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“Are you ready, dear one?” Obi-Wan whispered, running a hand down Anakin’s bare side. His mate was spread out before him, his own hands tracing Obi-Wan’s neck, shoulders, and upper arms. Their bond glowed with unconcealed wonder and joy, for being able to be close like this without their alpha instincts urging them to fight. 

Anakin rolled his eyes, though they were too bright for Obi-Wan to truly think he was annoyed. Just impatient, squirming, wet… “I’ve already said yes a million times.”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and breathed out carefully, ignoring his aching cock. He hummed in vague agreement and lowered himself to cover Anakin. He buried his face in Anakin’s neck, nipping at his scent glands and scarred-over mating bite. He smelled wonderful, like springtime and berries and bonfires. It hadn’t changed as much as Obi-Wan thought it would have during Anakin’s transition, just shifted from a strong alpha to undeniably that of an omega’s. Obi-Wan couldn’t stop himself from rolling his cock against Anakin’s hip and moaning, but Anakin only purred and spread his legs. 

They hadn’t been able to do this before, when they were both alphas, these lazy, grinding, sweet moments. Everything had been a battle of wills, of one of them wrestling the other down onto the bed and preparing them, fucking while fighting all the while. That wasn’t to say they didn’t enjoy it, but they both wanted to be able to have this part of it as well. Sex couldn’t be a calm profession of love, not with their instincts pushing them to snap at and dominate each other. 

Now, though… Obi-Wan’s hand wandered down Anakin’s side to his hip to his thigh, hiking it up around his waist and continuing to touch. He would never get enough of Anakin’s skin bared to him no matter how many times they did this; no ropes, no ties, no gags, just them. Obi-Wan shifted so that his cock rubbed against Anakin’s cunt–not going in, but sliding through his folds and teasing his opening. 

Anakin snarled and wriggled against Obi-Wan, trying to get him inside and snapping at his ear when he failed. “Obi-Wan, I said I’m ready!” 

Obi-Wan hid his smile in Anakin’s neck and pressed another kiss to his bite before sitting back on his heels. “So you did,” he agreed, rubbing his thumb over Anakin’s clit. His testicles had shrunken as he continued to transition, exposing the area more while also decreasing sperm cell production. 

Anakin shuddered, hard, and bucked up in Obi-Wan’s grip. “So sensitive,” he said, half teasing and half wondrous as he slipped the head of his cock into Anakin and stilled his hips. Anakin let out a breath and clenched down, slick dampening his thighs and making Obi-Wan go dizzy with want. “And so wet.” 

Anakin let out a sound somewhere between a whine and a snarl. “Stop teasing me!” 

“As you wish,” Obi-Wan said with a little laugh. He rolled his hips forward bit by bit, holding Anakin still so that he could fuck him slow and sweet. Despite that his mate wriggled in his grasp, trying desperately to take more. When Anakin had finally taken him to the hilt he stayed there a moment, groaning at the feeling of Anakin clenching around him. Obi-Wan’s instincts pushed him to go faster and fuck him harder, but he ignored them with ease that spoke of practice. 

“I know you can go faster than this,” Anakin forced out as he shuddered again, his half of the bond wracked with pleasure as Obi-Wan continued rubbing his clit. Part of Obi-Wan wanted to, and for a moment he contemplated grabbing Anakin’s legs and forcing them over his shoulders, or putting him onto his stomach with his cunt on display. 

Obi-Wan breathed out those impulses. There’d be time for those thoughts in the coming days, or even later tonight, depending on when his rut hit. For now he continued his short, smooth thrusts as his hands found Anakin’s nipples and began to play with them. “But darling, what if I want to take my time with you?” He asked, voice coming out deeper than he thought it would, nearing the growly pitch of an alpha lost to the throes of their instincts. 

Anakin’s mouth fell open and he groaned, reacting to Obi-Wan’s words and his tone both. Obi-Wan took the moment to press their mouths together and pull his mate into a sloppy kiss. He could feel his orgasm coming on embarrassingly fast, knot starting to inflate and catch on Anakin’s rim already. Obi-Wan wrapped a hand around it to keep from ending this all too fast and leaned back, just enough to watch Anakin’s face contort in pleasure, and memories flowed through his head and drifting through their bond–

–Anakin tied up and spread out over his lap, cock hard and rutting against his leg while Obi-Wan spread lube over his dried cunt. Anakin was snarling into his gag whenever Obi-Wan rubbed gentle fingers over it, and Obi-Wan fought the urge to snarl back at him–

–Anakin moaning in the same position as before, as Obi-Wan was finally able to fit two of his fingers in him. He was finally finding pleasure in it. He still fought back, still struggled in Obi-Wan’s hold, but they knew from experience that it would only take a few orgasms to turn him into a puddle on the bed, whining for just one more– 

–Anakin muffling another cry into a pillow while Obi-Wan stroked his g-spot. His cock was angry red and leaving smears of precome against the sheets but it was ignored entirely as Obi-Wan forced his lover to orgasm again, making him gush more slick over the alpha’s hand, so sweet-smelling that Obi-Wan had to lean down and lick Anakin’s folds, his fingers still buried in him. Anakin whined as Obi-Wan moved only for it to turn into a moan as Obi-Wan purred and doubled his efforts. He lapped up all the slick on Anakin’s thighs and folds, feeling drunk on it, before he spread his fingers and began to eat him out just as enthusiastically, pushing him towards the fourth orgasm of the night–

–Anakin’s hips canted upwards, Obi-Wan’s come leaking out of his hole. Obi-Wan felt his heart freeze in his chest before it began beating faster, singing love for his mate while his cock twitching and instincts pushing him to fuck Anakin again, fill him up with more come, breed him–

–Watching through the comm as Anakin took knot after knot from both ends, the first of his heat-ruts making him more needy than ever. Anakin shuddered and moaned, milking the knot he was stuck on, and another one of the troopers marked another tally on Anakin’s ass like he was some lower level glory hole– 

–Spreading Anakin’s legs nearly into splits and tying them into place, hands attached to the headboard. This was the least amount of rope they’d ever had to use, on the downward descent now, Anakin’s alpha instincts quieting with every session. Obi-Wan purred and slowly pushed his cock into Anakin’s cunt, pressing his lips against Anakin’s neck, and he could have cried at feeling his mate shudder and sigh at the contact instead of snapping his teeth– 

–Obi-Wan curled forward as he came, fist keeping his knot at bay as his thrusts became rougher, his alpha side was determined to fuck his come deeper inside his mate. It wanted Obi-Wan to knot his omega, to give him pups and watch them grow in Anakin’s womb. He wanted that, they both did, to be able to raise a family. 

Obi-Wan was growing older though, and even in his pre-rut he wouldn’t be able to knot Anakin more than once a night, and he wanted to last more than just one round. Ignoring the baser part of himself Obi-Wan pulled back and continued to jerk himself off as he watched Anakin. 

His mate was spread out on the bed, arms having spread to the side as Obi-Wan pulled away. His breathing evened out and his eyes opened again, having squeezed shut when he had orgasmed. Anakin’s thighs trembled and clenched, doing their best to keep Obi-Wan’s come inside. There were a few moments of stillness as they stared at each other, and Obi-Wan’s world was perfect for those few seconds– just as it always was, whenever Anakin looked at him with such love.

Then Anakin tensed and rolled over, tilting his hips up to present his cunt. Despite his best efforts a line of come was leaking out of his hole, and Obi-Wan stopped jerking himself off to shove it back in him. He purred as Anakin sighed and relaxed, lazily fucking himself back on Obi-Wan’s fingers. 

Anakin glanced over his shoulder to look at his cock that was stubbornly beginning to rise again despite having come so recently. His eyes flicked up to meet Obi-Wan’s and he smirked before arching his back and spreading his legs even wider than they had already been. “Alpha,” he moaned exaggeratedly, and a groan was punched out of Obi-Wan. “Alpha, I need you, breed me–” 

Obi-Wan curled in on himself, his forehead meeting the middle of Anakin’s back. Anakin knew his weak spots, knew the way that Obi-Wan’s brain lit up at the thought of filling Anakin with pups. His instincts were screaming at him, his thoughts were going crazy, and he was hanging onto his self-control by a thread. 

“Ome– Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, growled, he didn’t know, but Anakin shuddered. His body relaxed against Obi-Wan’s and his scent became stronger, practically screaming his desire for his mate. “Anakin,” he warned again, feeling the way Anakin was shifting against him and receiving an innocent look in return. 

“You don’t want that?” He asked, reaching for Obi-Wan’s hand, the one currently not inside him, the left, and guiding it to his lower stomach. “You don’t want to fill me up and get me pregnant with your pups, take care of me and our kids–” 

A wrecked noise pulled itself from Obi-Wan’s throat. His cock was fully hard again and bobbing between his legs, his instincts a broken record of ‘omega omega needs me, needs me to fill him.’  

“Anakin–” 

“Breed me, Master,” Anakin demanded, and the last thread snapped. Obi-Wan drove his cock into Anakin’s cunt and started to fuck him with all of his strength. Their bond was taught with pleasure, Anakin gasping and trying to meet Obi-Wan halfway on his thrusts. Obi-Wan’s lip curled and he brought his arms around to Anakin’s front, one hand playing with his nipples while the other reached down to squeeze his flaccid cock. It wouldn’t harden again unless given special attention, but it would still give him pleasure. Sure enough, Anakin keened and tightened around him, enough for Obi-Wan’s head to thunk against Anakin’s back. 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathed against his back, tasting the sweat on his skin as he did so. “Anakin,” he repeated, savoring the feeling of the name in his mouth. 

“Alpha–” Anakin panted, this time the words were not teasing but completely sincere. Obi-Wan’s hips stuttered for a moment before regaining their tempo. Each thrust sent stings of overstimulation through Obi-Wan’s body but he ignored it, focusing on the way Anakin panted and keened under him, on how his cunt tightened around Obi-Wan’s cock, seemingly trying to milk him. 

Obi-Wan groaned, turning his head to bury his nose in Anakin’s scent glands. He breathed in as his teeth found the mating scar on Anakin’s neck. He bit down lightly, then harder, leaving behind small marks that would hopefully turn his entire neck colors. “Dear one,” muttered, letting out little gasps and groans as his knot began to catch on Anakin’s rim again. He didn’t wrap his hand around it to hold it back this time, letting it grow. 

Waves of pleasure with little sparks of oversensitive pain washed through Obi-Wan. With every thrust it became harder to pull out of Anakin and more difficult to push in, and it’d only take a few more before they were locked together for the foreseeable future. Anakin was practically vibrating underneath him with lust and the need to be knotted, legs quaking as he pushed back to meet Obi-Wan half way. 

Obi-Wan orgasmed mere milliseconds after he pushed into Anakin, his knot fully inflated, panting against his mate as he filled him with his come. His hips continued grinding against Anakin’s and his hands continued their motions as the omega groaned, until Anakin went taught beneath him, their bond singing his pleasure. They laid there for a few moments, panting, until Obi-Wan rolled them over onto the side and out of the damp puddle of slick. 

“Satisfied?” He huffed, hand absentmindedly rubbing Anakin’s stomach. 

Anakin rolled his head to the side and tilted his chin, and Obi-Wan leaned up to press an obliging kiss to his lips. “Am I ever?” 

Obi-Wan laughed and pulled away. The trials of having a young man as a mate, and the bitching process surely didn't help his stamina. All the nights of Anakin bent over his lap, pushing him to orgasm again and again had made him insatiable. “You’re lucky I love you.” 

“Please, I know you just keep me around for the mind-blowing sex,” Anakin teased, pressing back against Obi-Wan so that there were no parts of them that weren’t touching. 

Despite Anakin’s words clearly being a joke, Obi-Wan had to hold back a keening cry. He brought his nose back to the junction of Anakin’s shoulder and neck and smothered himself in their bond, feeling the love and affection and contentment that flowed easily between them. 

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, and even without looking, Obi-Wan could feel his frown. 

“Fine,” he responded, and it was true. Now that he was looking for it he knew it was just the pre-rut, sooner than he would have thought, the syrupy-sweet warmth beginning to flow through his veins and blur the edges of his vision. “Just the rut, coming up sooner than I would have thought.” 

Anakin wiggled around a little to shift so that he could look at Obi-Wan. “How soon, do you think?” 

Obi-Wan could feel his face twist into a frown as he considered. “I didn’t think it would come tonight, but more and more it feels like it will,” he admitted. He could feel the buzzing in his bones, the arousal pooling in his gut, the way his gums ached with the need to sink his teeth into his mate. His young, fertile, wanting mate, naked and curled up in his arms. “I’m worried,” he admitted after a moment. 

“Hey, we’ve been through ruts and heats together before,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan had to suppress a laugh. 

“Oh, but darling, not like this,” he murmured, eyes tunneling to focus on Anakin, his mate, his omega. His hips thrust forward a bit and Anakin’s breath hitched. He could feel his knot beginning to deflate as his cock grew harder. “Then we were both alphas, and constantly fighting or fucking, or you were the one in heat and constantly begging for it, having to watch you fuck yourself on a toy because I was too out of it to give you what you needed.” 

Anakin whimpered, clenching around Obi-Wan’s cock. His knot was small enough to pull it out of Anakin’s hole now, leaving his cunt stretched wide open. He guided his cock between Anakin’s folds, not letting himself enter Anakin again just yet. “Obi-Wan–” Anakin whined, and Obi-Was ignored the need in his voice to watch Anakin squirm and leak slick and come all over himself. 

“This time I’ll be insatiable one, needing to fuck you over and over until I’ve wrung every orgasm out of you that I can and then some,” he groaned, sparks flying out from his bone marrow and finding its way into his circulatory system, warming every inch of his body. Obi-Wan’s hips snapped forward and Anakin gasped then keened, hips moving in tandem with his own. “I’ll fill you over and over until your body can’t contain it all, until you nearly look pregnant with it, and I’ll still be wanting for more.” 

Obi-Wan gasped as his orgasm crested over him without warning, pulling Anakin tightly to his chest and trembling. His hips didn’t stop even as oversensitivity sent shocks through him, it just made it feel all the sweeter. “You’ll have to stop me, hold me back if it gets to be too much,” Obi-Wan said, pressing a soft kiss to the mating bite, stark against Anakin’s throat. 

“Of course,” Anakin said, pulling away with a small groan to roll over and look him in the eye. “Of course I will.” 

Obi-Wan stared into Anakin’s blue eyes, shining like kyber. Their bond was suffused with love, assurance, and honesty, and Obi-Wan let the last bits of doubt, fear, and worry be washed away in the tide. 

“So,” Anakin said, lips twitching into a smile, “when do we start?”