Sometimes Obi-Wan wonders who's really the Padawan and who's really the master, because he could swear that Anakin has done this before. Though when, he can't really be sure, since he's been trained as a Jedi from a very young age.
Obi-Wan found himself slammed against the wall, body pressed tightly against Anakin's as the younger man leaned into him. Smirking, always smirking. Letting his head fall back, Obi-Wan moaned as he felt Anakin's lips ghost against his jaw-bone; suck at the hollow of his throat.
And oh, oh, Anakin's hands gripped his waist and pulled his hips into Obi-Wan's, with just the amount of friction that he knew would drive his master wild.
"Anakin, come on..." he cried out, arms clutching the other man. Obi-Wan watched him, as Anakin grinned and thrust, bringing his hand down and pressing it into Obi-Wan's crotch. He bucked and gasped, pushing into Anakin further.
The teasing smile that played on Anakin's lips was too much, as he brought his lips close enough to whisper a short, teasing "Patience, master" into Obi-Wan's ear.
"You cocky little...oh, oh..." he finished with a whisper, because Anakin's hand had returned to doing things that Obi-Wan couldn't even imagine how he learned to do so well.