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Anakin looked good like this, Bail smiled to himself, continuing to run his hands through Anakin’s wings. When Anakin had first come in they were ruffled, singed, and covered in dust. Bail had hidden a grimace, unfortunately used to the look of Anakin’s wings after weeks– or months– out fighting, unable to properly care for them himself. Anakin had greeted Bail first and insisted on calling Breha before allowing Bail to groom him, and they had spent the first few minutes talking.
However, Anakin wasn’t able to stand up against the persuasive powers of both the Queen of Alderaan and its Senator. A few minutes in was all it took for him to allow Bail to pull off his upper tunics and maneuver him into lying on his stomach in his nest, wings spread out on either side of him. The comm stayed on and the three of them kept a steady flow of conversation while Bail lifted Anakin’s left wing onto his lap and began to work.
The nest had been something Bail had talked to Anakin out a few months after their relationship had begun. Bail and Breha had already known about them due to their friendship with Obi-Wan. Wings weren’t the only changes in Force-sensitives from their species, they also tended to have heightened senses and instincts. Thus, it was a common practice to have a nest to sleep in, to relax in by themselves without other scents.
It is also quite a bit more comfortable to sleep in than a bed, Obi-Wan admitted with a laugh when he was explaining it.
Anakin had been delighted when Bail and Breha asked about it, saying that they would be happy to make space in the bedroom for it, as well as buy whatever bolts of fabric Anakin wished. Every Jedi was different in what they preferred. Some liked the warmth of furs, others preferred silks, and others liked fluffy fabrics. Anakin liked warm, heavy fabrics it turned out- something that would trap heat and press down onto him. Bail and Breha had been all too willing to indulge Anakin and lightly tease him all the while; they rarely got to spoil their Jedi, and he had a lovely blush besides.
They had given him space as he started to assemble the nest after everything had come in, but after a few hours Anakin was still frowning and unhappy with the results. After some pressing Anakin blushed heavily and looked away, admitting that it hadn’t smelled right. Too new, unused– and not like them. Anakin’s nest at the Temple included the scents of his family; Just Obi-Wan and his mother when Anakin had first come to the Temple, and then it had expanded to include some of his friends, Ahsoka, and hints of Bail and Breha. Anakin could bring some things from his friends, but Bail and Breha would clearly notice if he stole one of their pillowcases or robes, and he hadn’t even asked them if it was alright in the first place…
Bail had stopped Anakin’s frantic mumbling with a soft yet insistent kiss and told Anakin it was more than alright, that he was thrilled- as was Breha, he was sure, when she was told- that Anakin considered them so important to him that he wanted to include them in his nest. (And Bail was right, Breha was overjoyed.)
Ever since then Anakin had made a habit of sleeping over more often, even inviting his lovers to join them in his nest, wrapping one or both of them in his wings when they did. It had only taken a few more months after that for Anakin to trust them enough to allow Bail to help clean his wings.
Bail was pulled out of his thoughts by one of Anakin’s light snores and refocused on his hands. After a few calming hours of grooming, Anakin’s wings were nearly clean again. Their talking had died down a while ago, Anakin drifting off into a light doze and basking in the presence of his lovers, while the two Alderaani quietly discussed politics. Their work never stopped after all. They traded silent looks, amused and fond, when Anakin shifted or sighed in his sleep.
Bail ran his fingers across the feathers and then dug his hand into the soft down underneath. Anakin shuddered underneath him, back muscles tensing momentarily before relaxing again. Bail soothed his young lover by petting at his wings once more, running his fingers over the spots that would turn Anakin into a puddle on the floor. He was right, and the young Jedi let out a groan and his eyes fluttered open.
“Mornin’,” he slurred, stretching out before letting himself fall into his pillows again. Bail bit back a smile as he replied in kind before massaging lightly at the spot where Anakin’s wings met his back.
Anakin keened, his hands gripping his nest tightly. Bail had figured out that this was one of Anakin’s erogenous zones by accident months ago, when he was still newer to grooming a jedi’s wings. He thought he’d Anakin when the boy had stiffened and shuddered, breath coming more quickly, until he’d noticed the blush and how Anakin’s breaths came faster. A very fast conversation and a few minutes later, and Bail had slowly fucked Anakin on his knees, hands massaging the same area and making him come three times in quick succession.
“Do you want me to-” Anakin started to ask, his thoughts likely going in the same direction that Bail’s were.
“No, you stay there,” Breha responded from the both of them, “let Bail take care of you, darling.”
Anakin glanced over his shoulder to look at her, as did Bail, and his breath quickened as he saw her watching intently and unashamedly touching herself. He nodded and relaxed, slowly rutting against the fabrics underneath him.
Bail continued to massage the same part for a few minutes before skimming his right hand down Anakin’s body to cup his ass. He let his hand rest there for a few moments before rubbing his fingers on Anakin’s perineum through his leggings, causing the man to arch his back.
“Anakin, what did we just say,” he chided softly, pressing down on Anakin’s back to get him to lay flat on the nest.
“Sorry,” Anakin responded, not sounding very sorry at all. Bail huffed a laugh and let him get away with it this time, rubbing harder at his hole and balls. Anakin was getting close now, and desperate enough that Bail could nearly taste it. His own hardness was getting hard to ignore, though he did so easily. Bail could take care of himself after the jedi, it had been a hard few weeks for him on the front lines, and he needed to unwind.
Anakin rutted against his sheets a few more times, and as Bail’s fingers reached down to skim his cock, he shuddered and came in his pants. Bail continued to rub soft circles in his skin until Anakin shifted uncomfortably, and Bail helped him up to settle in his lap.
“It’s good to have you back here,” Bail admitted against Anakin’s hair as the man rested his face on Bail’s shoulder, breath puffing against his exposed neck. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Anakin murmured, placing a little kiss on his pulse point before falling back asleep. Bail met his wife’s eyes through the comm and they both smiled at their lover’s sweetness, settling in to bask in his presence for as long as they could.