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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.

“I like it when you touch my beard.”

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.

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.

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 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.

Obi-Wan gasped as Luke moved, his senses exploding as the other pushed everything he felt through their bond. Overwhelmed by the feelings and sensations. Sex was pretty great by itself, but sex with another Jedi? It was even more intense.

Once the initial shock passed, leaving Obi-Wan panting, he opened his side of the bond as well. Sending what he felt right back at Luke. Creating an endless feedback loop between the two of them. To the point where Obi-Wan wasn’t sure where his feelings started and Luke’s ended. Making it feel like they were practically one entity.

Sex with another Force sensitive was amazing. With a preestablished, strong Force bond-

Actual movement was almost the least pleasurable thing, soaking in the emotions and awareness or yes, the pleasure of another person so thoroughly. It doesn't stop Luke from moving, grinding them together, one hand in Obi-Wan's hair as they made out and buried themselves into sensation.

Obi-Wan could rightly say he didn’t get it enough. Almost all of his usual partners were not force sensitive. He had almost forgotten how amazing it actually was.

Moving did seem a bit inconvenient in the grand scheme of things, and yet the touch was electric. Fervent kisses and groping hands, it was all he could do to remember to just breathe. Their bodies becoming a tangle of limbs in their lust and wanton desire. Just as their minds were as well. Everything building towards a peak that was coming fast. Far too fast perhaps as his inexperience physically was making itself known.

If anything, Luke just encouraged Obi-Wan on, with his touch, with every kiss, with his mine, sharing his own pleasure and greedily accepting Obi-Wan's in return. There's a clear sense of it's okay, don't hold back, you deserve this washing between them.

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