[ When Anakin opens up to him, unfurling carefully in the Force like a sunbeam breaking fog, Obi-Wan sighs. Relieved. Some part of him had needed to hear it, because for all the damage they may have done to one another in all their secret keeping, he would never want to actively hurt the person he is so fiercely devoted to. Once was more than enough; especially now that he has the frame of reference for how deep those wounds lie.
The palms on his knees are weighted against the linen, and the touch spurs Obi-Wan into drawing the other Jedi toward him. Coaxing him close, leaning into the space between them until what little is left sears with the nearness.
It has been a long while since Obi-Wan has been intimate like this with someone, though he isn't sure that is what he can blame on the caution with which he moves. His eyes close and he touches his closed mouth to the soft spot underneath Anakin's jaw, feeling the tickle of his own beard and mustache against smooth skin, feeling the heady vibration of his pulse throbbing under his skin. It buzzes against his lips, like the electricity of his cells firing are doing so right into his mouth. Instinct guides Obi-Wan as he sightlessly follows the path down without lifting his lips from Anakin's throat, reaching up with his unoccupied hand to tug aside the collar of his shirt. Making space. Exposing his target. ]
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The palms on his knees are weighted against the linen, and the touch spurs Obi-Wan into drawing the other Jedi toward him. Coaxing him close, leaning into the space between them until what little is left sears with the nearness.
It has been a long while since Obi-Wan has been intimate like this with someone, though he isn't sure that is what he can blame on the caution with which he moves. His eyes close and he touches his closed mouth to the soft spot underneath Anakin's jaw, feeling the tickle of his own beard and mustache against smooth skin, feeling the heady vibration of his pulse throbbing under his skin. It buzzes against his lips, like the electricity of his cells firing are doing so right into his mouth. Instinct guides Obi-Wan as he sightlessly follows the path down without lifting his lips from Anakin's throat, reaching up with his unoccupied hand to tug aside the collar of his shirt. Making space. Exposing his target. ]