Anakin loved kisses.
All over. Soft, long, slow ones. Hard, hot, sloppy ones. He loved the little noises, the muffled moans, his master made underneath him- muscles tensing and relaxing as puffs of air escaped his lungs.
Anakin always started at the lips. He took his time there, playfully slipping his tongue in and out, dancing over teeth and nipping at Obi-Wan's mouth until it was red and flushed.
Then he would work his way down to the neck and the collarbone. Tenderly sucking at it and listening for the soft gasp that meant his tactics were working.
After that, he liked to trail a line down his master's stomach, following the line of hair pointing down past his navel and into the area under his waistband. Obi-Wan's breathy moans at this point only encouraged him to go slower, relishing the sounds and enjoying the reaction he felt in his body.
His favorite kind of kisses were thigh kisses. He would spread Obi-Wan's legs slowly, teasing him and looking up at him with smoldering bedroom eyes, each kiss getting closer and closer to the object of his desire. At this point Obi-Wan's neck and cheeks would be flushed pink, and his fingers would clench and unclench from the bedclothes.
"Come on, Ani," he muttered sometimes. "Anakin, please."
Oh, yes, he enjoyed these tantalizing moments, this feeling of being completely in control of his master. He found it fascinating that a single brush of skin or well-placed finger had the other man breathless, pleading, and very uncomfortably turned on.
Obi-Wan knew how much Anakin enjoyed it, and it annoyed him to no extent.
"Stop it, Ani," he would complain. "You're teasing."
"But I'm having so much fun," the younger man said slyly. "And you know you enjoy it too."
This, Obi-Wan couldn't argue with. Anakin certainly was skilled with his lips. It went to his head, though, and Obi-Wan would have to remind him who topped in this relationship (well, usually topped).
Ani liked being dominated sometimes, too. He loved when Obi-Wan got hot and bothered enough to whisper dirty things in his ear as he pinned him to the wall, hands groping the young knight's crotch. Marking him with a love bite or two, or tugging his hair. Anakin may or may not have had a small hair-pulling kink.
Mostly, he just wanted to feel his lover's warm skin pressed up against him, run his hands through Obi-Wan's ginger hair and lace their fingers together.
"I love this, you know," he told Obi-Wan one lazy afternoon, the sunlight filtering into the room in broad golden streams. They were laying on the bed, Ani's head resting on Obi-Wan's stomach, their fingers intertwined on the sheets beside them.
"What?" Obi-Wan asked, toying absently with a strand of Anakin's hair.
"This. You and me. How close we are." He flipped over, climbing on top of the other man to press a light kiss to his temple. "I like talking to you. I like knowing you, knowing all the little things that turn you on or make you smile. I like thinking about you, I like sleeping next to you. Hell, I even like arguing with you. I think I love you, Obi-Wan."
This startled a laugh out of the ginger man. His former apprentice looked so serious, his blue eyes glimmering as he gazed up at Obi-Wan. He was beautiful, the Jedi reflected. Soft lips, gentle curls falling over his forehead, sunlight catching on the overly long lashes. His lips quirked up at the edges, almost unconsciously. Anakin always had something quick-witted at the tip of his tongue, always a snappy remark or clever joke to be made. Headstrong, fiery, impatient Ani. Obi-Wan found the next words tumbling out in a rush of affection. "I love you too, Anakin."
Anakin curled up next to him, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his lips. "Good."
Obi-Wan laughed again. "Just good?"
"Wonderful." Ani's fingers tapped a light, staccato beat against his chest. "I wish I could explain it better," he added, craning his neck to look up at his master. "I can't even begin to look for the words to describe it. I love you, I've always loved you, more than I've loved anyone, ever, and it changes everything in the entire universe to hear you say that back to me." He grinned, and Obi-Wan swore it lit up the room brighter than the fading sun. "So yes, I'd call that 'good'."
Obi-Wan felt his insides warm up at the young man's words. Instead of answering, he leaned over and kissed him long and hard.
Anakin responded, hands cupping his master's neck and pulling him closer. They stayed that way for a while, hardly moving, so absorbed in each other that the world around them could have been burning and they wouldn't have noticed.
Anakin gave a little moan, grinding his hips against Obi-Wan. The Jedi felt the young man's growing arousal, which triggered a spark of his own. He pulled away, remembering that he had a council meeting to attend later... Master Windu was starting to get suspicious...
Anakin looked up at him with big, pleading eyes, and Obi-Wan felt his resistance beginning to crumble. Damn it, Ani, he thought.
Anakin tugged his tunic over his head and crawled forward, pinning his master beneath him. Obi-Wan submitted, allowing Anakin to press a few kisses to his collar before stripping off his own garments.
"Mhm," the young Knight mumbled. "I like you like this. I like feeling you underneath me, ready to fuck." He reached down and slowly slipped his hand down the Jedi's trousers.
Obi-Wan felt his erection growing, and his cheeks flushed slightly. Anakin noticed, of course. A grin slipped over his features as he pumped his master's cock once, twice. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, fighting the urge to moan. Anakin was always vocal and loud during sex, but Obi-Wan tried to keep his noise under control. Ani became unbearably smug when he let slip so much as a gasp.
Ani pulled the other man's trousers all the way down now. His trail of kisses veered tantalizingly close to Obi-Wan's cock, but then he stopped and looked up at his master.
"You're sure you want this? I thought you had that meeting later..."
"It can wait," Obi-Wan breathed, nearly trembling with the effort it took to maintain a steady tone. "Just fuck me..."
That last part came out on a moan, and Anakin smiled, satisfied. "If that's what you want."
Obi-Wan was about to say something scathing, but then Anakin took his cock in his mouth and it turned into a gasp. "Ani..."
Anakin didn't break eye contact as his tongue swirled around the head of his erection, but slowly, he was going too slowly. "Please," he murmured, and Anakin began bobbing his head up and down.
The searing heat of arousal shot through him again, and he felt himself grow even harder. After a few minutes of stifled gasps and muttered commands, his voice cracked as he said "Ani, I'm going to-"
Anakin finished him off with one last flick of the tongue, and Obi-Wan arched his back as his orgasm rippled through him.
Ani sat back on his heels, panting slightly, his wet curls sticking to the shining skin of his neck. "You like that?" He asked, flashing a grin.
Obi-Wan didn't say anything, but he smiled back, eyes softening as he took in his former apprentice.
"You're beautiful," he managed.
"I know," Anakin said teasingly. He kissed him gently on the tip of the nose. "So are you," he added softly, and with a grunt he heaved himself out of bed and began pulling his tunic back on.
"You should really get to that meeting," he added as he stepped out the door. "Don't let them start without you."