Obi-Wan’s expression softens as he listens to Luke. It was easy to see and feel how deeply the young man felt about being here. He couldn’t help but feel empathy, especially since he felt much the same way. The Jedi reaching out his hand to brush his fingers though Luke’s sandy locks.
“Perhaps it’s easier for me,” he said wistfully. “After all, you have so much more ahead of you.” Luke’s potential was largely wasted here, and it was a shame. The selfish part of him enjoyed having him here though, and never wanted him to leave.
“Most of those here can’t be blamed for our presence here. They clearly prefer that we weren’t. We are invaders to them just as we are victims of those who are responsible. Its fear that keeps this world from changing, and keeps us from being treated fairly.”
One way or another, it could be argued that Luke had fulfilled what the Force required of him. He cleared the galaxy of Sith control.
He sinks into Obi-Wan's touch, eyes closing. "I don't blame them. I try to not make their lives any less for having me pass through it. It's really all I can do for most people." Leave more good than not. "Let them see that while I didn't choose to be here, I don't want to terrorise them or their way of life. Just share my own."
Obi-Wan would contest that as he doubted the Force was done with him yet.
“I think that’s very wise. For the most part I try to stay out of their affairs. Unless there is a way I can help. It’s about the best I can do as a Jedi in this place.”
With a smile he continued to run his fingers through Luke’s hair. Glad to see him relax a bit. There was always a bit of worry for him as Luke tended to take on more than any one person should. Though Obi-Wan was hardly one to judge him for that.
Luke nearly always relaxed under some gentle affection. He hums agreement and doesn't open his eyes. "Basically. Though I do try to encourage the guards to leave people alone when I can."
Gentle affection was something he could do, and enjoyed giving. The Jedi carefully pulling Luke into his arms, but didn’t stop the soft petting. Though there is a flutter of amusement at what the younger man says.
“With a bit of persuasion from time to time I wager.”
He was of course referring to the Jedi mind trick. A useful tool when needed to have things go a certain way. Obi-Wan has used it occasionally here as well.
Obi-Wan can’t help a chuckle at the admission. His hand smoothing back Luke’s hair then brushing against his cheek fondly. Many of the feelings he had felt for him were coming back with his memories. A tender affection that hadn’t been without moments of awkward confusion. Though he had mostly overcome that after they had become physically intimate.
“Well, let’s not think about those things anymore for the time being.”
He simply wanted to enjoy this moment with Luke and he suspected the feeling was mutual. Especially considering his absence for several months. Obi-Wan would do what he could to make up for that time apart. For the both of them.
Luke hums and makes another contented noise as he buries himself into Obi-Wan's chest. One hand reaches up, pats his cheek and scritches gently at his beard before falling back down again.
The dull ache of the Force bond is settling back into a comfortable hum, Obi-Wan's care and affection soothing it as much as simply the presence there again. "I like your beard."
Oh, that felt nice. Obi-Wan leaning into Luke’s touch as he ran his fingers through his beard. And if he were honest, would admit he was a bit turned on by that.
“Do you, now?” The older Jedi laughing lightly in amusement at the simple admission. He wasn’t the first to say something like that to him, but it still made him inwardly swell with pride.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
“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.
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.
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.
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“Perhaps it’s easier for me,” he said wistfully. “After all, you have so much more ahead of you.” Luke’s potential was largely wasted here, and it was a shame. The selfish part of him enjoyed having him here though, and never wanted him to leave.
“Most of those here can’t be blamed for our presence here. They clearly prefer that we weren’t. We are invaders to them just as we are victims of those who are responsible. Its fear that keeps this world from changing, and keeps us from being treated fairly.”
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He sinks into Obi-Wan's touch, eyes closing. "I don't blame them. I try to not make their lives any less for having me pass through it. It's really all I can do for most people." Leave more good than not. "Let them see that while I didn't choose to be here, I don't want to terrorise them or their way of life. Just share my own."
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“I think that’s very wise. For the most part I try to stay out of their affairs. Unless there is a way I can help. It’s about the best I can do as a Jedi in this place.”
With a smile he continued to run his fingers through Luke’s hair. Glad to see him relax a bit. There was always a bit of worry for him as Luke tended to take on more than any one person should. Though Obi-Wan was hardly one to judge him for that.
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Luke nearly always relaxed under some gentle affection. He hums agreement and doesn't open his eyes. "Basically. Though I do try to encourage the guards to leave people alone when I can."
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“With a bit of persuasion from time to time I wager.”
He was of course referring to the Jedi mind trick. A useful tool when needed to have things go a certain way. Obi-Wan has used it occasionally here as well.
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Every time. SIN guards don't like letting the outsiders off easy. But they usually were lazy enough to take the suggestion easily.
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“Well, let’s not think about those things anymore for the time being.”
He simply wanted to enjoy this moment with Luke and he suspected the feeling was mutual. Especially considering his absence for several months. Obi-Wan would do what he could to make up for that time apart. For the both of them.
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The dull ache of the Force bond is settling back into a comfortable hum, Obi-Wan's care and affection soothing it as much as simply the presence there again. "I like your beard."
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“Do you, now?” The older Jedi laughing lightly in amusement at the simple admission. He wasn’t the first to say something like that to him, but it still made him inwardly swell with pride.
“I like it when you touch my beard.”
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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