Obi-Wan Kenobi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hadthehighground) wrote2020-08-20 10:59 am
hadthehighground) wrote2020-08-20 10:59 am
Duplicity IC Inbox
Leave your messages here.
Leave your messages here.
"I'm glad you're home too." He replies, kissing back but it's clear Albert is pleased that Obi-Wan has enjoyed himself.
"Young Cal is improving, I'm sure. The few times we've spoken he seems like a kind soul. Perhaps at some point, we should invite him here for dinner?"
After all, he was a jedi and therefore like an extended member of the family. Albert had nothing like that himself, at home or in the city, but he was happy to encourage Obi-Wan to be social.
"It's been a very nice day. I saw to the animals, prepared some negatives and met some clients at the studio. But I am very grateful the working day is done."
He pours the wine, offering the first glass to Obi-Wan, before taking a swallow from his own.
"Young Cal is improving, I'm sure. The few times we've spoken he seems like a kind soul. Perhaps at some point, we should invite him here for dinner?"
After all, he was a jedi and therefore like an extended member of the family. Albert had nothing like that himself, at home or in the city, but he was happy to encourage Obi-Wan to be social.
"It's been a very nice day. I saw to the animals, prepared some negatives and met some clients at the studio. But I am very grateful the working day is done."
He pours the wine, offering the first glass to Obi-Wan, before taking a swallow from his own.
“Yes, I think that’s an excellent idea.” It would do Cal good to do something different as well. “And perhaps we can have dinner with Luke and Din sometime too. They just moved into a new house.” Obi-Wan wants Albert to be social too!
Taking the glass of wine, Obi-Wan smiled and raised it. “To nice days and good company then,” he said before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip.
Taking the glass of wine, Obi-Wan smiled and raised it. “To nice days and good company then,” he said before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip.
There's a spark of warmth down his chest as Obi-Wan enjoys the contact and words and it prompts Luke to immediately repeat it, lingering this time, drawing out the motion and then just... keeping it up.
Wrapping his arms around Luke, holding him close, Obi-Wan closes his eyes. Breathing out a soft contented sigh as relishes the feel of fingers brushing across his beard. He habitually touched it all the time, but it was different when others did it. It was intimate and it just felt good.
Again he leans his face lightly against Luke’s hand. Then turns to brush his lips against the other’s palm. His own heart warming with a deep affection for this young Jedi. As if being rekindled due to his absence. Perhaps it was time they got reacquainted.
Again he leans his face lightly against Luke’s hand. Then turns to brush his lips against the other’s palm. His own heart warming with a deep affection for this young Jedi. As if being rekindled due to his absence. Perhaps it was time they got reacquainted.
The warmth sparks, fizzles along his spine and ribs and prompts him to actually sitting up more so he can glance to Obi-Wan's eyes. Whatever he sees (feels, senses in the bond maybe) is encouraging and he instead leans forward to press a soft and not entirely chaste kiss to Obi-Wan's mouth.
"I wouldn't like that. You can invite them whenever you want, please. This is your home, you are free to have your friends here."
Albert knows that Obi-Wan realises that, but he feels he should reiterate it. They might have a contract, this city might put more emphasis on his status as a dominant, but Albert and Obi-Wan are equals in his mind.
He raises his glass and repeats the toast, taking a swallow. And then he sets it down, moving in the little kitchen to work next to Obi-Wan, enjoying the way that shoulders and arms brush.
Albert knows that Obi-Wan realises that, but he feels he should reiterate it. They might have a contract, this city might put more emphasis on his status as a dominant, but Albert and Obi-Wan are equals in his mind.
He raises his glass and repeats the toast, taking a swallow. And then he sets it down, moving in the little kitchen to work next to Obi-Wan, enjoying the way that shoulders and arms brush.
Obi-Wan smiles warmly at the reassurance. Even if it wasn’t really needed. He knew he could invite them here, although he refrained from bringing any of his lady friends. But Albert needed to get out and visit others homes too now and then.
“Thank you,” he says softly before putting his glass down and returning to the food preparation. The little touches here and there as they worked close to each other was just as appreciated by the Jedi. A fond glance given to his partner now and then. He really was lucky to have Albert as his dominant. That time that felt so far away had shown him how they could enjoy their lives here even more. A part of him perhaps quietly yearning for that again. They had both been so happy, and Obi-Wan wanted to feel that again. The Jedi intentionally shifting closer to Albert, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.
“Thank you,” he says softly before putting his glass down and returning to the food preparation. The little touches here and there as they worked close to each other was just as appreciated by the Jedi. A fond glance given to his partner now and then. He really was lucky to have Albert as his dominant. That time that felt so far away had shown him how they could enjoy their lives here even more. A part of him perhaps quietly yearning for that again. They had both been so happy, and Obi-Wan wanted to feel that again. The Jedi intentionally shifting closer to Albert, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.
Their eyes meet when Luke sits up. Those eyes that were so very reminiscent of Anakin, and yet softer. Luke’s father always had an intensity to his eyes, a fire burning deep within them. In some ways he would prefer one over the other, but he definitely appreciated the soft compassion Luke had about him. Mirrored in much the same fashion in Obi-Wan’s own.
Then their lips met and the Jedi couldn’t help but sink into the kiss. So familiar yet foreign at the same time. His mind remembering while his body did not. Any trepidation he had though was pushed aside. Eyes closing while a hand came rest on Luke’s cheek for a moment before stroking through his hair again. Eventually coming to rest on the back of his neck. Savoring this moment and quietly encouraging him.
Then their lips met and the Jedi couldn’t help but sink into the kiss. So familiar yet foreign at the same time. His mind remembering while his body did not. Any trepidation he had though was pushed aside. Eyes closing while a hand came rest on Luke’s cheek for a moment before stroking through his hair again. Eventually coming to rest on the back of his neck. Savoring this moment and quietly encouraging him.
Luckily, Luke remains unaware of the unspoken comparison between his eyes and someone else's.
He does sit up straighter, fingers coming under Obi-Wan's chin to tilt him into the kiss, to deepen it a little. He doesn't charge through it, just lingers and draws it out and sinks into the enjoyment of being touched. "... okay?"
He does sit up straighter, fingers coming under Obi-Wan's chin to tilt him into the kiss, to deepen it a little. He doesn't charge through it, just lingers and draws it out and sinks into the enjoyment of being touched. "... okay?"
He knows he shouldn’t be thinking of a certain someone else but he couldn’t help himself. Having just come back from home where Anakin was still very much on his mind, he would need some time again to set certain feelings aside. Which he did his best to do now. Live in the moment he told himself. Just like his old master used to say.
Leaning into the kiss he did just that. Taking in the moment and the feelings he could sense coming from Luke. Letting his own bleed through their bond as well. Contentment and adoration being at the forefront. When their lips parted and Luke spoke, Obi-Wan didn’t move. Only smiled softly and nodded before moving in to kiss him again.
Leaning into the kiss he did just that. Taking in the moment and the feelings he could sense coming from Luke. Letting his own bleed through their bond as well. Contentment and adoration being at the forefront. When their lips parted and Luke spoke, Obi-Wan didn’t move. Only smiled softly and nodded before moving in to kiss him again.
Well that's good then. Obi-Wan is good with this and he can feel it, so he just sinks back into the next kiss with a happy hum. One turns into another and he lets his whole body relax to press them chest to chest and briefly remembers the festival and burning the candle together.
There's a flare of heat at the thought and he makes a small sound and nips at Obi-Wan's lip softly. Always softly. Life is rough enough on Obi-Wan.
There's a flare of heat at the thought and he makes a small sound and nips at Obi-Wan's lip softly. Always softly. Life is rough enough on Obi-Wan.
Perhaps he just wanted to forget. The blending of memories from home and here are confusing at best, but he knows which he would rather focus on. And what better way than to distract himself in the way this world encouraged.
Sensing that flare of passion, it helps to stoke his own. The way Luke presses against him, and how his teeth gently catch his lip, has him centering his focus on the younger man. With Obi-Wan reclining back against the sofa, one hand sinking his fingers into Luke’s hair while the other roams. Seeking ways to loosen clothing and find the bare skin beneath it.
Sensing that flare of passion, it helps to stoke his own. The way Luke presses against him, and how his teeth gently catch his lip, has him centering his focus on the younger man. With Obi-Wan reclining back against the sofa, one hand sinking his fingers into Luke’s hair while the other roams. Seeking ways to loosen clothing and find the bare skin beneath it.
Obi-Wan reclines and Luke follows, shifting to swing a leg over Obi-Wan and settle into his lap. He presses his hands to Obi-Wan's chest as they kiss, not helping him to get the layers of tunic out of the way but at least moving his arm out of the way of where it snaps and hooks shut.
The tunic is parted easily and Obi-Wan’s exploring hand finds what it was after. Caressing the skin of Luke’s chest with a gentle touch. Not having an ounce of the aggressive and desperate passion from that time they burned the candle. Neither of them were completely themselves that time, and yet they had both enjoyed it thoroughly. This time though he takes his time. Kissing the beautiful young Jedi with a quiet yearning, while mapping his skin with a feathery light touch. Eventually bringing both hands to pull back Luke’s tunic to discard it completely.
The touches are light, which is best because Luke's skin is alternately sensitive and numb from the damage. He continues to make soft sounds into their kisses while Obi-Wan strokes over skin, barely pausing when the tunic is pushed off and falls to the floor.
The advantage with a tunic is that you don't need to stop kissing to get rid of it.
He does move his left hand up to push through Obi-Wan's hair, combing it with his fingers, tugging gently where it catches. "It's getting long," he murmurs against the older man's lips.
The advantage with a tunic is that you don't need to stop kissing to get rid of it.
He does move his left hand up to push through Obi-Wan's hair, combing it with his fingers, tugging gently where it catches. "It's getting long," he murmurs against the older man's lips.
An advantage indeed that Obi-Wan knows all about. Jedi robes might have layers but they were easy enough to get through if you knew how. But he’s hardly thinking about that now, especially as Luke’s fingers comb through his hair. Drawing a soft sigh when their lips part.
“Is that so bad,” he murmurs back breathily. His eyes looking back to Luke’s half lidded and clouded with a building lust. Which was taking a bit longer to build than he remembered. Yet it made sense considering his inactivity in such things back home.
“Is that so bad,” he murmurs back breathily. His eyes looking back to Luke’s half lidded and clouded with a building lust. Which was taking a bit longer to build than he remembered. Yet it made sense considering his inactivity in such things back home.
"Not at all bad," Luke says softly. "Just a comment. It's getting long, we'll make sure to get you a nice soak in a bath and some conditioner into it." Luke has taken to certain aspects of his role well, and pampering and spoiling are definitely up there.
Since he's leaning back, he uses the chance to start undoing Obi-Wan's robes, touching skin as it becomes exposed, letting himself note changes but not linger on them right now.
Since he's leaning back, he uses the chance to start undoing Obi-Wan's robes, touching skin as it becomes exposed, letting himself note changes but not linger on them right now.
“That sounds wonderful…” he says quietly. The thought of an actual bath was almost enticing as Luke was in that moment. It’s been some time since he had a proper soak. Such things were a luxury on Tatooine as Luke well knew. Being fussed over and pampered was not something he was used to, until he came to Duplicity that is. But while here he’s come to accept and even enjoy it. Yet another thing he had to settle back into.
Though as Luke started to disrobe him, Obi-Wan sat up and pulled his arms free of his tunics. His attention centered on the other man with his hands drifting lower on his body. With every intention to continue what they started and relieve Luke of the rest of his clothes.
Though as Luke started to disrobe him, Obi-Wan sat up and pulled his arms free of his tunics. His attention centered on the other man with his hands drifting lower on his body. With every intention to continue what they started and relieve Luke of the rest of his clothes.
After months alone on Tatooine, Obi-Wan needed some fussing over and pampering. Pampering like peppering kisses over his face, stroking his fingertips over his neck and chest as it becomes more exposed.
Getting him further undressed might be difficult what with straddling Obi-Wan's lap, but he's willing to give it a try if it means not moving out of his lap. Which he emphasises how much he likes being in by rolling his hips down to grind them together.
Getting him further undressed might be difficult what with straddling Obi-Wan's lap, but he's willing to give it a try if it means not moving out of his lap. Which he emphasises how much he likes being in by rolling his hips down to grind them together.
If Obi-Wan wasn’t aroused before, he most certainly is now. Breathing out a soft sigh as Luke lavishes attention upon him. Then a gasp as he felt that wonderful friction between them, his own hips moving to grind back eagerly.
They would have to find a way to get Luke undressed though as Obi-Wan found himself wanting more. Thus he pulled Luke against him so that they were chest to chest. The Jedi kissing the other heatedly before tugging at his pants insistently. Even if they didn’t come all the way off, it was fine as long as he had access.
They would have to find a way to get Luke undressed though as Obi-Wan found himself wanting more. Thus he pulled Luke against him so that they were chest to chest. The Jedi kissing the other heatedly before tugging at his pants insistently. Even if they didn’t come all the way off, it was fine as long as he had access.
It devolved a little bit from kisses and soft touches for a few moments, for shifting weights and tugging at clothes, an inelegant tangle of trying to touch and strip and strip himself too, but it was worth it for the moment that they got stripped down enough that the next push slides their cocks together. It's all heated dampness and the electric shock of pleasure and has him gasping into the next, somewhat biting kiss.
Albert is not gifted with the Force, but he does pick up on the slight change in the other man as they work, something hinting to him that Obi-Wan is thinking back onto some past event, some memory.
"A nickel for your thoughts?" He prompts, after Obi-Wan presses that kiss to his lips and Albert thinks he feels that yearning even more strongly. He doesn't know what it is, he doesn't think it's for sex, but he would like to know what is on his partner's mind, if Obi-Wan will share it.
"A nickel for your thoughts?" He prompts, after Obi-Wan presses that kiss to his lips and Albert thinks he feels that yearning even more strongly. He doesn't know what it is, he doesn't think it's for sex, but he would like to know what is on his partner's mind, if Obi-Wan will share it.
“A nickel? Goodness you are willing to pay top credit, are you?” The Jedi teasing his dominant with his usual fondness. It seems that they’ve come to know each other quite well if he noticed such subtle changes in him.
Obi-Wan rarely ever turns down sex, and wouldn’t mind it at all, but no that’s not exactly what he’s thinking about.
“It’s silly, really” he says and turns his attention back to the food. Though with a little more gentle prompting he finally decides to voice his thoughts.
“When I first came back my memories were spotty, but when I saw this,” he tugged lightly at the silken robe, “I was reminded of when you gave it to me.” He falls silent for a few moments then continues. “We were not exactly ourselves then, but we were happy. Very happy. Quite the opposite of where I was in my home galaxy.” He paused again as he heaved a sigh. “I remember being happy like that with Jyn as well and… I suppose I miss it.”
Obi-Wan rarely ever turns down sex, and wouldn’t mind it at all, but no that’s not exactly what he’s thinking about.
“It’s silly, really” he says and turns his attention back to the food. Though with a little more gentle prompting he finally decides to voice his thoughts.
“When I first came back my memories were spotty, but when I saw this,” he tugged lightly at the silken robe, “I was reminded of when you gave it to me.” He falls silent for a few moments then continues. “We were not exactly ourselves then, but we were happy. Very happy. Quite the opposite of where I was in my home galaxy.” He paused again as he heaved a sigh. “I remember being happy like that with Jyn as well and… I suppose I miss it.”
Becoming a tangle of limbs and disheveled clothing, the two Jedi giving into their passions, they finally get what they want. Obi-Wan sucking in a breath as their cocks come in contact. A sensation he knows he’s felt before, and yet it was like the first time. His body jolted by the intensity of the sensation.
Luke’s kiss is met and returned in kind. With Obi-Wan yearning for more as he reaches between them to take both of their lengths in hand. His hips moving to create a beautiful friction against their sensitive flesh. Leaving him gasping and murmuring Luke’s name.
Luke’s kiss is met and returned in kind. With Obi-Wan yearning for more as he reaches between them to take both of their lengths in hand. His hips moving to create a beautiful friction against their sensitive flesh. Leaving him gasping and murmuring Luke’s name.
Luke breathlessly laughed as they moved together, as Obi-Wan's hand tightened to squeeze them together and he rocked to give them more. It spent pleasurable sparks through him which he shoved at Obi-Wan, recklessly and shamelessly open over their bond, letting the older man feel everything he felt.
Page 13 of 14