"Do you know what your children are up to?" Obi-Wan asked without preamble as he walked into Anakin's workroom being careful to step over the random piles of spare parts that he could never convince Anakin to put away. The sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a golden light and glinting of the ever-present metal.
Anakin didn't look up from where he was fiddling with some loose wires of a part that probably went in their speeder. "World domination?" he answered setting one tool down and reaching for another that was lined up to his right.
Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan took care not to disturb anything as he leaned closer to watch Anakin work with fine precision. "Not such as yet, but I shouldn't be surprised to find it was on their to-do list," Obi-Wan made himself sound cross, though in actuality he was really quite amused by the children's antics this time. He'd been right when he thought their lives would never be boring.
"So what are the little urchins up to this time?" Anakin asked, leaving his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he worked on a rather tricky tie-up, a quirk that Obi-Wan fell in love with every time he saw it.
They'd all changed in the past eight years, but none more then Anakin. He'd finished all his growing, and was now a tall man with broad shoulders who was still just a bit underweight. His hair, more golden then plain brown, was kept it longer then he used to, and the scar over his eye had faded to a quiet line of silver. The only aspect of him that hadn't changed were his eyes and how they sparkled every time they looked upon someone he loved, and that list had grown to include two more: Luke and Leia.
Obi-Wan could remember the day that Padme had delivered the twins, no one had been more surprised then she was, but no one had been happier then Anakin. There had been small complications with Leia's delivery, but with the help of the Solo's medical droids, Padme was fine, even if she wouldn't be able to have any more children. The first time Obi-Wan had held the babies, tears had dripped on their tiny faces as he wondered how the Council could forbid something so wonderful.
An arm wrapping around his waist pulled him back to the present just as Anakin was pulling him closer, leaning over and resting his head on the soft material of Obi-Wan's shirt. Smiling, Obi-Wan petted the smooth hair that he so loved to twist while Anakin did sinful things with his tongue. "You're children are, as we speak, storming the Emperor's palace," Obi-Wan said with stoic deliberateness. "And you'll never guess what the Jedi-in-charge is doing."
"That's my boy," Anakin said pressing his face into the soft part of Obi-Wan's stomach and holding it there breathing Obi-Wan's skin through the thin material. His other hand came up, adding its pressure along side Obi-Wan's ribs.
"Actually, that would be Han Solo," Obi-Wan said not bothering to hide the smile since Anakin couldn't see it anyway, and in fact smiled broader once he heard Anakin's muffled groan. "Your boy," he continued lightly, "is the 'loveable bounty hunter with a heart of gold' protecting the Jedi."
Anakin tilted his head back so that he could look up at Obi-Wan while his chin poked into the fleshy part just underneath Obi-Wan's ribcage. "I knew we shouldn't have introduced Baldwin to the kids. We'll have to get rid of that particular delusion before it causes serious damage."
Sensing a chance to talk about something that had been on his mind quite a bit, Obi-Wan decided he'd have to tread carefully. "I think it would be a simple matter, if we started the twins into lightsaber practice," he spoke casually as if it made him no difference what Anakin's answer was.
"Padme would have a fit," Anakin said pulling on Obi-Wan's shirt until it came loose from his pants. He pulled Obi-Wan into the "v" of his legs and pressed his face against Obi-Wan's thigh breathing hotly over the bulge developing in his pants. Anakin dug his fingers into the flesh of Obi-Wan's butt; his mechanical hand spread out over Obi-Wan's other thigh.
"Just let me deal with her," Obi-Wan replied threading his fingers into Anakin's hair and tugging until he stood so that Obi-Wan could lift his face for a kiss. He'd shaved this morning, but could tell from prickling along his jaw line that Anakin had not bothered. The scent of Anakin surrounded him, a mix of machine lubricant, native fruit from the planet, and some unknown smell that he'd carried with him since Tatooine. It drove Obi-Wan crazy.
Obi-Wan took a moment to rub against his lover spending extra attention to grinding groin against groin. He stepped backwards, pulling Anakin along with him with hands and lips towards the plush chair Anakin kept in case of visitors. He turned them and broke their kiss, licking along Anakin's lower lip before shoving him gently so that he sprawled in the chair.
Obi-Wan sank to his knees and raised his hands to ghost up Anakin's thighs toward the crease where leg met hip. Anakin's eyes were dark and half closed as he watched Obi-Wan lower his head and kiss the inside of one knee and then the other, trailing them upwards until he was mouthing Anakin's erection through the material of his pants.
Anakin groaned, his hips rising slightly encouraging Obi-Wan on with brushes of fingers and harsh whispers. Obi-Wan dragged the offending pants down Anakin's legs and pausing so he could lift his feet, took them off, discarding them somewhere behind him. Running his hands over the newly exposed flesh, Obi-Wan licked his lips, leaning forward and taking the tip of Anakin's penis into his mouth. He hummed softly, digging his thumbs into the other man's abdomen and applying pressure the way the house cats did when they were particularly pleased.
Swallowing around the length in his mouth, Obi-Wan lowered his head taking more in shifting his knees forward so he could press closer to Anakin's heat. Fingers carded through his hair as he bobbed up and down swallowing, licking, and kissing. He stopped as the fingers tightened, nearly painfully, and he looked up questioningly.
"Get up," Anakin said hoarsely urging Obi-Wan to stand with hands under his arms and matching him with kisses and roaming hands. "Stay here; I stashed some lotion in the strong box after the last time."
A smile followed Anakin as he walked across the room to rummage in the box that lay half-hidden in the shadows of the stairs. Obi-Wan pulled his shirt over his head throwing it on the pile started by Anakin's pants, his boots and his own leggings followed suit. The air was chilly with the changing of the season from warm to cold, though the planet never achieved the extremes of such places as Tatooine or Hoth.
Anakin was back a moment later warming Obi-Wan's abandoned skin, maneuvering him to the back of the chair, and bending him over it. The rough material of the chair rubbed him in all the right places and he wriggled, waiting anxiously for Anakin to push inside, fingers first and erection soon after.
The chair skidded across the floor from the combined weight of Anakin and him. Eventually it caught on a crack in the boards and stayed mostly still, but rocked with each thrust that Anakin made. Obi-Wan clutched the armrests as he focused his thoughts on every sensation: the sweat running down his back, Anakin's hands pressing against his shoulders driving him back to meet every drive, his shoulder length hair swinging back and forth.
With every collision of their bodies Anakin let out a small sound, and as he came closer to his conclusion they became louder and longer. He hands roughly pulled Obi-Wan up as he made one final move, stilling as he reached his own fulfillment. Breathing heavily, he cradled Obi-Wan against his body, kissing along the exposed portion of the neck and reaching down with both hands to Obi-Wan's crotch. One hand slid up and down the erect length while the other drifted lower petting the inside of his thighs.
Obi-Wan let his head fall back on Anakin's shoulder, his mouth open allowing for his panting while he thrust desperately into Anakin's hand. His cum splattered across the back of the chair and the floor, and Obi-Wan spared a moment to pity the stains that undoubtedly would not come out before Anakin turned him to claim his mouth in a gentle yet through exploration.
The years since their exile had only brought them closer. Closer in bed, but Obi-Wan also found their bond of partnership deepening as well. They'd dealt with fear, anger, shame and every other negative emotion and situation, but they'd also shared love, joy, and happiness. The planet had offered hardships, but here with Padme and the twins they had prospered past any wish they could have made.
Anakin moved his head back smiling at Obi-Wan and raising a hand to brush away the hair that had fallen to conceal part of Obi-Wan's eyes. "So what was Han doing, anyway?"