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Several weeks passed, and every night Vader fell into wonderful dreams or visions or almost-memories of himself and Obi-Wan. His Master owned him and filled him and made love to him in every way imaginable and as soon as Anakin exploded into orgasm, he wanted the older man yet again. Over and over again he begged helplessly for that high, for touch, for friction, to feel Obi-Wan all around him and deep within him, for that golden, burning warmth to rise up in him, carrying him higher and higher until it was almost unbearable, and he crashed, sated, down on the other side. Then and only then could he rest, mellow and satiated, in the other man’s arms.
His time with his Master, those overwhelming feelings began to be the only times he felt truly awake. The rest of his life now seemed insubstantial and dull, and often all he could think of, all he could see, all he could feel, was that world the lightsaber brought him too. He constantly yearned for it, low flutters of anticipation thrilling through him at the thought that soon he would be there again.
Once Vader, hard and throbbing and burning for release all day, fell into Anakin as he was being fucked into a wall by Obi-Wan. His hands had been held tight above his head in one of his Master’s own, as Obi-Wan thrust into him again and again, hard and dominating and relentless, burying himself so deep within Anakin that the younger man could feel the brush of his Master’s wiry pubic hair against his buttocks with every thrust, and it felt like he was being speared entirely by Obi-Wan’s thick cock. Obi-Wan was huge and hot and pulsing, his cock filling Anakin entirely, and one arm holding Anakin’s trembling leg over his shoulder so that he could thrust in even deeper.
His blue-grey eyes were fixed upon Anakin, his gaze moving from Anakin’s fluttering lips, his sweat-soaked hair, his taut muscles. Anakin felt warmth suffuse him that he had Obi-Wan’s undivided attention – that his Master was completely consumed in fucking him. He moaned volubly, arching his head back and exposing his throat helplessly as he almost came just from the knowledge that Obi-Wan was watching him.
“Master,” he moaned again, loving the way Obi-Wan’s hips lost their rhythm, the small spurt of cum that coated the insides of his anus as Obi-Wan’s cock shuddered deep within him.
Obi-Wan pulled out all the way then, gasping for breath, his perfect hair mussed and his face flushed red. His eyes had a hungry look as he spun Anakin around so that he was facing the wall and pressed him into it. His swollen erection nudged against Anakin’s butt cheeks. Sighing, Anakin spread his legs willingly, trying to grind back into the hardness, and Obi-Wan, taking it for the invitation that it was, drove into him again, slow and perfect.
Anakin almost sobbed in relief when Obi-Wan filled him completely once again.
Almost too much to handle, Anakin still begged impatiently for more, pushing his hips backwards as Obi-Wan plunged into him, gasping his pleasure as his Master shoved his trembling body flush against the abrasive surface before them. As Obi-Wan’s hips snapped forwards, Anakin’s aching groin was compressed roughly against that inflexible surface. He moaned unevenly as the pressure against his stiff cock was finally enough, until he was pulled along the wall by the motion of Obi-Wan’s canting hips, his prick burrowing even further into Anakin’s tight ass.
His Master moaned at that sensation, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he neared his climax, their erratic motion rubbing and thrusting Anakin’s groin against the wall. The younger man moaned louder, brokenly, as his engorged prick and heavy balls scraped deliciously along their entire length at his Master’s movement, before he was fucked into that wall once more by Obi-Wan’s next thrust into his body. “Ah,” he whimpered, hips jerking forward for even greater roughness even as Obi-Wan pressed into him from behind again. His Master pulled back then, Anakin feeling his own hips snap back helplessly, trying to follow him, desperate not to lose that feeling of being filled, before the older man shoved back in once more, hard and perfect, grinding Anakin’s tender, aching groin into the wall before him.
Again and again, delicious friction and heat surrounding him on all sides, as Obi-Wan’s hot breath brushed through his sweaty hair and his Master began to lick and nibble anywhere he could reach, all the while driving into him and relentlessly rutting Anakin’s cock against the hard surface before them. Anakin bucked and rolled his hips, moaning with abandon now, legs trembling as Obi-Wan hit that spot in him the same time his groin, flattened entirely against the wall, was driven upwards one last time by the violent wrenching of his Master’s hips. Anakin saw stars, hips jerking, ejaculating so hard his legs gave out and he would have fallen if Obi-Wan hadn’t held him up. His head fell back on his Master’s shoulder, feeling Obi-Wan’s own release coat the inside of his anus in perfect, sticky warmth. “Mmhmm,” he mumbled, his eyelids fluttering as Obi-Wan laughed softly, delightedly, at Anakin coming for him without even being touched.
Once, Obi-Wan got him off just from running his tongue around and around Anakin’s puckered hole. Slowly, so slowly, he circled the puckered rim of Anakin’s anus, darting in occasionally for a lick to the trembling walls inside, before coming back out and circling again. Anakin wasn’t allowed to touch himself – his hips firmly pressed to the bed by his Master so he wouldn’t try to grind down on Obi-Wan’s tongue. Over and over again, around and around, wetness entering him, heat teasing him, roughness scraping him and causing pinpricks of sensation and desire to dart through his body, but never enough that he could reach that edge; it was never enough!
Sometimes Obi-Wan would leave Anakin’s hole entirely, brushing his soft beard over Anakin’s buttocks and he kissed and licked and nibbled the surrounding skin, before licking a hot, wet path from Anakin’s hole to his balls……..but never touching them. Then he would return that tongue to Anakin’s hole, licking, sucking, even nibbling that flesh, as Anakin helplessly writhed and moaned around him.
It wasn’t long before Anakin was a boneless mess of want, unable to even raise his hands towards his aching cock if he had been allowed. His hips twitched erratically upwards against empty air, his jutting, engorged prick quivering violently. He was completely hard, desperate to come, burning with need. Obi-Wan turned him into a puddle of want, a sobbing mess, provided just enough to keep Anakin hovering at that perfect high, pleasure utterly consuming him, without allowing him release. “Please, Master……pl…please!” He cried when he could take it no more, voice breaking as Obi-Wan swiped that rough tongue into him again, just a little higher. His hips jolted, limbs shaking and his cock burning, as a jet of cum ejected turgidly out of him. He was so full, so close to bursting apart just from his Master’s tongue in him, as he shuddered in aching bliss, hips undulating feebly, small moans of want and desperation escaping him. That slow rising tide of his orgasm was so close…….so close to overflowing with it all in his Master’s arms. Obi-Wan chuckled against his hole, swirling that tongue around again before suddenly plunging in as deep as he could go. And Anakin came.
Once, Vader woke from Obi-Wan taking him on all fours, driving into Anakin slow and deep – agonizingly slow and as deep as his hips could drive, his cock scraping the walls of Anakin’s insides in magnificent, tight, friction – before alternating with shallow thrusts that had the body beneath him hopelessly grinding backwards, desperate for more. When Obi-Wan went deep he would run his hand teasingly down Anakin’s dangling, dripping cock. Anakin tried to thrust his aching prick into that hand, tried to collapse his arms and rub himself shamelessly on the sheets below him, but Obi-Wan kept him where he was, one arm wrapped around his middle, as he drove into him again and again, slow and controlled.
At last, unable to take anymore, needing to be filled entirely now, Anakin rocked back hard against that rigid heat of Obi-Wan’s perfect cock, ground himself wantonly back on his Master’s groin, feeling his Master’s hands coming around to finally start pulling at his throbbing cock in earnest. Obi-Wan thrust forwards again, Anakin grunting at the force before it turned into a bitten-off swear word as Obi-Wan finally buried himself all the way, lying completely across Anakin’s back, panting. Anakin could feel Obi-Wan in him deep enough that he swore it was up to his throat. He was entirely impaled by the other man, entirely claimed, as Obi-Wan gasped against him, trying to not just come from the sensation of Anakin around him, alone. “Yes,” Anakin moaned, “Force, yes!” His hips ground backwards again and then he bucked frantically as Obi-Wan’s hands pulled harshly at his cock, erratically trying to get more of Obi-Wan behind him as well as further, deeper, into the man’s hands before him, as they twisted and pulled his pulsating dick.
His Master’s hips were losing their rhythm at Anakin’s uneven rocking, at the tight heat of the body below him, at Anakin’s shameless moans and pleading for more, always more, fuck me harder, Obi-Wan, and Anakin had never been this full before. Obi-Wan was everywhere. He was all Anakin could feel, all he could touch, all he wanted. It was entirely too much. He orgasmed spectacularly, exploding over Obi-Wan’s hands, the walls of his ass fluttering and clenching around his Master’s cock, and causing the older man to follow him over the edge. They collapsed together on the bed, Anakin entirely covered by his Master, that warm perfect weight of his familiar body, the feeling of Obi-Wan’s cock wilting inside him, his hot cum coating his anus and leaking down his thighs. It was all utterly perfect and he fell into a deep, uninterrupted sleep, completely satiated in Obi-Wan’s arms.
It was always perfect and complete with his Master.