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He groaned as someone left another file on his desk, the dull thunk reverberating around the room and his skull. Most of the time Obi-Wan liked his job - loved it, even - but right now he was feeling pressure from his higher-ups to over-perform and meet unrealistic metrics. The tension in his shoulders was getting tighter each day and he was starting to worry that he might actually tell his supervisor where he can shove his expectations.
In a desperate bid for some privacy while he recomposed himself, he got up and quietly closed his office door. Even though he knew his team would immediately see the vastly disused barrier as a sign something was wrong, it made him feel marginally more at ease. He felt better still, after he sunk into his worn desk chair and rested his forehead on the smooth wood in front of him. There was every chance he'd find himself in that position until the end of the work day if his computer hadn't let out a notification ding.
Rather than lifting his head to look, like an adult, he leaned his head to the side until one eye could see the screen. Like a tired adult. Energy coursed through his body when he saw who the Teams message was from, though.
Anakin.
Anakin had joined the company around the same time that Obi-Wan had, so when his old supervisor, Yoda, had placed the IT ticket for Obi-Wan's computer and cell phone Anakin had come up to shadow his own manager on the requisition process. Obi-Wan was immediately struck by how handsome Anakin was despite the unflattering polo shirt he wore - seriously, weren't nerds supposed to look dorky or something? - but once he was promoted to managing his own team (and had to fill out his own requisitions for them) he learned how funny and brilliant the other man was.
Really, no one could blame him for developing a little crush.
He only found himself encouraged, anyway, by the warm smiles and private looks that Anakin would send his way whenever they saw each other. It had never moved past those too-brief interactions until a week ago when his newest employee, Cal, asked Anakin what he did with all the outdated equipment when there was an organization-wide upgrade.
Obi-Wan had known from his first interview that Cal would be a bright and clever addition to their team, but he never dreamed he would benefit Obi-Wan on a personal level.
"I sort through everything and see what's working, what needs some repairs, and what's dead. I fix what I can, and I take everything that can be repurposed to different non-profits and schools in the area." Anakin popped his head out from behind the monitor he'd just finished setting up. "The stuff that can't be fixed I scrap for parts and then recycle what I don't need with a buddy of mine who does sculpture work."
Before Obi-Wan registered his mouth was open, he was half way through a question of his own. "Are you only interested in the old equipment from our company? Or would any outdated electronics be helpful?"
So Obi-Wan found himself promising an eager Anakin that he would bring in the box of old computers and accessories he had amassed when he went on an overdue purge of the home offices at his and his father's houses. When the folders had started making their way to Obi-Wan's desk he hoped that taking the box down would give him a pleasant excuse to leave his office for a while.
A. Skywalker: I should be in my office all day, you can bring the box down whenever!
Very pleasant indeed.
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While Obi-Wan had never been to Anakin's office specifically, he knew where the IT department was located. With a quick "Skyguy's lair is over there" and a thumb in the right direction from the girl at the front desk, Obi-Wan was wheeling the loaded cart to the only person in the building he was looking forward to seeing today. He had briefly considered leaving the cart in the hallway and carrying the box in to make himself seem more impressive, but ultimately dismissed it when he remembered how awkward the heavy box was. It wouldn't do to have it pull on his shirt in an unattractive manner, or worse, if he dropped it on his - or Anakin's - foot.
There was a moment where Obi-Wan got to admire the look of focus on Anakin's face while he worked on something at a bench before the head popped up and he was greeted by a dazzling smile.
"Obi-Wan, hey!" The younger man got up and walked around to where Obi-Wan had stopped. "What'd you bring me?"
Without waiting for an answer, Anakin reached down and picked up the box in question and set it onto a nearby surface. Obi-Wan's mind went blank while he worked to process how effortless Anakin made that seem. The only indication that the box was heavy - and Obi-Wan knew first hand that it was - was the bunch and flex of well defined muscles along his arms, fully on display in the white undershirt he was sporting.
"Oh, wow, some of this stuff is vintage." Anakin carefully took out each item in the box and gave it a thorough inspection before setting it down on the counter and selecting another one, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at each one.
Loathe to leave, especially when the younger man was so happy and excited, Obi-Wan took the opportunity to wander over to the small cluster of photographs pinned to a board near the work station Anakin was at when he first arrived. They all seemed to feature two children, a boy and a girl, and most of them also included Anakin, the trio laughing with the same grin. Anakin must have noticed that Obi-Wan was no longer near him and he came over to look at the pictures with him, a smile on his face.
"Luke and Leia," he pointed to each one. "My kids. Twins. They're six now, I still can't believe it."
"They're very cute," Obi-Wan told him. And he meant it. Their eyes sparkled with the same mischief he'd come to recognize in their father and they both had sporadic gaps in their smiles where they must have lost some of their baby teeth. He pointed to one picture in particular, Leia making a funny face at the camera while Luke stood behind her holding her chocolate braids off to the side and his own blonde locks sticking up in every direction. "They look very happy. You must be a great daddy."
Obi-Wan hadn't meant to refer to Anakin as 'daddy', but it had become such a prominent aspect of his, embarrassingly frequent, fantasies that he was just relieved he didn't say it in a more… awkward context or make the other man feel uncomfortable. Instead of discomfort, Anakin chuckled and leaned into Obi-Wan's arm, their bodies pressed in a line hip to shoulder.
"Force, they haven't called me 'daddy' in a while now." He shook his head. "Our neighbor is an exchange student from Germany and the twins are obsessed with her - especially her accent. They've never really met anyone with a different accent than them yet, you know? So when they heard her call her dad 'Vater' they needed to know what that meant and why she was calling him that. Ever since then they refuse to call me anything else." He let his voice take on a high pitched mockery of a child, "Vater, can we play outside? Vater, I want pancakes for breakfast."
Obi-Wan couldn't stifle his grin if he tried. "That sounds adorable."
"It is pretty cute. My ex-wife - their mom - thinks it's hilarious and keeps encouraging it." Anakin stayed pressed against his side, warmth seeping into Obi-Wan despite the layers of clothing between them. Between that and the casual mention of an ex-wife Obi-Wan decided that he may as well see how far he could get. In for a penny, in for a pound, and all that.
"So, then, does anyone else call you Daddy?"
Obi-Wan wasn't sure what he was expecting in response, but it wasn't this. Anakin looked sharply over at him, his face going from innocent mirth to what he could only describe as predatory in a matter of seconds. Those bright eyes quickly looked him up and down before a smirk spread across his lips.
"Not yet," he said, lifting his hand and settling it along Obi-Wan's hip. "Are you free Saturday night?"
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Obi-Wan nervously smoothed down the front of his shirt again. It was the third one he'd put on over the last hour, but he told himself that he'd stick with it no matter what. It was a well-worn and soft button down in a jewel toned teal that he'd been told on many occasions brings out his eyes, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and paired with well fitting jeans and black boots. He thought he was managing the balance of casual and dressed up quite nicely.
He checked his watch again and to both his relief and nervousness he realized that Anakin would be arriving to pick him up any minute. Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and counted to ten, willing his heart to slow down. After all, Anakin had asked him out. And their normal, playful banter had continued until he had finally forced himself to go back up to the dreaded files on his desk - grumbling about it while he said his goodbyes and Anakin chuckled.
Obi-Wan was pulled from the pleasant memory by a knock on his front door. If he had thought Anakin was beautiful in the clothes he wore to work then outside of the office he was downright otherworldly.
His legs were wrapped in form fitting black jeans that made them seem to go on for miles, the bottom cuffs tucked neatly into a pair of his own black boots. A burgundy t-shirt stretched across his broad chest and a comfortable looking bomber jacket in a dark navy framed his shoulders beautifully. To top it all off, he held a small bouquet of flowers in his hand that he quickly passed along to Obi-Wan.
"Oh, what's this?" Obi-Wan said in surprise, holding the buds up to his nose. "These are lovely, thank you."
Obi-Wan gestured for Anakin to follow as he turned back into his house and dug around for a vase.
"Luke and Leia heard me telling Padmé - their mom - that I had a date this weekend, and once we explained what a date was they insisted that I needed to bring you flowers to make sure you liked me." He grinned at the older man while he filled the vase from the tap. "So I enlisted their help and the three of us went out into Padmé's garden and picked you what they decided were the most beautiful ones."
Obi-Wan felt like his heart was simultaneously going to explode and melt and took extra care in setting down the full vase on his coffee table before turning to the younger man. He wrapped his arms around Anakin's neck and buried his face into the shoulder of his jacket.
"Tell Luke and Leia that I love the flowers and that they succeeded in helping to make sure I like you." His voice came out muffled but he still received warm arms around his waist and what felt like a brief press of lips to the top of his head.
"C'mon, sweetheart, we're going to be late for dinner."
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The way Anakin drove struck Obi-Wan as so Anakin - his left hand casually gripping the steering wheel and his right wrist resting on the gearshift between them until he slid his hand over to hold Obi-Wan's on the older man's thigh. A thrill ran down Obi-Wan's spine at the contact before warmth bloomed from the casual intimacy of the gesture.
"Did you get to all those files you were complaining about when you left my cave on Thursday?" Anakin asked with a quick glance his way.
Obi-Wan groaned and let his head fall back against the headrest and his eyes slide closed. "Ugh, yes. It was torture, but I managed to get through everything before leaving Friday."
"Good boy," Anakin rumbled.
Obi-Wan squirmed a little in his seat, the warmth he had been feeling morphing into a sharper heat that he felt climbing his cheeks. Anakin glanced his way and rubbed a callused thumb across his knuckles in question.
Was that okay? He seemed to be asking.
Obi-Wan squeezed his hand reassuringly. Yes.
"Hopefully the rest of the week was a little easier for you, at least." Anakin carried on, to Obi-Wan’s gratitude.
"Infinitely."
They carried on the conversation about work until they pulled up to a cute little pub. Once Anakin parked the car he rushed to unbuckle and hurried out of his seat, leaving Obi-Wan confused until his door was opened for him and a hand was offered, palm up. He blushed again but couldn't hide the small, pleased smile the sweet gesture elicited.
Anakin led them inside and to an empty booth along the wall. The lighting was dimmed to give the room an air of intimacy without being low enough to hinder a patrons vision, warm wall sconces and eclectic lamps hanging over each table making everything glow. Obi-Wan thought he could hear the crack and roll of a game of pool from another room.
"The menu isn't large or fancy," Anakin started, pushing a copy towards Obi-Wan to look over. "But I haven't had a bad meal here yet."
Obi-Wan picked up the laminated sheet. It was a little tattered but it wasn't sticky and there didn't seem to be any mystery stains. After a moment of silent perusal, Anakin spoke up again. "What are you thinking?"
"Hmmmm. I'm trying to decide between the fish and chips and a club sandwich."
Anakin sent him a beaming smile and set his own menu down. "Why don't we get both and split them?"
When a waiter came by almost immediately, Anakin went ahead and order their food and his own drink while Obi-Wan looked at their selection of beer on tap. It was nice, Anakin finding the balance at once between taking care of him and being uncomfortably possessive. Obi-Wan felt like he could take a metaphorical step back while Anakin handled this moment of his life without feeling powerless. It felt like a breath of fresh air.
The conversation over dinner was light and comfortable. Anakin freely offered stories of Luke and Leia's mischief and in exchange Obi-Wan told him about his father and friends. Initially nervous about Padmé, Obi-Wan was happy to hear that the younger man had split amicably with his ex-wife and that Padmé had been encouraging Anakin to ask out his "cute account manager" for a while now.
"She's stopped asking how you are because she was getting tired of me 'going on and on about this man without doing anything about it, Ani.'" Anakin took a final drink of his beer and smirked. "Thankfully, her husband Palo is a good guy and also doesn't hesitate to push her buttons, so he's always asked."
Obi-Wan let out a full belly laugh. "Believe me, I understand. My good friend, Satine, has become quite frustrated with me as well." He affected a poor imitation of her voice, "'Obi-Wan, honestly. You're a grown man. Either do something about this or move on with your life.'" He hesitated a moment before looking down and going on. "The only difference is that I never waited for her to ask before mentioning you in conversation."
Anakin reached out and grabbed the hand Obi-Wan didn't have around his empty glass, food long gone and bill already settled.
"You been talking about me, baby?" His voice rumbled and caused Obi-Wan's breath to catch in his throat.
Obi-Wan licked his lips nervously before taking the inevitable plunge, breathing out "Yeah, Daddy."
Anakin's fingers tightened around Obi-Wan's and his eyes became darker, almost dangerous. Without a word he nodded for Obi-Wan to get up and helped him slide out of the booth. That large hand found Obi-Wan's lower back once more and before he knew it they were driving down the street back to his house.
Once again Anakin came around and opened Obi-Wan's car door for him and helped him out. This time, though, he tucked the older man fully against him with his arm wrapped around him and fingers gripping deliciously into his hip. Once they stepped across the threshold Obi-Wan felt the door at his back and heard a soft click of the lock.
"You've been so good for me all night, baby," Anakin breathed into his ear. "Do you want to show me your room? Let me take care of you?"
Obi-Wan vaguely heard a whimper escape his lips and nodded.
"Use your words, Obi-Wan."
He swallowed thickly and sunk more fully into the body surrounding him. "Yes, Daddy."
Anakin abruptly pulled away and swung his arm out in an after you. Obi-Wan pushed himself away from the door and led them through his cozy living room and down the hall to the master bedroom. This room more than anything was what made him purchase the house. Obi-Wan had always been very indulgent in his sleep, and his bedroom was spacious enough for both his plush king bed and the cozy settee he favored for reading. The closet was ridiculously large, and the pocket door he rarely closed led to the bathroom of his dreams, complete with a large soaking tub and a separate walk in shower that could easily fit three.
Anakin's eyes quickly scanned over the room before crowding Obi-Wan over to the bed and pushing him onto it, both of them kicking off of their shoes before settling in the middle. Obi-Wan felt himself sink into the mattress, Anakin's weight pushing him wonderfully into the cushion top.
"You've been driving me crazy for years, baby, and then you go and start calling me 'Daddy?'" He nipped at the hinge of Obi-Wan's jaw roughly. "What should Daddy do with you?"
Obi-Wan felt his lips part around a soft noise. "Anything, Daddy, please." He hooked his leg around Anakin's calf. "Jus' want you."
"It's okay, baby, you've got me," Anakin pressed his palm against Obi-Wan's ribs, grounding him in a way he didn't realize he needed. "And Daddy's got you. I'm going to take care of you, my good boy."
Obi-Wan arched into the hands branding him through his shirt. His clothes felt too hot and too constrictive around his body, almost suffocating. With a displeased sound at the back of his throat he made weak attempts to pull his shirt from his body, earning a chuckle from his companion even as those lovely hands quickly un-did the buttons. He was soon divested of the clinging fabric and felt Anakin's fingers start working on his jeans after a quick affirmative from Obi-Wan.
The relief of freedom from a majority of his clothing was immediate, and Obi-Wan sighed happily as Anakin drank in the sight of him eagerly. "Fuck, Obi-Wan." Anakin's hands ran up and down his torso - softer with age than it had been when he was in his twenties, but he had long since overcome that insecurity - drifting to brush over already stiff nipples and pet through the ginger curls on his chest. "You're stunning, baby."
Obi-Wan felt the blush stain his cheeks and neck even as he couldn't stop his hips from squirming in pleasure. "Thank you, Daddy." He lifted his own hands to Anakin's waist. "Please, I want to see you, too."
Anakin made quick work of his own clothes, hopping up from the bed and stripping naked before settling back onto Obi-Wan and allowing the older man's hands to wander over the golden, sun-kissed skin before him. As if by a magnet, Obi-Wan's fingers were pulled down to Anakin's magnificent cock, jutting out from a bed of bronze curls.
"You like it, sweetheart?" Anakin said with a grunt and aborted thrust. Obi-Wan could only nod, eyes never leaving the prize in his hand. They only snapped up to Anakin's face when those delicious words kept leaving his mouth. "What should Daddy do with his cock? Hmm? I could fuck your fist, make a mess all over your soft skin. Or I could come up there and finally see how beautiful you look when you choke on it."
One of Anakin's hands reached down between them, passing Obi-Wan's fingers wrapped reverently around his length, and trailed his own fingertips down his perineum and to his hole, pushing ever so slightly so that Obi-Wan could feel the friction of his boxer briefs just inside his rim.
"Or should we put Daddy's cock in your little hole?"
If Obi-Wan had thought his mind was blissfully clear before, it was nothing compared to now. The only thought running through his head was Daddy's going to fill me up, Daddy's going to fill me up, Daddy's going to fill me up.
Something must have showed on his face - his jaw dropping open a little more, or his eyes fully glazing over - because Anakin's mouth twisted into a lopsided smirk and his fingers continued insistently pressing around his entrance.
"I thought so, baby, but you need to tell me what you want." Anakin finally pulled his hand away. "C'mon, use your words."
Breath hitching around his answer, Obi-Wan breathed out, "I want you in me, Daddy, please, fill me up."
"Good boy," Anakin growled and reached over to open the top drawer of the bedside table. He quickly found the almost-empty bottle of lube and ripped a condom packet from the strip, setting them next to Obi-Wan's thigh. "Why don't we take these off now?"
Obi-Wan arched his hips up while Anakin pulled his underwear down, careful of the elastic around his erection, and finally laid Obi-Wan bare to his gaze. Anakin picked the lube up and held it between them. "It looks like you've been busy, baby. Why don't you tell me what you've been using this for?"
The flush spread further down Obi-Wan's neck and he knew by now it would have reached his chest. Despite the embarrassment of the question - because of the embarrassment of the question - he felt precome bead up at his slit and slide down his length, no longer hindered.
Obi-Wan hesitated a beat too long and felt a sharp smack against the outside of his thigh. With a thin moan the words finally slipped past his lips, unable to be stopped once they started tumbling out. "I stretch myself open, Daddy, bury my fingers as deep as I can in my hole and pretend it's you, pretend it's your cock." He felt a finger trail up the length of his own cock, almost in reward. "Some- sometimes I get out my dildo and can really pretend it's you fucking me."
One of Anakin's hands gripped himself tightly at the base of his erection. "Do you use it to slick up your pretty cock? Fuck into your fist while you're filling up your greedy hole?"
Obi-Wan shook his head and felt tears start to prickle in his eyes from humiliation, his length twitching harshly at Anakin's words. "No, Daddy, I usually jus- just fuck my hole until I come."
Anakin's face screwed up in what would have been pain in any other context. He leaned down and sealed his mouth against Obi-Wan's, biting and licking at his lips until he was met with slack-jawed entrance. All too soon for Obi-Wan's liking he was pulling back. "Next time you're going to show me," he said, flicking open the cap on the lube and squeezing some out onto his fingers.
Obi-Wan could only nod dumbly as he felt chilled, slick fingers at his entrance, one immediately pressing in until he felt the last knuckle bump against his rim. He let out a series of gasps and little ah, ah, ah's as Anakin quickly and efficiently opened him up, his body relaxing into the stretch and pleasant burn. When Anakin pulled his fingers out of his body he let out a high whine and tried to close his thighs around his hand, as much as he could with Anakin kneeling between his legs.
"Sh, sh, shh. I've got you. Daddy's going to take care of you, baby."
Obi-Wan opened his eyes to the sound of tearing foil, unsure when they had actually closed to begin with, and watched as Anakin rolled the condom onto his flushed cock and used the rest of the lube on his fingers to slick himself up.
There was a heady pressure against his rim as Anakin lined himself up. "I'm going to take you just like this, baby, Daddy wants to watch you fall apart on his cock."
Jaw dropping around a guttural, almost animalistic noise, Obi-Wan felt sparks of pleasure cascading down his spine at the thrill of Anakin pressing into him, slow and steady. He faintly heard Anakin let out a strangled sound of his own as he bottomed out, pausing while they both adjusted around panting breaths.
Obi-Wan had been meticulous when he bought his dildo, wanting one that would provide the stretch that rode the line of pleasure-pain perfectly and that he could easily adjust to pummel his prostate. As soon as he felt Anakin slide into him, his swollen head pressed firmly against the spot that sent stars shooting across his eyelids, he knew he'd never find the same satisfaction in his toy again.
Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan saw Anakin's intense gaze already on him. "Move, Daddy."
Between the words and his reedy voice, Anakin's pupils eclipsed what was left of the blue surrounding them and his hips pulled back only to snap back against Obi-Wan's ass. Obi-Wan felt the blanket beneath him rub against his back as he was shifted up the bed from the force of Anakin's thrust. The younger man gripped his hip with his left hand and let the right one drop next to his head, his wrist pressing into a freckled shoulder providing another anchor to keep Obi-Wan's pliant body in place.
Anakin set a hard, steady pace pumping into the man beneath him and it almost seemed that Obi-Wan could feel him everywhere. Each time Anakin's cock was buried in him he swore it reached past where the heat was pooling in his gut all the way up into his throat. At least that would explain why all the sounds he was making were choked off.
"Fuck, baby, you take me so well, such a good boy for me." Anakin's breath was cascading across his ear and Obi-Wan felt a shudder ripple down his body. Despite how much of the younger man he could feel, Obi-Wan craved more of Anakin pressed against him, surrounding him, consuming him.
"Please, Daddy, touch me."
There was a sharp nip at his earlobe and a deep growl, "No. You come on my cock or you don't come at all."
With extreme effort, he reached his arms that had been laying next to him on the blanket, leaden, above him until his hands could drop over his head. Fully surrendering himself over to Anakin's use.
"Kriff." Anakin released his bruising grip on Obi-Wan's hip and hoisted his leg onto his shoulder, leaning into it to help hold him further open. "You're being such a good boy for me, Obi-Wan, taking me so well. Look at you, stretched so beautifully around my cock."
Obi-Wan felt those questing fingers at his rim again, petting around the skin that was being pulled so deliciously taut, and felt the simmering pleasure in his belly suddenly crash over him in waves. Vaguely thankful he had a house instead of an apartment, he let out a loud, drawn-out cry as he felt himself paint his abdomen in warm spend and grip tighter around Anakin inside of him.
The delicious drag of Anakin's cock became erratic until Obi-Wan felt it deeper than before and Anakin stilled above him. Obi-Wan could feel his cock twitching inside of him while Anakin came, and had presence of mind enough to mourn not feeling it paint his walls and claim him.
Instead of pulling out, Anakin coaxed them onto their sides while they came down from their pleasure, petting along Obi-Wan's temple and jaw the entire time. Obi-Wan nuzzled into his hands and smiled when he felt warm lips press against his face again and again, trailing closer until they reached his own. They basked in their soft, lingering kisses while their heart beats returned to normal and their breathing came easily again.
Eventually Obi-Wan felt Anakin soften enough to slip out of his abused hole and couldn't hold back a little pout of displeasure that greatly amused his partner.
"You're so sweet and expressive like this," Anakin whispered. "At work you're always hidden behind a professional mask." He thumbed at the edge of Obi-Wan's eye. "I can always tell what you're feeling here, though."
Much to Obi-Wan's dismay, Anakin got up to go into the bathroom, but he quickly came back, clean enough, and with a warm washcloth that he used on Obi-Wan's stomach and entrance. Once done he threw the cloth back onto the tiled floor to be dealt with later and got back into bed, pulling Obi-Wan into his arms.
Obi-Wan curled into his Daddy's warmth and pillowed his head onto his chest. "Can you stay tonight?"
"I'll stay as long as you'll have me, baby."