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Cody knocks twice on Obi-Wan’s door, his back perfectly straight and his heart racing. To an observer, he might look as though he is expecting some sort of reprimand. But under his bucket, Cody hasn’t been able to stop smiling for the past hour. It had been all he could do at their final debrief session of the day not to just drag Obi-Wan off and tell everyone who had a problem exactly how little he cares for their opinion. But he had behaved himself and now Cody has a comm set to ‘do not disturb’ and an invitation to his general’s private quarters.
A soft whoosh grants him entry and Cody steps inside. He removes his bucket before the door has even finished closing behind him.
Obi-Wan, as always, looks radiant. He must have been perusing something on his data pad moments before Cody entered, but the device is cast aside and he seems now to have eyes only for Cody. The soft intensity within them is enough to make his heart skip a beat. “You came,” he says, as if it’s a relief. As if there was any way Cody wouldn’t come, save for a severe emergency or fatal accident.
“You told me I could.”
“That you could, not that you had to.”
“And I wanted to.” He cuts himself off before he can let slip a customary ‘sir’. There is no one else here to listen in, no soldiers or council members or senators. No protocol and no chain of command. “We have nine and a half hours of free time before we have to leave for Coruscant, and I want to spend every last second of it with you,” he says, dropping his voice in an attempt at sounding enticing.
Lucky for him, it seems to work. Obi-Wan smiles playfully and steps in closer, close enough for Cody to see every blemish and every line on his perfect face. “Even if your men might notice you spent the night in my quarters? There may be talk.”
His breath smells like one of his more floral teas and his eyes sparkle with something Cody is fairly certain is desire. He still can’t quite believe that Obi-Wan wants him when he could surely have anyone in the galaxy with just a few words and a smile. But Cody is the only one who got the invitation to his quarters tonight, and that is not an opportunity to waste ruminating on his incredulity.
So he leans in and presses their lips together in a brief but firm kiss. “Let them gossip. They know better than to go too far, and I’d even put up with Waxer’s jokes if it means I can spend all night with you.”
Obi-Wan snorts. “That’s quite the price to pay.”
“You’re worth it.” He’s worth more than Cody could ever articulate, more than he could possibly give. But Cody doesn’t say it. Instead, he reaches out and pushes a stray piece of Obi-Wan’s hair back into place. “Have I told you lately that you’re beautiful?”
“You might have mentioned it,” he says in what most people would take as a cool, self-assured voice, but Cody can hear the softness in it and see the flush partially hidden under his beard. For a man who flirts like it’s part of his job, it seems far too easy to make him blush. All Cody has to do is look at him the way he deserves to be looked at and tell him the truth.
“I think it’s worth repeating,” he murmurs. He cups his face and kisses him again, this time slow and deep, savouring every sensation.
Obi-Wan kisses so passionately and with such intensity that it leaves him breathless — but he doesn’t need to breathe. He just needs Obi-Wan, needs to drown in him, needs to make up for every moment when he wanted nothing more than to kiss him but had to resist. Only now, he doesn’t have to resist anymore.
In an ideal world, he would romance him. But Cody’s world is far from ideal, and he’s not totally sure what romance looks like anyway. But he knows how to make a man feel good and he knows they have just under nine and a half hours and he knows that Obi-Wan’s bed is right there. So he guides them towards it without breaking the kiss, a delightfully pliant Obi-Wan chasing his lips.
It’s so easy to drop into sitting on the bed with Obi-Wan across his lap, it’s as if they’re meant to be like this. Maybe they are. Maybe it’s the will of the Force or something bigger than Cody cares to comprehend, or maybe they’re just two people who want each other and anything more complicated is a distraction from what really matters. And maybe it doesn’t matter what it is, only that he gets to be there with Obi-Wan straddling him, kissing him, grasping at his closely cropped hair.
Cody slides his hand down the waistband of Obi-Wan’s pants, caressing his hip before twisting his wrist and dipping lower, traversing a surprisingly thick patch of pubic hair towards—
Where he expects to find a cock, likely at least halfway hard, he finds… something else. Folds of skin, warm and damp. He stops. Recalculates.
He doesn’t like feeling unprepared. It’s a stupid feeling; of course, Obi-Wan was under no obligation to describe his anatomy in advance. It’s not like he’d told Obi-Wan what to expect from him either. But stupid, naive Cody had forgotten other configurations than his own even exist. And now, encountering something that is decidedly not a cock in the way he knows them, his mind has gone blank.
When he looks up at Obi-Wan’s face, he sees a rare flicker of vulnerable self-consciousness and feels like a complete idiot. Has his uncertainty been interpreted as lack of desire? He can’t have that. So he pulls his hand out of his pants, holds his face in both hands, and kisses him again, fierce and intentional.
“I want you so much.” He can’t let Obi-Wan doubt that. Not now, not ever.
Obi-Wan smiles at him as if simply by speaking the truth, Cody has given him some kind of gift. But then his smile fades slightly. “I gather I’m… not what you expected, though.”
Cody allows himself a small pause. Too long and it will be read as confirmation that there is something wrong, but he needs to think. He’s unprepared and that’s decidedly not his favourite state of being. But, somehow, being unprepared is less difficult when he’s with Obi-Wan. Cody has never been one to put much stock in trusting the Force, but he does trust his Jedi. So he swallows his pride and answers truthfully. “It’s not a problem, it’s just… new to me.”
“Have you slept with anyone before?”
“Only other clones, and it’s been a while,” Cody confesses. He isn’t sure whether the dry spell or the fact his only experience is with men who look just like him is more likely to be a hurdle. From what he’s been able to gather, a lot of natborns have weird hang ups about genes and identity and what it means when you say ‘brother’, though he hopes Obi-Wan won’t be one of them. He doesn’t seem like he would… and yet Cody still watches his face for a reaction.
But Obi-Wan doesn’t look disgusted or confused or uncomfortable. Instead, he smiles softly and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. “You know, I had mentally prepared for the possibility you might be entirely virginal,” he murmurs. “And at no point did that affect how much I want you.”
“Are you disappointed you’ve missed your chance to corrupt me?”
He laughs, and Cody’s heart flutters. “Oh, my dear, I’m certain I could corrupt you far, far more than has already occurred.”
“Is that a promise?” Cody asks with a slight smirk. Now this is the version of Obi-Wan he’s been fantasising about, the terrible flirt with lips that just beg to be kissed until they’re swollen and red.
“Most certainly.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Obi-Wan slides off of Cody’s lap to sit beside him, and immediately Cody misses the pressure of his weight on top of him. It had felt so right in a way not much else ever truly had.
“Good. Though on the topic of novel experiences… Quite how you get in and out of all that armour is rather a mystery to me. And, since I’ve waited long enough to have you, I’d rather you undress yourself rather than let me waste time figuring it all out.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” he says, and smiles to himself when Obi-Wan chuckles.
He gets to his feet and sets about methodically removing each piece of armour, placing them in a neat pile on Obi-Wan’s desk. Though he knows it’s not a metric that really matters, he still prides himself on his ability to dress and undress at top speed. It’s only when he’s halfway through that he wonders if he was supposed to do this in a sexier way… not that he’d have the first idea of how to do that. He rushes through removing the final pieces, hoping that it isn’t a misstep.
“Oh, Commander—” Obi-Wan emphasises his rank as if it’s something filthy, “—I knew you were strong, but you are remarkable.”
Cody feels his cheeks turn hot, but he still risks a glance at Obi-Wan.
His Jedi is looking at him with such a hunger in his eyes that it feels almost indecent, even with no one else around to see it. His eyes roam over Cody’s body, still covered by his blacks, but so fitted that the shape of it is more obvious than Cody had ever consciously noticed. The under layer has never registered as anything more than a practical base, but when he looks down at himself, he fully realises just how revealing a garment that shows no skin can be.
He’s never felt so exposed before. He’s been naked in front of people in the showers and the med bay, but somehow that was different. He supposes it’s at least in part that his body isn’t a reflection of Obi-Wan’s — not even close to it. He’s as new to Obi-Wan as Obi-Wan is to him.
“If I’m getting undressed, it seems only fair you do too,” he says.
“You make a compelling argument,” Obi-Wan concedes with a satisfied smile. “Would you like to give me a hand, my dear?”
How could he say no to that? But instead of focusing solely on the task of undressing him, he risks the prospect of dropped standards inherent in multitasking and kisses him as he slides the top layer of his robes off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.
He isn’t sure if he’s helping or slowing the process down as he fumbles with the rest of Obi-Wan’s layers, but Obi-Wan isn’t complaining. It definitely isn’t helping that he keeps stealing kisses at every opportunity, but even so, the layered tunics and undershirt are soon cast aside until all that’s left on Obi-Wan’s body is a pair of pants.
With minimal effort, Obi-Wan sheds those too and discards them on the floor. As soon as his hands are free, he’s grabbing Cody again, pulling him in for a messy kiss. Their teeth knock together and Cody has to bring his knee up onto the bed to keep his balance, and it is completely, unquestionably perfect.
Before Obi-Wan can pull him down entirely, he stops and takes a moment to admire the beautiful man in front of him. He looks like some kind of ancient statue, like perfection made flesh. Pale skin, a light dusting of ginger hair over his chest and legs… He’s in shape, but his muscles aren’t like those of a clone. He’s more slight. Softer, somehow. His musculature looks more like a product of war’s physical demands than genetics, and Cody wonders how many beautiful possibilities his genes contain.
As his eyes fall on the space between Obi-Wan’s legs, he thinks he vaguely recognises what he sees.
“Are you part twi’lek?” Cody blurts out, and Obi-Wan barks a startled laugh.
“What in the galaxy makes you say that?”
“You have— I saw something like… like what you have, in a holomag when I was a cadet.” He hadn’t understood the appeal back then. He’d supposed they were pretty enough, but it was clear those images had made so many of his brothers feel things that he just… didn’t. But he gets it now.
It seems like Obi-Wan is trying his hardest not to laugh, his lips pressed tightly together and a glitter in those sharp blue eyes — eyes which refuse to fully meet Cody’s gaze. Evidently, he’s said something stupid.
After a moment, he clears his throat and manages to look at Cody. “What I have is called a vagina, in scientific terms, though ‘cunt’ or ‘pussy’ are far less clinical words for it. Several species have them, including twi’leks and humans. It’s just usually the women. In most of the galaxy, finding a man with a cunt is rather rare.”
“Ah.” In Cody’s limited defence, he’d never had any real interest in getting women of any species undressed and no incidental opportunity had ever presented itself to see under their clothes. It wasn’t as if that part of xenobiology had been part of his training, either. Nor, officially, had learning about any kind of sex. They’d been taught just enough to keep them from panicking when they inevitably got their first erections or awoke to sticky sheets, warned never to get anyone pregnant, and left to figure out the rest for themselves.
But he’s older now and he knows what’s most important.
“How do I make you feel good?”
“I can show you. And if you’re as fast and eager a learner as I suspect you will be, you’ll be capable of making me come in no time at all.”
He hopes so. He’s imagined that smooth voice saying his name in the throes of pleasure and tried to conjure a mental image of what he might look like mid-climax more times than he’d care to admit. “I can be a very good student,” he promises.
Obi-Wan grins and shifts position so his back is against the headboard and his feet are planted shoulder width apart on the bed, Cody kneeling in front of him. From this new angle, Cody can see far more of the pink folds framed by dark ginger hair. There’s a slit up the middle, darker pink with a protrusion at the top. It’s new, it’s different, and Cody wants it, wants him… But he resists the urge to reach out and touch. Better to let Obi-Wan show him what to do first.
So he watches with rapt attention as Obi-Wan dips his fingers between the folds and spreads them apart, revealing another hole that seems to somehow have been prepared and slicked up already. “You know, whenever I have the chance to get some privacy and time to touch myself, I think about you,” he purrs, and Cody’s breath catches in his throat.
When he pushes two fingers inside himself, a needy pulse runs through Cody’s body — that’s where he’s going to fuck him. He might not fully know what he’s doing, but a base instinct tells him to claim that hole and bury himself in it.
“When I finger myself, or fuck myself on one of my toys, I imagine I’m taking your cock.”
“Toys?” Cody repeats breathlessly, his mouth dry. The image of naked Obi-Wan fucking himself on a thick dildo fills his mind and goes directly to his dick. Does he do it right here on the ship or is it a luxury saved for his quarters in the Jedi Temple? Does he lie back and push them inside his needy hole or does he bounce on them?
“Mm-hmm. I’ve often wondered which of them is the closest in size to you…”
Obi-Wan pulls his fingers out after a few thrusts and slides them upwards between the folds, up to the protrusion nested at the top.
“But I don’t just think about having you inside me, lovely as that image may be. I imagine you touching me right here, rubbing my clit. The sole purpose of a clitoris is to give its owner orgasms, did you know that?”
He shakes his head and licks his lips. He may not have known about what a clitoris is or know the precise technique for playing with it, but if that’s the part that controls whether Obi-Wan comes, it will be the very centre of his attention. “Show me how?”
Obi-Wan grins and starts to trace his fingers over it, seemingly barely making contact. But his thighs tense ever so slightly and his chest rises, and Cody knows it must feel nice. “If I’m taking my time, I like slow, light touches, maybe some teasing around it. Then a little firmer and a lot faster feels good when I’m getting close.” He pushes down against the nub and rubs his fingers against it in firm upward motions, and Cody can’t help imagining Obi-Wan grinding up against him to get that same sensation. “It isn’t so different to playing with a cock, really — get the pressure and the speed right and I’ll come, especially when someone incredibly attractive is touching me.”
He makes it sound so simple, although Cody has attended enough mission briefings to know that Obi-Wan could make anything seem straightforward. But he likes to think he’s smart enough to follow basic instructions. So Cody crawls closer, one hand on the headboard above Obi-Wan’s shoulder to support himself and kisses him softly, his free hand cupping his face before trailing downwards, lower and lower until he’s stroking Obi-Wan’s inner thigh. He runs a finger slowly, experimentally, up through the folds. It’s definitely already a little wet, although when Obi-Wan had prepared himself, he has no idea. Maybe it’s some Jedi trick. That would definitely be useful. But he stops thinking when Obi-Wan inhales softly, just as his finger brushes that point he’d referred to as his clit.
“Is that—?”
“It’s good. Rub your fingertips against it like— oh, exactly like that.” His eyes flutter closed and a soft smile dances around his face as Cody uses two fingers to rub up and down over the little nub.
As he touches him, Cody watches Obi-Wan’s reactions with that same precise strategist’s focus he uses to study enemy tactics. Fighting and fucking have more overlap than most would want to admit, and just like when facing a new enemy, Cody observes and learns and adapts. He watches what makes Obi-Wan twitch and lift his hips, what makes his legs open wider, what makes his fingers dig in against Cody’s back.
Somehow, Obi-Wan seems to be getting more slick down there. Curious, Cody dips his fingers down lower to catch some more of the wetness, then brings his fingers up to his face to investigate. It doesn’t smell like lubricant and sliding his fingers into his mouth proves it doesn’t taste like it either.
That hungry look is back on Obi-Wan’s face. He licks his lips and runs a hand down over Cody’s chest. “You have no idea what you do to me…”
“I know what I’d like to do to you.” And he’s just had a new idea. Maybe it's that look on his face, maybe it’s the musky scent drawing him in, maybe it’s paying tribute to the part of Obi-Wan’s body that can make him gasp and sigh so prettily, or maybe it’s that a blowjob feels really nice and if this little protrusion really does work like a cock, his mouth will feel even better on it than his fingers. But whatever it is, something is telling him — no, urging him to use his mouth. So he moves further down the bed until his face is mere inches from Obi-Wan’s cunt, takes his clit in his mouth and sucks it.
The moment he does, Obi-Wan jolts, letting out a sharp “Ah!” and seemingly instinctively closing his thighs around Cody’s head. He releases him almost immediately, but it’s certainly not the reaction Cody’s ever been given to sucking cock. Has he made a mistake?
“Force, Cody…” Obi-Wan says with a breathy laugh, and at least he doesn’t seem upset or frustrated. “I wasn’t planning to introduce oral for your first time. I thought you were just looking.”
“Do you like it?”
“I do, though I find I need to be warmed up to something quite as intense as that. My body is rather more sensitive than yours.”
Cody nods. Something about the idea of Obi-Wan being delicate appeals to him. He’s seen just how capable he is as a Jedi and a soldier; for him to not only ask for but require gentleness stirs something in both his cock and his heart. “How do you like it most?” he asks, determined to give this wonderful man everything he needs.
“You don’t need to use your mouth—”
“I want to.” Perhaps that was too quick a response, but Cody can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. It just feels so right.
Obi-Wan laughs again and reaches down to stroke his fingers through Cody’s closely cropped hair. “Come up here and kiss me first?”
How could he refuse that? He crawls back up to press their lips together and Obi-Wan’s tongue is in his mouth almost immediately, as if he’s some kind of delicacy he can’t wait to taste.
“If you want to eat me out,” Obi-Wan purrs when he comes back up for air, “focus most of your attention on my clit. Circle it with your tongue, go up and down or side to side, whatever you feel like doing. But licking my whole cunt is very good for getting me nice and wet.”
Cody nods and licks his lips, already hungry for it. That sounds straightforward enough, particularly if Obi-Wan is willing to give him live feedback as he does it.
“But before that, I want you out of those clothes. As lovely as you look in them, I think you’d look even better naked.”
There is definitely no sexy way to take off your blacks. Cody is certain of this, and he will never believe any man who tells him otherwise. In fairness, he doesn’t believe most of what he hears about their sexual exploits, and he believes even less when he hears it through whispers and rumours.
It may not look good, but he makes quick work of rolling the skintight fabric off and discarding it on the ground among Obi-Wan’s robes. It might be the first time he’s ever treated his clothing with such carelessness, but it’s hard to care much about a bit of fabric when a beautiful man is waiting for him on the bed.
Without the material holding it back, his cock is free to stand at full attention. Despite his intention to focus solely on Obi-Wan, he allows himself a few quick strokes to ease some of that heavy need.
The look on Obi-Wan’s face is one Cody has only seen a few times before. But on those occasions, they were on a new planet, faced with some majestic creature or natural wonder. But now, the full beam of Obi-Wan’s wonder is directed at him.
“You are perfect.”
Cody looks down and bites his lip, trying to hide his smile. “I bet you say that to all the boys,” he teases.
Obi-Wan scoffs. “Oh, no. Only boys with gorgeous bodies and magnificent cocks who I’ve been fantasising about for far too long.”
He wonders if he’ll ever get used to the idea that Obi-Wan wants him, not just as a convenient option but as an active and purposeful desire. So he kisses him with as much dedication and devotion as he can put into a kiss.
“Get comfortable,” Cody murmurs as he pulls back.
“Gladly.”
Obi-Wan slides down to lie back on the bed, his head on the pillow and his feet planted a little wider than shoulder width apart, perfect for Cody to settle between them. Slowly, tantalisingly, Cody kisses his way down his neck and chest, down onto his stomach, working down through the light dusting of auburn hair until he reaches his hip. He looks up at Obi-Wan’s gorgeous face for a moment before pressing a quick kiss to the space just above that thick patch of pubic hair, then turns his full attention to his cunt.
He licks slowly at first, his tongue exploring the wet folds. Bizarrely, he’s reminded of the frozen treats they’d been given by some particularly grateful villagers after warding off a Separatist occupation. It doesn’t taste anything like it — or like anything he’s ever tasted before, for that matter — but he still finds himself treating Obi-Wan’s pussy in much the same way: savouring it through broad strokes with his tongue. Obi-Wan had called it ‘eating out’ and Cody can see why: it feels as though he’s consuming him.
“Oh… That’s good, Cody, very good…” he sighs, and Cody feels a rush of warmth from somewhere deep inside him. His fingers are in Cody’s short hair, scratching gently at his scalp in a way that feels almost as good as the praise. When he glances up, he’s met with an expression so intense that it takes his breath away. Obi-Wan looks at him through heavy lidded eyes with something between desire and wonder, and Cody wants to give him everything.
So he takes hold of Obi-Wan’s thighs and dives back in with renewed enthusiasm.
That same instinct that told him to use his mouth tells him to bury his nose in the patch of ginger hair. So he presses his face into the soft mound and his tongue against Obi-Wan’s clit. It’s definitely the right choice; Obi-Wan moans and Cody has to resist the urge to grin. He has a job to do and his mouth has far more important tasks than smiling.
“Mm, just like that… You’re so good to me…” Obi-Wan sighs, pushing his hips up against Cody’s eager mouth. He hums contentedly and Obi-Wan claws at his scalp with one hand and grips the bed with the other, his breath catching in his throat as he moans. So Cody does it again, a low rumbling against Obi-Wan’s clit that draws out another shaky sound of pure pleasure. Perhaps the vibrations feel good? But that is something to experiment with another time.
For now, Cody focuses on licking Obi-Wan’s cunt, savouring every moment of it: every twitch, every breath, every moan. He seems to be creating a never-ending supply of that slickness that had drawn Cody in, no matter how much of it he licks up. If anything, he seems to be getting wetter the longer Cody spends between his thighs. Not that he’s complaining; he has never wanted to be anywhere as much as he wants to be right there.
For the first time in a long time, nothing else matters and nothing else is on his mind but making Obi-Wan come. Somehow, he’s both entirely at peace and so incredibly turned on that it’s dizzying.
As his jaw starts to ache, he switches from licking to sucking, though far more softly this time. Obi-Wan yelps again, but he grabs the back of Cody’s head and holds him down, pushing his face against his pussy with a strained, drawn out “Fuck!”
“Mmph… You like that?” Cody mumbles, barely taking his mouth off of Obi-Wan’s clit enough to speak.
“Don’t stop, please, Cody,” Obi-Wan whines, sounding almost petulant. It’s cute – though he suspects he’d deny it if Cody said as much. So he says nothing and focuses instead on giving him the right kind of gentle suction. “Oh, yes…”
Before long, the tension grows in Obi-Wan’s body, his hands moving from Cody’s head to the bedsheets to his own chest to Cody’s head again, grasping desperately at anything and everything. “Cody, oh, Cody, I’m… Ah!” he cries out, his head thrown back and his mouth open in a strangled cry.
The liquid that gushes out of Obi-Wan’s cunt is not like the cum he’s used to. But the way he moans, the way his back arches, and that pulsing are unmistakable. Caught off-guard, Cody pulls back and watches the clear liquid spill onto the bed.
Immediately, Obi-Wan starts rubbing himself hard and fast, and a second spray bursts forth like a fountain.
“Oh, Cody!”
How can he just sit back and watch when Obi-Wan is moaning his name like that? So Cody dives back in to devour Obi-Wan’s cunt, even as squirt after squirt sprays his face. He’d thought Obi-Wan had been wet before, but that was nothing compared to this. He opens his mouth to receive as much of it as possible, his tongue and Obi-Wan’s fingers working messily together to keep him coming.
Getting a face full of come has been a guilty pleasure of Cody’s ever since his first time fooling around in a supply closet. But he’s never been showered like this before, never had it be so incredibly messy. His cock aches and he’s grateful he’s no longer a cadet anymore or else he would have definitely come untouched.
He’s not sure how to tell when Obi-Wan is done. Or, rather, he’s not sure right up until he hears an almost pained noise and Obi-Wan tries to close his legs, his body going limp as he tries to catch his breath. Cody sits up and licks his lips, savouring the final tastes of his lover.
It’s a shame he didn’t get to fuck that still dripping hole, but Obi-Wan had clearly been enjoying himself too much for that. Not bad for a first time pleasuring someone with a cunt, Cody thinks with more than a smidgeon of pride.
“I, ah, should probably have warned you about that.” Obi-Wan’s breathing is heavy and his face is flushed, and he’s so pretty that Cody aches.
“That might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says. His voice sounds a little hazy, as if he’s somehow drunk on Obi-Wan’s cum. Maybe he is.
Obi-Wan actually giggles, and Cody can’t stop himself from doing the same. That’s an extra point to the ‘drunk on his cum’ theory.
“You are quite possibly the most extraordinary man imaginable.”
He’s nothing special. There are quite literally thousands of him. But he doesn’t want to argue with Obi-Wan about it. It might not be true, but maybe he can pretend, just for a little while, that he’s more than what he was made for.
He settles down beside him and kisses his cheek. Now he’s not preoccupied with eating Obi-Wan out, his erection is a whole lot harder to ignore. But even just getting to lie beside Obi-Wan is a gift and Cody has no desire to bring it to an end any sooner than necessary.
But then Obi-Wan rolls onto his side to face him and gives him a sultry look that goes straight to his cock. “Do you want to fuck me, Cody?” he purrs.
Cody hesitates. He does want to, of course he does, but hadn’t he just come? “Will you still be able to enjoy it?” he asks tentatively.
“Most definitely. I have no real refractory period, I’m just more sensitive immediately after an orgasm. But I can still come again, and this time, I want to do it with you inside me.”
Cody’s cock twitches. A primal part of him wants to just grab Obi-Wan and fuck him roughly, but if he’s sensitive right now, he wants to take it slow. So kisses him again and trails a hand down Obi-Wan’s soft yet firm body. Can taste himself through their kiss, and is it as intoxicating to him as it is to Cody?
“Do you need my fingers first?” he asks in between kisses.
“No, I can take you right now.”
He raises an eyebrow. He’s taken clone cock before, and there’s no way he’d be able to do it again without a decent amount of preparation. “Are you sure?”
“Very. I would need it if I was taking you in my ass, but if I’m turned on enough, my cunt gets ready all by itself. All for you,” he purrs, tracing abstract patterns on Cody’s chest with his fingertips.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” Cody murmurs.
“So I’ve been told. But feel free to tell me again.”
“You’re incredible,” he repeats, then gives him another kiss. He’ll tell Obi-Wan that as many times as he wants. He’ll tell him every day for as long as he’s allowed to.
“How do you want me?” Obi-Wan purrs.
In every way possible, Cody thinks. In any way Obi-Wan will allow and in more ways than he can conceive of right now. But that’s not the answer he's looking for. “On your back. I want to see your face,” he says instead, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek with one hand. He leans into the touch like an affectionate tooka and Cody kisses him yet again, this time just a brief peck on the lips, before he gets into position on top of Obi-Wan and in between his thighs.
He’s never seen anyone as beautiful as Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’d already known that, but seeing him like this, a soft sheen of sweat on his pale skin and his hair flopping over the pillow… Cody must be the luckiest man in the galaxy.
“Fuck me,” Obi-Wan says in a low, needy voice, and Cody is more than happy to oblige.
With a hand on the base of his cock, he guides the head into Obi-Wan’s pussy.
The “Oh!” that escapes his lips is entirely involuntary. His eyes widen and he stops abruptly, overwhelmed with new sensations.
He doesn’t know what he expected, but this is different. He’s used to pushing past a tight ring of muscle, but Obi-Wan’s cunt takes his cock so easily. It’s wet and smooth and like nothing Cody has ever experienced before.
He stays still for a moment. Even if it takes all his self-control, he will not let himself come in less than a minute. He’s above that. And right now, he suspects that thrusting into that glorious, velvet heat would be his undoing.
But Obi-Wan seems to have other plans. He wraps his legs around Cody’s waist and pulls him in deeper.
He’d expected some resistance, but there is none; he slides in deep enough to hit something deep inside Obi-Wan with one motion and a sharp gasp.
Obi-Wan gasps with him, but his is one of pure pleasure. “You— Oh, Cody, you fill me so well,” he moans. He loosens the grip he has with his legs so that Cody can start to move, slow and shallow to start but soon gaining in confidence.
Fucking Obi-Wan face to face requires a slightly different angle than he’s used to, but Cody is nothing if not adaptable. He shifts props himself up with his forearm against the bed and tilts his hips until the motion of thrusting in and out becomes smoother. The slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of Obi-Wan’s cunt, the smell of sweat and sex, that wet heat around him… It’s intoxicating. Cody bites his lip as he tries to control his breathing, but then Obi-Wan clenches around him and draws out a shaky exhale.
“No one is going to catch us, darling,” Obi-Wan breathes into his ear. “You can moan for me, you know.”
Cody laughs breathlessly. Nothing is funny, but he can’t contain all the joy and desire and pleasure he feels without letting it out somehow.
Obi-Wan reaches up and takes hold of Cody’s face with both hands, then kisses him messily. Can he still taste himself on Cody’s lips, or have they kissed so thoroughly that there’s none of his wetness left to taste?
When he squeezes around his cock again, Cody doesn’t try to stop himself; he moans directly into Obi-Wan’s mouth.
It’s getting harder to stay coordinated as he thrusts into Obi-Wan’s heat, primal need driving his movements more and more. His balls ache but he won’t let go, not yet, not until Obi-Wan has had his fill. “Obi-Wan… Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans. “You look so good, you even smell good…”
This time, it’s Obi-Wan laughing, and Cody feels a rush of fondness surge alongside his arousal. He laughs with him and presses their foreheads together, as if their brains need to be as close together as their bodies. Can Obi-Wan feel him through the Force? Do those mystical Jedi powers let him reach new kinds of intimacy? He hopes so. Even if he can’t feel it himself, he hopes there isn’t a single part of them left separated. He may be the one filling Obi-Wan’s hole, but he wants to open up his mind and his soul and let Obi-Wan into every part of him.
“Oh, Cody…” Obi-Wan’s voice softens, his eyes wide and almost… sad? But then he kisses him as if his life depends on it, and a new type of warmth envelops him, somehow from both his very core and from every bit of Obi-Wan’s skin touching his own. “I’m yours. I’m all yours,” he moans, his legs tightening around his waist and his hands grasping at his back.
Ever since he was first assigned to him, he’s been Obi-Wan’s. But to know that Obi-Wan would consider himself his… How many types of pleasure can a man feel at once? “I want you, I need you…”
“Then take me. Fuck me hard, I won’t break.”
When he thrusts into Obi-Wan’s cunt with renewed enthusiasm, it’s with more than just lust. He fucks him like he’s giving him his soul and, somehow, that makes it feel even better. The sound of skin on skin mixes with their heartbeats and heavy breathing until Cody can’t tell whose sounds are whose.
“Oh, yes, like that!” Obi-Wan reaches between the two of them to rub his clit, an expression just shy of pain on his perfect features.
It’s getting harder and harder to fend off an orgasm. It pulses at the edge of his nerves, threatening to overtake him the moment he lets his self-control lapse. The heat rises inside him, building up in a way he never usually has the time to enjoy.
Lucky for him, the addition of his own fingers seems to be pushing Obi-Wan closer and closer to that metaphorical cliff’s edge. His eyes are dark, his eyebrows furrowed and his body bucks up desperately, the kind of erratic movements he’s only seen from him once before, when he was down between his thighs.
This time, he gets a little more warning. “Oh, oh, I’m going to come,” Obi-Wan whines, his whole body seeming to shake from the building release.
So, this time, Cody is prepared for it, though he doesn’t anticipate how the sheer force of the fluid gushing from Obi-Wan’s pussy pushes his cock out along with it.
“Keep— Keep going, please,” he begs, so Cody slides back inside him and continues thrusting, fucking Obi-Wan through his orgasm. His half closed eyes, the way his lips part and his head tilts back as he arches into Cody’s body… He’s beautiful.
It only takes a few seconds before his muscles contract again, and this time, Cody buries himself in as deep as Obi-Wan can take, even as he comes all over them both, wetness splattering everywhere as he thrusts through it.
Feeling Obi-Wan coming around him, knowing he’s lasted long enough to bring him to orgasm, it’s enough for Cody to finally let go. Deep inside him, he comes with a strangled groan and a white hot intensity so strong that it radiates through his full body and obliterates everything that isn’t this wonderful feeling.
Breathless, Cody drops down on top of Obi-Wan and lets his softening cock slide out along with a mixture of their fluids that will definitely leave a stain on the bedsheets. Now he thinks about it, they’ve definitely made a mess of the bed, and he’s never been so glad that laundry duty only covers the barracks. The last thing he needs is to explain this to any of his men.
Obi-Wan’s chest heaves underneath him as he tries to catch his breath. He smells of sweat and sex and it’s the kind of nasty that is somehow deliciously addictive. So, when he rolls off of Obi-Wan, he pulls him close and buries his nose in the crook of his neck. Perhaps it’s the endorphins and the postcoital bliss, or perhaps this is what love is.
“Mm… I’m thoroughly fucked out,” Obi-Wan announces with a sleepy smile. “At least for now. If we have time when we wake up, however…”
He should technically go back to his quarters. It’s late, and on the off-chance one of his men comes looking for him, it’s hardly sensible to be found in their general’s bed. It’s hardly sensible, but Cody can’t bring himself to care. Just this once, he thinks as he closes his eyes and hugs Obi-Wan against his chest, he can do something selfish. “I’ll hold you to that,” he murmurs.