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.
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