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Obi-Wan had long awaited the warmth of his own bed for weeks, which really had felt like months. Nothing could compare to the comfort of one’s own pillow, or the weight provided by layers and layers of blankets. He would soon be able to return to it all once more. Very soon.
Obi-Wan’s body ached as he walked down the lengthy halls of The Negotiator. His troopers greeted him happily as the ship wasn’t the same without him. He missed them too since the mission only required him, Anakin, and Ashoka, leaving him to go without the 212th for weeks. Of course, there was one particular trooper he missed even more. Obi-Wan was wondering where he could be.
The Jedi took a few more steps and finally stopped at his own door, pushing the handle and entering his bedroom. He took in the slightly-sterile scent with a smile, the familiarity of it all being comforting. He walked the direction of his bed with a yawn and felt grateful he would finally be able to rest. Obi-Wan stopped when he heard another’s voice.
“You must be really tired, General, you didn’t even notice me when you walked in,” Cody chuckled with a smirk. Obi-Wan was now wide awake. He turned around and there Cody was; standing a few feet away from the door. He must’ve been waiting for his return.
“Cody!” Obi-Wan ran and hugged Cody, grateful that he was only in his blacks. Cody returned the hug, one hand around Obi-Wan’s waist and the other pushed into his hair. He kissed his general for a few seconds, before pulling away to observe him — any injuries? Cody was relieved to find none.
Cody then kissed him once more, deeper. Obi-Wan returned the kiss and reciprocated the passion. They missed each other evenly. Missed their touches, their kisses, their presence. Obi-Wan was the one to pull away this time.
“Cody— I,” he laughed softly, “can’t believe I didn’t even see you!”
“Like I said, general, you’re tired! perhaps I can take care of that..?” Cody gently pushed strands of overgrown hair out of Obi-Wan’s face.
“You have my permission,” Obi-Wan agreed fondly.
Cody lifted his general and carried him right to bed, placing him gently onto the soft sheets—rather unnecessarily, as they were only a few feet away from bed, but Cody was just romantic like that.
Obi-Wan flushed at the gesture and felt himself harden ever so slightly. Cody traced his robes and curled his finger around his clothes.
“Mm, these need to go,” Cody hummed, “can you help me with that, cyar’ika?”
Obi-Wan sat up and immediately got to work, leaving him completely topless. His bottom half, however, was still clothed. Cody immediately pushed him down against the sheets, straddling Obi-Wan, feeling his hardened length through his pants.
“You’re so good for me, general, aren’t you?” Cody managed as he kissed Obi-Wan’s neck, sloppy kisses that would require Obi-Wan to cover his neck for the next few days.
Obi-Wan moaned at Cody’s praising words and pleasurable kisses. Cody reached his sweet spot, just below his ear, and Obi-Wan let out a needy groan. At that, Cody chuckled. He moved his hands and teasingly traced one of Obi-Wan’s nipples before pinching it.
“Cody,” he breathed, his dick now painfully hard “please..”
Cody stopped all of his movements and got off of Obi-Wan. He cupped Obi-Wan’s clothed length, leaving the general to be a whining mess.
“Be a good general for me, and take off all of your clothes, can you do that?” Cody said, his voice hushed and gentle for Obi-Wan. A light response could be heard, and soon Obi-Wan was completely naked. Cody took in the sight—oh how much he missed it.
Cody lifted his fingers and dragged them alongside Obi-Wan’s cock, who in return shivered and whined. He pushed Obi-Wan back down and continued the cycle of light, nearly tormenting touches, that left Obi-Wan to be a mess of moans and cries. Cody felt that he had enough and finally wrapped his hands around the general’s length, lightly pumping, which pleased Obi-Wan.
“How beautiful you are, my love, making sweet sounds for me,” Cody mumbled. Obi-Wan blushed, he couldn’t control his moans, but he loved the commander’s kind words.
Obi-Wans moans soon turned louder, and Cody knew that he would finish off right then and there if he didn’t stop, so he removed his hands. Obi-Wan let out a pained cry.
“Don’t stop,” he breathed, “please..!”
Cody loved seeing his Jedi vulnerable like this.
“I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Cody whispered, licking a stripe onto his cock before hastily taking off his own clothes. He then grabbed lube from the bedside table, and covered his fingers and own cock, which was now fully erect.
He returned to Obi-Wan who was beginning to pleasure himself. Cody tsked and took Obi-Wan’s wrists, pinning them above his own head. Obi-Wan flushed red.
“You will be patient for me, hmm?” Cody said strictly, but adoration still apparent in his eyes.
“Yes, Cody, I will,” Obi-Wan responded shakily.
Cody let go of Obi’s hands and lifted his legs, pushing his fingers into Obi-Wan’s tight entrance. Obi-Wan moaned softly and pushed against Cody’s fingers.
Cody took it slow, pushing in and out, each time a little bit deeper which left Obi-Wan nearly drooling for more. Cody began to move his fingers in a circular motion which made Obi-Wan cry out in pleasure — immediately after, he pushed close to his sweet spot before pulling his fingers out.
Before Obi-Wan could complain, Cody replaced his fingers with his cock and slammed his hips deep into Obi-Wan.
“You’re perfect” Cody said as he continued moving in and out of Obi-Wan in a hurried pace, leaving Obi-Wan to experience an ecstasy of pleasure. His vision was blurred as he cried out Cody’s name.
Cody continued, this time stroking Obi-Wan’s cock while moving, muttering words of sweet appraisal as he fucked his general intensely.
The pounding intensified and soon the pleasure found itself heated in Obi-Wan’s stomach, and soon after cum spilled all over himself—he whimpered in delight. At the same time, Cody pushed one last time before finishing off himself, then pulling out. He adored Obi-Wan who was panting, messy with cum and sweat.
Obi-Wan laughed lightly, a little out of breath, “that was wonderful, Cody.”
“Anything for you, Cyar’ika,” Cody hummed, kissing Obi-Wan gently on the lips before getting off of the bed and bringing back towels. He cleaned the mess made by himself and Obi-Wan, then rubbed Obi-Wan’s hand.
“How does a warm shower sound?” He asked.
“That sounds perfect” Obi-Wan smiled. He got off the bed and allowed Cody to lead them both to the conjoined bathroom. Cody turned the water on and allowed steam to fill the room, and they both entered the shower.
Obi-Wan adored Cody’s wet hair, who blushed slightly when the Jedi cupped his face. He left a small kiss on Cody’s cheek. Cody took it upon himself to bathe Obi-Wan’s smooth and occasionally scarred skin which he loved so much. He smothered Obi-Wan’s arms, then stomach—where he giggled due to being slightly ticklish—, then legs.
Obi-Wan reciprocated the action and drew his hands over Cody’s toned body, silently appreciating each and every inch of his lover.
The shower stopped and they dried themselves, changing into comfortable clothes and finding their way back to bed. Cody opened his arms for cuddles, and Obi-Wan obliged, snuggling into the given warmth. Obi-Wan pressed a kiss onto Cody’s shoulders and muttered something unintelligible, then proceeded to yawn.
Cody smiled and simply kissed the top of Obi-Wan’s head in response. Tiredness soon overcome both of them, and they fell asleep.