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Anakin rarely had the opportunity to see his master get drunk, but since he’d been knighted, those opportunities came up now and again. A byproduct of his being more reliable maybe. It was hard to get let loose when you had a padawan to look after after all. Anakin watched over his own cup as Obi-Wan drank refreshment after refreshment, all of them alcoholic, and simply smiled at the spectacle.
Obi-Wan and Anakin were on a mission together, one that had gone well, and the locals had persuaded their visiting heroes to engage in the local tradition of getting shitfaced after a successful event. Obi-Wan had originally said no with his usual excuses; that he was flying (even though Anakin was flying); that he was tired (Anakin could feel through their Force bond that he wasn’t); that he wouldn’t burden them (there was enough for every person to get drunk for a month and then some).
Eventually he’d caved when Anakin told him that he could be the designated Jedi for the night. They stayed a few hours, and Anakin had watched Obi-Wan clink cups with the friendly locals and watched his earnest face as he listened to their entertaining tales. He looked good like this. Smiling, loose, flushed in the cheeks. Anakin didn’t usually like being the only sober guy around drunk people but their cheer was infectious, and it was just good to see Obi-Wan be happy. Anakin only stopped watching him when he had to relieve himself every hour or so.
On their way back to their temporary lodgings, Obi-Wan hung off of Anakin, giggling drunk. Anakin appreciated being relied upon like this, feeling just a little excited that Obi-Wan trusted him enough to get inebriated around him like this. It had always been just Obi-Wan and Anakin relying on each other, but Obi-Wan treated him as an equal now. They were closer to each other than any other human being.
“Come on,” Anakin drawled in a patient voice when Obi-Wan kept getting his feet tangled up underneath him.
Obi-Wan found something very funny about that because he went lax in Anakin’s hold, laughing, and would have nearly fallen over if Anakin hadn’t wrapped his arm around his waist at just the right moment with a “careful!”
Obi-Wan was being a lush! Anakin looked around him to make sure that no one could see and picked up his master in his arms to carry him the rest of the way, the same way Obi-Wan used to carry him all those years ago. Obi-Wan looked up at him with amused eyes and tucked his head underneath Anakin’s chin with a muttered “don’t drop me”.
“You’re lighter than you think,” Anakin told him, and it was true. Carrying Obi-Wan the rest of the way to their small earthy apartment on the outskirts of the central village wasn’t difficult at all. Anakin was grateful though that they only had a curtain as a door and used Obi-Wan’s legs to whisk the curtain cloth aside and step inside.
The accommodations were adequate with two small beds on either side of the room and the usual furnishings afforded to guests. A sitting table with a hanging light over it, a datapad set on it, a thick rug in front of a small stack of local board games, and all the spartan signs that two Jedi were staying here. However, there were no private bathrooms on the planet outside of the major cities, which meant that they had to go into the open room squat toilet that was right in the corner of their room with little privacy. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?
Anakin let go of Obi-Wan’s body but allowed himself the small gift of holding him close so that his body rubbed the length of Anakin’s on its way down. Anakin had always been fascinated by his master’s body: his strong thighs, generous hips, tightly muscled bum, and his always hidden from view chest area that Anakin had been staring at since he was a boy of eleven.
“I think I’ve got it now. Thank you, my kind Jedi hero. Sorry that you had to bring the likes of me home,” Obi-Wan thanked him in his inebriated state, stumbling a bit as he reached down to remove his leather boots.
Anakin put a steadying hand on his master’s arm to assist him.
“The likes of you?” he asked. “I’m pretty sure more than one person there would have loved to bring ‘the likes of you’ back home with them.” That was true. Obi-Wan had turned heads all evening as Anakin watched over his cup as both men and women ingratiated themselves with him. He couldn’t blame them even if he didn’t enjoy it.
“Oh, stop it Anakin,” Obi-Wan said as though dismissing the thought of his appeal to strangers as ridiculous. He strided off to put his boots by the door, only a little bit tipsy on his feet.
“I mean it.”
Obi-Wan paused in setting his boots down and looked over his shoulder at Anakin who was standing like a handsome, looming statue with a completely sincere look on his face. His voice had sounded so serious that it had made Obi-Wan straighten up.
“Do you think so?” Obi-Wan asked, with a small hiccup.
“I know so. If you weren’t my master, I’d probably see you a lot differently…”
Obi-Wan set his boots down and undid his outer robes like he had no conception of the gravity of what Anakin had just told him. He probably thought Anakin was speaking in the abstract, just acknowledging his looks from an impersonal standpoint. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Anakin was acutely aware of how attractive his master was. He’d been attracted to him since he’d been old enough to be attracted to anyone at all. Seeing his master flirted with by others, even if they wouldn’t get anywhere, always brought his attraction to the surface. Butting its ugly head in as though to say, if they can do it, why can’t I?
“I almost wish I wasn’t your master right now, maybe I wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable,” Obi-Wan mumbled out loud as he struggled to remove his clothing. Just how much had Obi-Wan had to drink?
Anakin lifted an inquisitive eyebrow at him, walking across the room to start helping him unfasten his leather belt, saying, “Uncomfortable? What do you feel uncomfortable about?”
Obi-Wan huffed and let his old padawan assist him, hanging on to Anakin’s wrists like they were there to stabilize him. Anakin stayed focused on the job but internally delighted in how liberal Obi-Wan was being with his touches.
“I need to piss incredibly bad, and I don’t want to have to do it in front of my own padawan.”
Anakin chuckled and reminded him, “You have before.”
“That was an accident,” Obi-Wan said, cringing slightly at the memory.
Anakin enjoyed the memory as it spilled back into his mind. They had been on a mission and Obi-Wan had thought Anakin was out picking up parts only to be met with his padawan’s large shocked eyes as he watched his master sitting on the toilet taking a long leak with his eyes closed and practically moaning at the relief. Anakin stood there for almost thirty full seconds as he watched Obi-Wan with his pants pulled down, moaning to himself as his stream went everywhere. It had given him a hard on then, and many times since whenever Anakin thought about it in the privacy of his own quarters.
The most exciting part had been that when Obi-Wan finally opened his eyes, he hadn’t tried to cover up or hide right away. He’d looked at him, still pissing but with less force, and finished before he shooed him away. Too preoccupied with finishing to let him interrupt. It wasn’t the last time he’d seen his master pee over the years, as the inconvenience of war time meant you didn’t always get the luxury of having privacy or a proper toilet.
It had become a thing, for Anakin at least. Wanting to catch his master peeing in strange places. There were so many things he wasn’t allowed to have when it came to Obi-Wan that it felt like the one thing he could have. Even if that sounded a little sick. And now here Obi-Wan was teasing him with the one thing he craved the most.
“You’re going to let something like that keep you from taking a piss? Don’t be such a prude, I dare you to do it again in front of me,” Anakin said.
Obi-Wan tutted his tongue at Anakin, rolling his eyes, as he said, “Absolutely not. I’ll wait until you go to bed to take a piss. Really, Anakin. Did I raise a pervert?”
Yes.
“Well, if you think you can wait that long, be my guest. But I think you don’t mind being watched. You had a nice big smile on your face all night when those people were ogling you tonight. I think I even saw you wiggle your ass at one of them. You’re telling me that’s the same guy who can’t even relieve himself in front of someone he’s known his whole life?”
Obi-Wan looked affronted and said, “I absolutely did not!”
“Yeah, you did,” Anakin countered simply. “And as for that one mission, when you left the door wide open, well…”
“Well what?”
Obi-Wan had come to stand in front of Anakin again, out of his boots and the upper layers of his standard outfit, and smelling a little of the drinks he’d been having that night. Anakin wanted to kiss him.
“I don’t think you’re that embarrassed about pissing in front of me. That’s all.”
Obi-Wan tilted his chin up in defiance, staring right up at Anakin as he said, “Oh yeah? How would you know that?”
Anakin remembered how his master’s pussy had looked as it flowed and felt himself starting to get hard in his pants. If he was that nervous about pissing in front of Anakin, then he wouldn’t have finished when he saw him watching. And it wasn’t the last time that Anakin had caught him like he’d said. He and Obi-Wan had been playing this little game of Anakin stumbling into him while he was pissing all throughout the war. Was Obi-Wan really going to play dumb about it?
Anakin loomed over Obi-Wan, emboldened by the conversation topic that a few drinks and an apparently full bladder had finally allowed them to have.
“How do I know you’re not embarrassed to piss in front of me? Because I’ve seen you,” Anakin said in a deep voice, close to his ear. “I’ve seen you pissing against trees, on the dirt, that time you went inside the hot springs on Piringiisi, squatting down right next to your men and making them all have to avert their eyes.”
Obi-Wan flushed and had nothing to say in response because it was true. Anakin had collected an entire personal album of memories of watching his master relieve himself, and their eyes had met many of those times. Obi-Wan wanted to pretend to be innocent, pretend to be a master with propriety but the fact was that Anakin had been watching him for a long while. It was the only outlet he had when he craved intimate encounters with the man who had raised him.
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan whispered like he was shocked they were even talking about this. “Just how many times have you peeped at me?”
Anakin’s voice cracked as he said, “Every chance that I get.”
A curious expression came over Obi-Wan’s face then, almost as though he was internalizing the admission. Anakin knew from experience that Obi-Wan often found ways to ignore messy emotions, including (and especially) his own. Acknowledging anything less than proper between them went against everything Obi-Wan believed in. And yet Anakin knew the weight of his eyes when they played these little games and could see in them, both then and now, that Obi-Wan wanted intimacy too.
Anakin tentatively wrapped his hands around Obi-Wan’s waist and breathed for a few seconds, waiting to be pushed away. But Obi-Wan didn’t. For a few prolonged moments, nothing happened but then Obi-Wan changed his life by asking a simple question.
“Would you like to watch me, Anakin?”
Anakin’s heart beat so fast it felt ready to burst in his chest. It felt impossible that they had finally reached this point. Anakin thanked the force for lowered inhibitions and nodded his head.
“Yes. Yes, I do. Here and now.”
Obi-Wan shifted in his hold and took one of Anakin’s hands to walk him a few meters across the room to where he was going to go. Obi-Wan let go of his hand and bit his lip for a moment before lowering his pants down off his feet, followed by a white colored pair of panties.
Anakin inhaled sharply when he saw the perfect nest of dark blonde curls above his master’s pussy and thought he could be satisfied from just this. Just looking at the V between his master’s legs and his closed slit while he let him.
Obi-Wan hooked his panties in one finger and gave them to Anakin, still warm, with a little smile on his face. Anakin nuzzled into them with a groan, inhaling his master’s scent. His pupils dilated as the delicate fragrance of his master’s pussy washed over him. Fuck…
Obi-Wan covered his hand with one of his own and brought them down from his nose, information him that he couldn’t wait any longer and that if he was going to watch then he needed to watch right now.
Obi-Wan bent his knees over the squat and positioned himself over it, which left his pussy perfectly viewable to Anakin in all its pretty off-limits glory. Anakin crouched so that he could see better and so that Obi-Wan could rest his hand on his shoulder to stabilize himself, still a little wobbly from all the alcohol he’d consumed. Anakin wished he could wrap one of his own hands around Obi-Wan’s knee to encourage him, but he didn’t want to make him nervous.
God, he must have had to go badly because instantly a spurt of urine jetted below him into the hole, splashing off it audibly. Anakin bit his lip hard and watched with complete attention as though he was witnessing a divine revelation. For him, it wasn’t a dissimilar experience.
Obi-Wan made sure to keep his top pulled up to avoid any being splashed onto him, and he tilted his head up with a slight moan as he pissed hard. Anakin felt his cock rising uncomfortably in his pants, and he was absolutely transfixed by the sights and sounds of his master doing such an intimate act.
It wasn’t about the piss, not exactly anyway. It was about seeing his master be so vulnerable in front of him, doing a private life-sustaining act that clearly brought him relief. Anakin watched his master’s piss flood into the hole beneath them and cherished every drop of it. It was his first piss show done with full intention, and it went on and on to Anakin's perverse fascination.
Obi-Wan’s hand knotted in Anakin’s shirt, pulling on it as he peed with his padawan’s support. The stream started to weaken and then eventually faltered in messy little droplets until it came to a stop. Anakin stared at Obi-Wan’s pussy like it was the one he’d come from. Completely captivated and appreciative, almost in love.
When he dragged his eyes up to Obi-Wan’s face, he found his master blushing, flushed with relief, and smiling in a familiar way. It was a pseudo afterglow that came after the sweet release of a full bladder. It was almost infectious to look at, and Anakin smiled back at him, glad to have been allowed to be here for this.
“Do you mind…?” Obi-Wan asked him, tilting his chin over to the roll on the side.
Anakin reached for it and was just about to hand it over to him when a burning thought occurred to him. Using both hands, Anakin wrapped the soft paper around his hand two, three times and then looked Obi-Wan right in the eyes as he swiped it over his wet pussy.
Obi-Wan gasped at the sudden touch, eyes widening as he realized that his padawan was actually wiping him. How shameful he must have felt, but Anakin didn’t care. He made sure his master was nice and dry and disposed of the damp wad as he helped his master stand up, not allowing him to pull his pants back up yet. Anakin flushed and walked his master over to the sink.
They washed their hands together, Obi-Wan’s smaller hands between Anakin’s larger ones, and Anakin let his hips bump up against Obi-Wan's backside. Obi-Wan must have been able to feel how hard he was because he laughed nervously, naked from the waist down.
They were stood in front of a mirror flat on the wall of their lodgings, and they looked at each other through it. Anakin hooked his chin over Obi-Wan’s shoulder and unabashedly stared down at his pussy in the mirror. He could feel Obi-Wan’s eyes on him, watching him watching him.
“You’re hard, Anakin,” he whispered, and Anakin just bit his teeth lightly into his shoulder until Obi-Wan closed his eyes.
“If you don’t want to do anything more, we don’t have to,” Anakin said. “But I really think we should. I think we’d both like it. You know what I did after I caught you in the fresher the first time? I touched myself. I went outside and jacked myself off right there. And I’m going to do it right now thinking about your pretty pussy pissing unless you tell me you want me to stay.”
Obi-Wan reopened his eyes and met Anakin’s in the mirror. All of the strange feelings that had been building between them over the years was plain for them to see.
“Did it feel good knowing that I was watching?” Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan took so long to respond that Anakin thought he wasn’t going to but eventually he nodded.
“All those times I caught you peeing, did it turn you on too?”
Obi-Wan’s face contorted from humiliation. He nodded at that too.
Anakin groaned into his shoulder and snapped his hips forward into Obi-Wan’s ass. His master was really too much of a slut for him to tolerate.
“Do you want me to touch your pussy, Master?” Anakin asked and then added on, “Use your words.”
Obi-Wan warred with himself internally but admitted to what they both knew at this point was true. Yes, he did want Anakin to touch him. He wanted Anakin to watch him, want him, and caress his heated parts until all his worries slipped away. He just needed Anakin to be the one to initiate it.
“I’m going to touch your pussy now,” Anakin said and his hand went around and between his parted thighs to rub gently over his soft folds.
Obi-Wan groaned and leaned his head back onto Anakin’s shoulder, face turned into his neck. Anakin didn’t stop stroking over his master’s pussy though, feeling his silky labia and caressing his slit until it started to gradually get wet. His Stewjoni master had such a delicious, greedy pussy, and it responded to his fingers like it had been waiting a long time to be touched.
Anakin’s cock ached inside the prison of his own pants but he ignored it in favor of pleasing his master. When his glistening folds were wet enough, Anakin’s fingers folded easily inside Obi-Wan’s soaking wet cunt, first one then two fingers. Anakin thrusted them inside at a measured pace, savoring the feeling of his hot clenching walls around his knuckles.
Obi-Wan trembled against him, and Anakin used his other hand to pull Obi-Wan’s shirt up to his mouth. Obi-Wan obediently bit onto it. It left Obi-Wan’s beautiful chest on display in the mirror and his tits jostled enticingly each time Anakin pushed his fingers inside. Fuck, his master had such a lovely body, even better than in his fantasies. He was mature with a soft pouch about his pussy mound, and his blonde body hair made Anakin throb in his pants.
Obi-Wan snaked a hand behind himself and squeezed the bulge in Anakin’s pants. Anakin growled and thrusted hard into his smaller hand, never ceasing his incessant finger banging of his pussy. Anakin had everything he had ever dreamed about right in front of him and on lewd display in the mirror. He needed to relieve the pressure in his balls.
“You like master’s body, honey?” Obi-Wan whispered.
Anakin growled like a beast and matched his dirty talk, saying, “Yeah, I do. You like my stiff cock, Master?”
Obi-Wan bit his lip and hummed out something that sounded affirmative through his shirt. Anakin slipped his fingers out of his master’s pussy and turned him around by the hips so that they were facing each other. Obi-Wan’s eyes popped open wide at suddenly being face to face.
“You want my cock?”
There was no hiding behind anything now. No mirror to make it feel like it was all happening to someone else. Obi-Wan pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor so that he was naked. Anakin grabbed his full hips with his hands and pulled their bodies together tightly.
“Yes, baby, I have for a long time,” Obi-Wan whispered.
Anakin threw off his robes and almost tore at them in his haste to take them off. He dropped his pants to the floor and felt the length of his cock spring out of his underwear and smack into his toned stomach. Obi-Wan’s mouth fell open when he saw his padawan’s erection for the first time, and Anakin felt a deep satisfaction that they were both naked together. Master and padawan.
Obi-Wan looked down past the dark hair in his groin, licking his lips and then smiling up at him shyly.
“Did watching me piss earlier turn you on so much?”
“Yeah, it did. I told you I liked it. That and getting my fingers inside you, getting to see you naked. You make me so fucking hard, Master, it’s driving me crazy,” Anakin admitted.
Obi-Wan seemed pleased by that, and he rested his hands against Anakin’s stomach as he lowered himself to the ground in front of his padawan. It felt crazy doing this when just a curtain separated them from where other people might be passing by. Obi-Wan kissed Anakin’s thigh, and his soft beard hair tickled it, making Anakin’s cock jump in the air above him. Was his master really about to—
Anakin groaned deeply as his warm mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. Obi-Wan suckled on the head of his dick and then he bobbed his head down a few inches. The suction and warmth was unlike anything Anakin had ever felt before, and his face crumpled in pleasurable agony as his wildest fantasies came to life.
Obi-Wan sucked on his cock like he’d sucked on cock before. He nursed on it like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. His right hand wrapped around his hanging balls and massaged them as he sucked up and down the extended length. Anakin was holding it together far better than he imagined he would have, but when Obi-Wan blinked up at him with his lovely eyes, Anakin fisted his hands in his air and came. He couldn’t fucking help it.
He moaned shook as his balls drew up against his body and unloaded string after string of sperm into his master’s waiting mouth. Obi-Wan swallowed it down greedily and used his hand to squeeze the very last bit of it onto his tongue, and god, how was Anakin supposed to live knowing what his master looked like serving his cock?
Anakin was flushed red, and his abdominal muscles were twitching like he had been electrocuted by something. Obi-Wan crouched on his knees like a professional slut and stuck out his tongue to show that he had swallowed every drop of it. Anakin’s cock gave a valiant twitch but before it could get hard again, he had to take care of something first.
“Mmm, I loved that. I need to piss again though. I haven’t gone since the party. What would you like me to do with it, Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, caressing the side of his face with his hand.
Obi-Wan had his hand in between his thighs and it was moving slowly but intentionally over his clit. It wasn’t his rational brain doing the thinking, it was his primal desire. Obi-Wan didn’t need to think about it for long. Anakin felt his body heating up as Obi-Wan told him, “Do it. Come back to the toilet and piss on me.”
Anakin pictured it in his head and the thought was so arousing that he knew he needed to do it now before he was too hard to piss. Anakin grabbed onto Obi-Wan’s face with his fingers squeezing his cheeks and dragged him over to the toilet where he released him. They must have looked completely debauched, both naked with Obi-Wan aggressively being led to the toilet for a second piss encounter.
Obi-Wan moaned at the manhandling and positioned himself over the toilet like earlier except now he was fully naked. Anakin took hold of Obi-Wan’s hair in one hand and pulled on it to keep him looking up at Anakin as he used his other hand to wrap around his dick and aim it down.
The pressure from the amount he drank (all non-alcoholic but still) was building up in his bladder. He tightened his hold in Obi-Wan’s hair until he whimpered and then finally he let his bladder go. A spurt of piss hit the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh first, running down the side of it into the waiting toilet. It splashed off Obi-Wan in warm rivulets and Obi-Wan moaned at the feeling, making Anakin push out even more.
He aimed his stream and pissed on his master’s soft stomach so that it dribbled down in between his thighs, and when Obi-Wan opened up his pussy with his fingers, it hit exactly where they wanted it. Anakin’s piss streamed right against Obi-Wan’s clit, and Obi-Wan moaned wantonly like he was being mindbroken just by the sensation.
When Obi-Wans hand slipped from the wetness, closing his slit from Anakin’s stream, Anakin tightened his hand on his hair until Obi-Wan obediently opened himself back up for it. After a few moments of pissing there, Anakin tilted his cock up so that it sprayed against his master’s hairy chest, drenching his chest so that it ran down his body in perverse rivulets.
Obi-Wan stayed put where he was until Anakin yanked him upwards to stand over the toilet. Anakin stepped up close and pressed his cock right against Obi-Wan’s pussy, pissing on it some more. Anakin felt his body tingling all over as Obi-Wan moaned softly and reached his hand down into the stream to play with his clit.
Anakin needed his master so bad. It was only because his master had made them wait so long that Anakin's desire had perverted into this. Anakin pissed on him in punishment, letting out all his forbidden dark emotions, and Obi-Wan received it all. Anakin's piss stream eventually started to trickle to an end.
Then Obi-Wan did the unthinkable: he brought his drenched fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them.
Anakin watched with wide eyes as his master, the man who raised him, sucked his piss of his fingers like it was nectar. He didn’t furrow his eyebrows at the taste or cringe in any way. Obi-Wan cleaned it off like it was another one of those delicious drinks he’d had earlier than evening, like it was honey in his tea.
Anakin snapped. Urgently, Anakin pushed Obi-Wan up against the wall so that his face was resting against it. Obi-Wan bent his back and wiggled his hips back and forth, and Anakin just couldn’t take it anymore. He wrapped a hand around himself and aimed it right at his pussy and pushed it inside.
Fuck...
Both of them groaned as finally they were joined in the most intimate way that they could be joined. The wetness from Obi-Wan’s pussy combined with Anakin’s piss made the slide in so smooth. Despite the lubrication, Obi-Wan trembled as his pussy was stretched around his padawan’s large cock.
Anakin had been with Obi-Wan every day for months, and he knew it had been at least that long since Obi-Wan had been with someone. If not longer. His pussy felt tight around him, and Anakin felt a wildness in his eyes as he shoved forward until his thighs met Obi-Wan’s soft bum.
“You’re mine now,” Anakin whispered into his ear when he fully bottomed out.
Obi-Wan cried out and pushed his hand behind him between their bodies to try to separate them just a bit. Clearly overwhelmed by the suddenness of being filled. Anakin put his hand on the side of Obi-Wan’s head, keeping him pressed against the wall, and he walked forward another half step so that they were even tighter together.
“Fuck,” Obi-Wan moaned out in a broken voice but removed his hand when he realized Anakin was going to take him like this. He braced his hands against the wall after a moment, so Anakin started to fuck him.
He fucked his master hard, without expertise, yet with complete enthusiasm. His cock was hard as a rock and rammed straight inside of his master’s wet pussy, making loud squelching sounds between them. Anakin felt Obi-Wan reach down between his legs and move it around in circles fast, rubbing himself. Their initial fascination with each other’s pissing habits had exploded into the most forbidden thing they could do together, having fullblown intercourse with their master and padawan.
Anakin gripped Obi-Wan’s hips a little harshly and pulled him back hard to meet his thrusts. His foreskin pulled back inside of Obi-Wan's pussy, and the sensitive glans dragged against his master’s heat. The burning inside Anakin’s gut drove him forward again and again, and he guiltily started to make up his mind to cum inside him because he might never have another chance. He would totally and completely own Obi-Wan. At least tonight.
Anakin’s cock began to grow even harder inside his master. He entered him roughly, using his full weight to bear into him, partly to fuck him and partly to stop him from getting away from his thrusts. He wasn’t going to give up this experience until he’d had and owned every bit of his master.
Anakin put his mouth against Obi-Wan’s ear and whispered, “Is this what you wanted? You've wanted to be a piss slut for me?”
Obi-Wan trembled against him and moaned “yes, yesyesyes”.
Anakin groaned and fucked harder into him. He pulled back to watch his cock enter Obi-Wan, pull out of him glistening, and enter again. Obi-Wan panted in his arms. His chest heaved in front of him, tits jiggling and swaying with each of Anakin’s thrusts. Their lust combined together, amplifying, until Obi-Wan was fucking back just as hard, gasping as he pressed his ass back to meet Anakin’s furious thrusts.
God, his master was such a slut...
Obi-Wan brought his fingers up to his mouth, and he sucked on them like he was still trying to get the last flavor of Anakin off. And that was enough.
Suddenly Anakin’s thighs shook as he felt his balls twitch against Obi-Wan’s cunt, and his cock started unloading in great spurts right inside his master's pussy. Spurt after spurt spewed inside of his tight master, and Anakin groaned behind him, holding him still to take it all. Obi-Wan breathed hard, gasping as he got filled, and shuddered out his own orgasm, loving the feel of his padawan’s cum inside him. Their climaxes lasted longer than they ever had, their faces tight with orgasm and then gradually relaxing as they rode the waves of it together.
Anakin leaned forward onto Obi-Wan, squishing him between the wall and his body as the urgency of the fuck started to pass. His heart thumped against Obi-Wan’s back. They breathed together. In and out. Coming down from it.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan shook his head as Anakin’s cock stayed inside of him, plugging him up even as it softened. “No, dear one, you didn’t,” he gasped.
Anakin panted over him, his cock twitching inside and appreciating every second of the heat in his master, the soft wet openness. If only he could stay inside his master like this forever…
“Are we going to be alright tomorrow?” Obi-Wan asked him, and Anakin didn’t like the sound in his voice, like he was nervous. And when Obi-Wan followed up, it made him like it even less. “Please don’t hate me in the morning.”
Anakin kissed his master’s shoulder briefly before letting his cock pull out of his pussy, bringing a flood of cum to drip down their legs. Anakin hugged Obi-Wan from behind, pulling him back from the wall so he could rest more comfortably against Anakin’s warm body.
“I could never hate you, Master,” Anakin said simply. He thought he heard a small sob, and it made his heart ache. “Master?”
“Shhh, it’s okay, Anakin. I’m alright.”
“Are you feeling sorry about what we did together?”
Obi-Wan didn’t answer and Anakin hugged him tighter from behind, burying his face against his neck.
“It shouldn’t have happened. It was wrong,” Obi-Wan said finally.
“I’m not sorry,” Anakin said back, stubborn and resolute. He wouldn’t let his master be torn apart by guilt. He didn’t know how but he was going to make it better and he was going to have him again. Sooner or later. He knew that going back to just master and padawan couldn’t be enough.
“We’re both adults,” Anakin said.
Obi-Wan shook his head with an embittered laugh.
“That's exactly right. We’re both adults and we should both know better. I just let my own padawan fuck me...”
Anakin felt frustration at Obi-Wan's words, and he turned Obi-Wan around in his arms so that they could stand face to face with each other. The flushed appearance of Obi-Wan’s face had not yet faded from their coupling, and he looked so beautiful even as he struggled with his guilt.
“What kind of a master am I...?” Obi-Wan said. “I got drunk and pissed in front of you, then asked you to piss all over me, and then… I can’t even say it! What was I thinking?”
Anakin hugged him to his chest, and when he tried to push him away, he just held onto him tighter. Eventually Obi-Wan settled into his arms with his forehead against Anakin’s shoulder.
“You’re a good master,” Anakin said simply.
Obi-Wan tightly held onto him back like he meant to break Anakin’s ribs, and Anakin just stood and let them take comfort in each other. He didn’t want to have to pretend like tonight didn’t happen. He couldn’t pretend even if he wanted to.
Anakin tilted Obi-Wan’s face up and kissed him chastely on the lips. It is soft and a bit wet and perfect.
“It was perfect, Master. Yeah, you’re a tiny bit tipsy but I think this is something we both wanted for a long time and just needed to weaken our inhibitions to finally let it happen. I’ve wanted you like this forever,” Anakin said. “Who says that it’s wrong? It felt good to me. Every bit of it. You liked it too. Am I right?”
Obi-Wan nodded into his hands, his face still being held, and it made Anakin smile tenderly at him. Obi-Wan’s eyes drifted down and over to the side.
“Aren’t you even a little torn about it?” Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin thought about it and answered honestly, “No. Honestly the only thing I’m torn about is whether to do it again tonight or tomorrow.”
Obi-Wan pursed his lips in a hidden smile, pretend glowering at his antics, but Anakin could tell that it had made him feel better. And it made Anakin feel better to see him smile.
“You’re sure you won’t hate me?”
“Positive,” Anakin declared, stroking his hair lightly and loving the feeling of his master’s heart beating against his chest. He could get used to this. He planned to. “I couldn’t hate you if I tried. I’m not a kid anymore, Master, and also I didn’t drink anything at all so I really have no excuse,” he said chuckling. “Besides, who else can we trust with this, with wanting to watch each other piss? It's not exactly at the top of most people's list of wants, is it?”
Obi-Wan made an affronted noise and shook his head at Anakin with a disbelieving smile, apparently over his guilty conscience at least for the short while. Anakin kissed him one more time just because he could.
“So did you wanna take a shower?” he asked.
Obi-Wan looked at him like he’d asked something very stupid. Anakin just grinned.