easy it would be for Obi-Wan to drown in them.
Obi-Wan whispered a greeting in his gravelly voice, “Hello there, Anakin,” so that Anakin would say something instead of stare at him in creeping silence. It was hard to know what Anakin was thinking, and the Mona Lisa smile across his lips was impossible to decipher. Obi-Wan wondered if he liked his face being shaved or not.
Anakin’s hands reached forward to Obi-Wan’s hips in front of him, grabbing onto them with an appraising squeeze. Obi-Wan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and another one quickly hitched in his throat as Anakin’s hands snuck to the sides of the towel. Embarrassed, Obi-Wan did not immediately remove his hands from holding the towel up. But Anakin did not waver from his original intent and stared up at Obi-Wan with eternally patient eyes until Obi-Wan surrendered.
Removing his hands from the towel, Obi-Wan let Anakin pull it from his hips and drop onto the floor, damp around his ankles. The obstacle in the way had been removed, and Anakin stared with open appreciation at Obi-Wan’s body; the velvety texture of his skin.
Obi-Wan looked away to the left so that he did not have to watch as Anakin’s eyes feasted on him and the blonde hair curling between his legs, covering up the slit there. Anakin did not seem to mind in the slightest and ran his hands up and down Obi-Wan's sides from hips to waist back down to his thick thighs. Anakin wrapped his hands around the thickest part of them and used his thumbs to part his thighs so that he could gaze unobstructed at the sweet pussy between Obi-Wan’s legs.
Obi-Wan felt Anakin's exhales between his legs and consigned himself to having a mouth on it - but it never came. Obi-Wan looked back down his body and stopped dead when he saw Anakin’s eyes alight on him. More accurately on his neck. Anakin's head was cocked to the side and he looked at Obi-Wan with an alien expression, like his human mask was slipping. All of the playfulness from his earlier smile had dropped from his face. Something had stopped him.
“What’s wrong?” Obi-Wan asked.
“You’re bleeding.”
Obi-Wan blinked as he remembered the small cut from shaving. He frowned and brought a hand up to his neck, feeling for the stinging cut and drawing his fingers back to inspect. Blood. Not much and watered down but enough that Anakin could smell it.
“I nicked myself in the shower,” Obi-Wan said by way of explanation.
With nowhere to clean his fingers, Obi-Wan considered wiping them against his thigh, but Anakin stopped his hand on its descent and stared darkly up at him from where he kneeled. Obi-Wan watched Anakin's eyes dance along the slope of his neck, and Obi-Wan could tell just from his look that a small line of blood must have been creeping down the length of it. Anakin stared at blood like nothing else in the world.
Anakin brought Obi-Wan’s fingers to his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tips of them. Obi-Wan exhaled from the eroticism of the sensation and felt a pulse between his legs as he watched Anakin sup on his fingertips like they carried ambrosia rather than blood.
“You have to be more careful, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said.
Obi-Wan nodded.
Anakin slid off of the bed and sank down into a kneeling position before Obi-Wan. Without taking his eyes off his neck, Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan’s legs and hugged him close so that Obi-Wan's pussy stood directly in front of his face. Anakin slid his hands up the back of Obi-Wan's knees and then between his thighs, prying them apart so that Obi-Wan stood wide enough to show off the hidden lips of his cunt.
Anakin gently leaned forward and kissed his cunt for the first time that night, and Obi-Wan would have fallen over if not for the strong hands on him. The feeling of Anakin’s mouth on him was exquisite in every way. Obi-Wan moaned as Anakin placed more probing kisses against his lips, kissing his pussy like it was his mouth.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered like it was a prayer.
Anakin’s eyes drifted upwards from his neck, meeting his eyes before closing them and setting about eating his cunt.
Obi-Wan moaned as Anakin’s fingers pried him apart so expose his inner labia where he placed more lingering kisses. Anakin’s lips moved right against Obi-Wan’s swollen clit and even just the gentle kissing was bringing him tremendous pleasure.
Anakin uses his broad tongue to lick across the upper half of his labia, bathing Obi-Wan in his saliva, and Obi-Wan could feel his thigh muscles twitching. Anakin tongued his slit over and over, swiping it in long strokes from bottom to top and then flicking it in quick motions against his clitoral hood.
Obi-Wan brought his hands to Anakin’s strong shoulders and held onto them so he wouldn’t collapse.
Obi-Wan’s cunt cannot withstand all the attention and it became slick with his own juices and Anakin’s spit. Only when it was dripping did Anakin wrap his lips around his clit and suckle on it hard. His wet mouth slurped around Obi-Wan’s engorged clit, his beautiful cock. Obi-Wan’s hands moved to Anakin’s hair, pulling on it until it became a mess.
Anakin removed his mouth to stare up at Obi-Wan, and words poured into Obi-Wan’s mind like wine from a decanter.
—Give me another taste.
Obi-Wan felt a fissure of trepidation at his words but he obediently raised his hand to his neck and brought the light bleeding on his fingertips down to Anakin’s waiting mouth.
Rather than lick directly from them, Anakin pushed Obi-Wan’s fingers onto his clit, watching Obi-Wan rub the lifeblood onto his own cunt. Anakin nosed Obi-Wan's hand to the side and licked the essence straight from his folds until it was gone.
Obi-Wan found the sight of Anakin steadfastly eating his cunt intensely erotic, and his head dropped back from his shoulders as he moaned into the room. His chest heaved from the pleasure. Obi-Wan let his mind float away into a pleasurable space where all that mattered was the mouth between his legs. On his cunt.
Anakin licked at him until Obi-Wan’s thighs started quivering. Anakin’s eyes looked back up to his neck and he had a staring match with the blood drooling down his skin as he ate his cunt. They stayed like that for a minute, five minutes, maybe ten - it felt like hours as Obi-Wan’s body urgently pressed on towards his orgasm. Time did not have any importance here.
Anakin turned his head into Obi-Wan’s thigh and bit it until twin puncture marks appeared on his soft skin. The pain made Obi-Wan moan and buck in Anakin’s hold. Anakin held him still in his arms and ran his tongue over his skin, encouraging the blood to flow to the area and stain his skin in slow rivulets.
As Anakin licked over his skin, cleaning away the initial blood, Obi-Wan panted into the air. Though his pussy was no longer being eaten, this felt even more pleasurable. Anakin targeted the punctures with his tongue, flicking his tongue over it again and again before sucking on it and drawing out what he could.
Anakin suckled hard enough at the punctures that eventually he was able to pool a small collection of blood on his tongue, which he pulled back to show Obi-Wan, opening his mouth so that he could see.
Obi-Wan’s breathing was labored, becoming more than just a delicate panting, and sensing the change, Anakin lifted his tongue until it touched Obi-Wan’s cunt and messily mouthed against it so that it covered his sweet glistening folds.
Obi-Wan gasped at the sight of blood on his cunt, never finding it erotic until Anakin did these sinful things to him. It was oddly arousing. Anakin ravished the blood directly from his cunt lips until Obi-Wan was holding on by a thread.
Anakin ran the tip of one of his fangs over the chubby lips of Obi-Wan's pussy and Obi-Wan is gone. Cumming hard as Anakin shifts his tongue to catch the squirting release from his entrance.
Obi-Wan nearly groaned himself hoarse from the pleasure. His pussy throbs onto Anakin’s mouth, and he wishes, he wishes, god he wishes–
Anakin’s mouth is gone as he kisses his way up his body, leaving wet kiss marks in his wake. He rose up on his knees, letting go of his legs so that he could lay gentle kisses on his lower abdomen, up his stomach, and between his chest. Obi-Wan had an awful feeling that Anakin was doing this only to tease him and he was proven right when he forgoes kissing his hardened nipples even knowing how sensitive they were.
Obi-Wan leans forward to mash his nipples against Anakin’s broad chest, and they drag against his clothing in a delightful way, making him moan in appreciation. Anakin chuckled against his neck where his lips were. His tongue brushed out against the line of blood on his neck, cleaning what he had been staring at so hungrily before.
Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan and held him close as Obi-Wan struggled not to work Anakin’s thigh between his legs so that he could rut his pussy against it. When he moved to try, Anakin chuckled against his neck again and pulled back to look at Obi-Wan’s face.
—Insatiable.
The word clanged around his head before settling in and absorbing into rational thought.
Anakin pushed Obi-Wan so that he was now sitting on the edge of the bed in his place and then used a heavy hand to push him to lay gently back against the bed. Anakin spreaded Obi-Wan’s legs with his hands so that he could stand in between them. He paused, taking in the sight with lust-filled eyes.
—I want to consume you…
Obi-Wan bit his lip and nodded his head at him, granting him permission to do just that if he wanted. He would do anything Anakin wanted, just to put his mouth back on his body.
Anakin drew back from Obi-Wan and swiftly removed the dark shirt from his torso, stepping out of his pants as well. Obi-Wan gazed openly as Anakin revealed the body he had lusted after for so many years, all the smooth, defined muscles and absence of any scars. Anakin looked as handsome as he did when they first met and he always would, no matter how Obi-Wan aged.
“You’re thinking so loud I can almost hear your thoughts,” Anakin said with his real voice.
He leaned over Obi-Wan’s body, kissing up his abdomen again before sucking one of Obi-Wan’s fattened nipples into his mouth. Obi-Wan writhed underneath him as his sensitive nipple is covered in wet warmth, and he gasped as Anakin grazed his teeth lightly over the nipple, playing with the idea of biting down on it but not actually piercing the skin.
Anakin put his hands around Obi-Wan’s waist, and it made him feel small even though at over forty years old and less spry than he was fifteen years ago, he was decidedly not small. Anakin worshipped at his tits for long minutes until Obi-Wan grinds up in the air, desperate for something to rub against.
Obi-Wan felt the wetness between his legs, and he knew that Anakin could smell his thick arousal in the air, having remarked in the past how his sense of smell exceeded that of a human being.
Obi-Wan used to be embarrassed about just how many more ways that Anakin was able to appreciate him than he could in reverse but the embarrassment gradually morphed into a dark satisfaction. That Anakin knew Obi-Wan’s body more than any other man could.
Anakin moved his hands down to his knees and parted his legs wider so that he could stare lustfully down at his exposed and glistening cunt. He licked his lips, and Obi-Wan wondered if he might want to taste it again when Anakin uttered darkly, “All mine. Until your last day. Mine.”
Obi-Wan was glad to be laying down because the simple possessive words made him feel weak enough that he would have lost his footing had he been standing. Anakin knew very well that Obi-Wan belonged to him and had for a long time.
Though Obi-Wan parted with him so that Obi-Wan could carry on the functions of his human life, he came back time and time again like a woodland animal to his predator. Addicted to encountering the one that would eventually kill him.
Obi-Wan ran his hands down his body, running them over his inner thighs and over the bite he had received. The throbbing sensation was still present. It felt like ecstasy to run his fingers against the bite, ignoring his pussy in favor of it.
Obi-Wan whimpered as Anakin watched him with a hungry expression and eventually dipped his head back down between his thighs. His hands wrapped around his waist and held him down as his mouth went lowered down to his cunt.
Obi-Wan threw his head back against the bed in the throes of passion as Anakin placed his full lips against his clit and sucked on it. If it were up to Obi-Wan, he would live the rest of his days with Anakin’s mouth between his legs, licking and sucking and biting him until he lost his mind.
Anakin sucks on his hard clit until it engorges with blood and lengthens across his tongue. His hands squeeze around Obi-Wan’s soft flesh as he holds him down and teases his pussy until it is flushed. One of his hands reached down underneath his chin and pushed two questing fingers against his wet entrance.
Obi-Wan barely had time to breathe before Anakin was firmly pushing them deep inside of him. Obi-Wan gasped at the sudden intrusion and bucked up into Anakin’s mouth, sucking harder and stronger on his clit.
Anakin sank his fingers without pause and then started thrusting them inside at a steady pace. The perfect sensation of having his clit sucked on while Anakin’s long fingers thrusted inside of him had Obi-Wan’s orgasm approaching quickly, and he was just about ready to fall over the edge when Anakin pulled his mouth away and slipped his fingers from his hole.
Obi-Wan nearly cried from the cruel treatment, and he got his elbows under him to sit up and chase after the touch when Anakin moved with supernatural speed to pin his arms above his head again. Anakin was feeling on edge too.
Anakin sank his body on top of him, his hard chest pressing him into the soft bed. His erection felt hot and thick against Obi-Wan’s thigh, and he closed his eyes as he thought sensually about the fact that it was his blood filling it up from Anakin’s feedings.
Anakin was going to fuck him with the blood-engorged cock that he had earlier swallowed from him.
Obi-Wan stretched forward under Anakin’s hold in a feeble attempt to kiss his lips, and Anakin allowed the affectionate gesture, pressing their lips together in a sensual meeting. Obi-Wan feels his vision go blurry as the kiss washes over his senses.
Anakin smirked into the kiss, knowing full well how Obi-Wan loved it, and he pushed himself onto his hands so that he was kneeling above Obi-Wan between his legs. He wrapped his hands gently around Obi-Wan’s chin and tilted his face down so that he could look at the hard cock hovering above his pussy.
“Mmmm,” Obi-Wan moaned and he pumped his hips forward so that his cunt lips kissed the bottom of Anakin’s shaft. They both moaned at the touch.
Anakin forcefully pushed Obi-Wan’s hip back down onto the bed, saying without any words that he was to be patient. Obi-Wan could not be, and he moved a hand to his chest to rub along the hard length of one of his nipples while the other snaked between his legs to reach for his aching clit. If Anakin wouldn’t touch him, then he would do it himself.
Anakin’s hand grabbed Obi-Wan’ wrist before it could reach its intended destination, squeezing lightly in warning.
“I told you already that your cunt is all mine,” Anakin said.
His voice is steady and yet Obi-Wan feels a dark passenger enter his mind, reminding him that Anakin allowed him freedom of movement only out of good will. If he wanted to, Anakin could hypnotize him with mental commands and force him to do as he wished. He didn’t want to do that though, he’d told Obi-Wan time and time again. He wanted Obi-Wan to freely give himself over and over.
Like the prospect of Obi-Wan pleasuring himself had spurred Anakin into action, Obi-Wan gasped as Anakin hiked Obi-Wan’s legs around his strong waist and laid down on top of him so that his hard cock pushed right up against his wet center.
Obi-Wan hugged Anakin around the neck as the promise of penetration made his body prickle in excitement. Obi-Wan’s instinct was to grab onto anything he could to draw Anakin in for pleasure, and Anakin pressed his face into his neck as he positioned himself at Obi-Wan’s pretty pussy slit.
Anakin guided his cock into the warm grasp of Obi-Wan’s pussy, moving his hands from Obi-Wan’s arms down to his thighs, dragging his legs further around him so that he could slide inside deeper. Obi-Wan feels utterly helpless underneath him as Anakin slides in and in and in.
Obi-Wan grunted unintelligibly as his eyes fluttered from the sensation of being penetrated by his own blood again. When Anakin settled inside of him at almost but not quite his full length, he began a deep, primal thrust inside of him, pulling out just to pummel back in.
Obi-Wan let out a satisfied sigh and smiled as his throbbing pussy was filled by the man - the monster - who had made a home in him. Just as Anakin had nestled his way into Obi-Wan’s soul, his cock thrusted into his cunt and carved a place for itself. Obi-Wan bit his lips, still smiling, as he met Anakin’s thrusts, shoving his pussy into him and squeezing down his muscles around him.
This was heaven on earth, and Obi-Wan gasped as Anakin’s teeth broke the skin on his neck again.
“I love you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered in complete devotion as his blood flooded into the man’s mouth.
The sensations blended together in his mind, combining and amplifying to a fevered pleasure. Obi-Wan’s nails dragged down Anakin’s back as the man sucked hard on the neck. Obi-Wan groaned at the pleasure of feeling his fangs against his flesh, loving it beyond words.
Anakin never faltered in his steady fucking rhythm, thrusting every inch of his cock forward into Obi-Wan’s wet pussy like he might still breed it. Obi-Wan had never asked before but in all the years that they had been having sex, they had never used protection even though Anakin's supernatural body still produced loads.
Sometimes in Obi-Wan’s dreams, he pictured a hybrid child made of Anakin and Obi-Wan in equal parts. Immortal like his sire but with a beating heart like him. Insanely, as Anakin sucked on his neck, Obi-Wan pictured being devoured by two sets of fangs.
Obi-Wan began to convulse underneath Anakin’s body weight as his mind took him to new pleasurable heights of sin. Anakin moved his mouth from his neck and began pressing warm kisses all over Obi-Wan’s smooth jaw. His lips captured Obi-Wan’s in a sensual kiss, and Obi-Wan almost came when he felt teeth against his soft lips.
—Your thoughts are not secret to me, came Anakin’s voice.
Obi-Wan felt a brief and short wave of panic that Anakin might have known what Obi-Wan was thinking, how filthy the depths of his desire truly went. Anakin chuckled and Obi-Wan knew that it was true.
Anakin lowered his mouth and began kissing and licking at the punctures on Obi-Wan’s neck. Just as he had earlier, he sharply and quickly forced his fangs in again in a new spot. Obi-Wan moaned loudly, his body jerking as Anakin fed on him again.
Anakin groaned into his flesh as he drank and began thrusting faster inside Obi-Wan’s pussy. The endorphins from having his neck so mercilessly bitten again and again brought Obi-Wan closer to his own orgasm, which he knew would be devastating.
The pain in his neck blended with the throbbing pleasure in his cunt, and Obi-Wan’s muscles started to tense as his body readied itself for orgasm. He felt the blood being drawn to him in rhythmic sucks. Obi-Wan let himself submit to the complete mercy of the sensations Anakin was gifting him, and when Anakin finally leaned up and kissed him with his bloodied lips, Obi-Wan came.
With a loud whine that ends in a scream, Obi-Wan came hard around the undead cock inside of him. His soul would be damned but Obi-Wan does not care as he pushed his neck against Anakin’s fangs and broke his skin even more.
If Obi-Wan was like a small creature hypnotized by a predator, then he would offer himself up on a platter for pleasure, for death, for everything.
Anakin growled into his flesh and sucked hard as he thrusted wildly in him. The strength of his thrusts grew into merciless pounding, and each of them squeezed out a small whimper from Obi-Wan’s throat as he came around his cock.
Anakin wrapped his hands around Obi-Wan’s body, sliding one underneath his head to bring it up as he took a final, extended swallow from his neck. Then he came inside of Obi-Wan, shooting into him as he drew back and groaned into the room with a bloodied maw.
Anakin’s hips stayed flushed against Obi-Wan’s center as he released inside of him. Obi-Wan held onto his broad back and shivered against him as they orgasmed together. Human and vampyr.
Obi-Wan came harder again, harder than he ever had with human lovers, as the predatory pulls on his neck caused his body to shiver. Anakin had drinken more than his fill for the night, and Obi-Wan knew even before his orgasm was over that he was going to sleep like the dead.
Anakin fell onto his body, limp and panting, but still strong. He drew his face away from his neck so that he could kiss Obi-Wan’s smooth jaw. He rolled their entwined limbs over so that Obi-Wan was now lying on top of him, face against Anakin's chest as his erect cock stayed hard inside of him. It wasn’t uncommon for Anakin to stay hard for hours after a feeding, and there had been so much blood exchanged that Obi-Wan expected he would wake up to Anakin still hard inside of him.
Anakin pulled the soft duvet over their bodies, not needing it for himself but knowing that Obi-Wan grew cold during the night. Obi-Wan murmured something that sounded like a thanks and nuzzled into Anakin’s chest, breathing lightly into his neck.
For a few long moments, there was nothing but silence between them, and Obi-Wan was about to fade into the warm hug of sleep when Anakin pressed a kiss onto his head.
“I’ll wake you up before dawn,” Anakin told him quietly, running a soothing hand across Obi-Wan’s back.
Obi-Wan nodded and nuzzled into him, breathing in the scent of them together.
“And I like the new look. But be more careful when you shave. Your blood is too precious to waste.”
Obi-Wan smiled lightly into his chest and fell asleep.