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There were few things Obi-Wan Kenobi loved more than a summer afternoon ball game. The sun shining overhead, the organ lifting up the atmosphere, the fans milling around the stadium. There was almost nothing better.

“Got you some nuts.” A bag of peanuts was plopped unceremoniously next to Obi-Wan’s stat sheets, his co-host flopping into his seat with a massive chili dog already half eaten in his hand.

“How generous of you,” Obi-Wan sighed.

“You know I hate them,” Anakin mumbled through his full mouth.

“And you know I am indifferent to them at best.”

“Which means you’ll actually eat them. Not my fault they always give me a bag.”

“I think it is,” Obi-Wan argued. “You could say no.”

“To free food? Yeah, right.”

“To free food you won’t eat? Absolutely.”

“You’re on in five,” Ahsoka reminded them.

Obi-Wan waved his thanks to their producer, making sure his notes were in order and putting on his headset. He and Anakin were in their third year as the official hometown radio broadcast hosts for the Core City Commanders Major League Baseball team, the same team the two of them retired from at the end of their own professional baseball careers. While it wasn’t the same as actually playing baseball, it was a job that Obi-Wan enjoyed immensely. He still got to be immersed in the game he loved, with a team he loved, and even with Anakin, which would have been unthinkable earlier in their careers.

“Try not to give the Tiktok editors any more material, okay?” Anakin said as he put on his own headset.

“No promises,” Obi-Wan grinned as his eyes settled on the field where the players were warming up.

“Welcome to Coruscant Field, you’re listening to Anakin Skywalker-”

“And Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“-on the official radio broadcast as we see our Core City Commanders take on the Geonosis Hornets in their tenth regular season game. Obi-Wan, what can we expect to see this afternoon?”

“I think we should be expecting a great game from both teams. The Commanders are 8-2 on the season, while the Hornets sit just behind at 7-3. Today, I’ll be looking for some big runs from the Hornets, and I suspect the Commanders’ outfield will make them work for it,” Obi-Wan replied, eyes swiftly scanning the papers in front of him.

“I agree, I think we’re in for some fantastic baseball, and we couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day here at Coruscant Field. Both teams have begun warmups, and before the game begins, Obi-Wan and I will go over the starting lineups, injury reports, and everything else you need to know. First, though, we have some words from our sponsors.”

With that, Anakin and Obi-Wan were set in their rhythm, going through their usual pre-game discussion points, occasionally being handed updates or new talking points by Ahsoka until the first pitch was thrown.

“Today we have Cody Fett pitching for the Commanders, and as always, we’re in for a treat,” Obi-Wan said, eyeing the way the pitcher’s pants pulled at the muscles of his thighs.

Anakin shot him a dirty look. “Fett was the number one draft pick of 2019 after graduating from Tipoca City University. This is his third year pitching for the Commanders. He was brought here from the Kamino Clones as part of a major trade deal in 2022, and I’d say the Commanders have come out on top in that deal. Would you say so, Obi-Wan?”

“Absolutely. I’d imagine Cody Fett comes on top most of the time-” Anakin punched his arm, “in discussions of trade acquisitions, of course.”

Anakin kept glaring out of the corner of his eye as he started listing stats for the Hornets’ batters. Obi-Wan ignored it, as always. Contrary to what his friend might believe, he wasn’t actually doing it on purpose. Usually.

It wasn’t his fault that the Commanders had signed the most beautiful pitcher to ever grace a baseball diamond. One of his biggest regrets in life was retiring the year before Cody was added to the team. He wanted nothing more than to catch one of those pitches. Well, almost nothing.

—

Top 5 Kenobi Thirst Moments 2025

5. A catcher’s dream

“Another brilliant pitch from Fett. You know, he has such perfect form. His technique, his build, all of it is just flawless. A catcher’s dream.”

“I don’t remember you saying any of that about me when you were catching my pitches.”

“That’s because you were a scrawny, mouthy nightmare.”

“And yet you didn’t want to keep going without me.”

“I didn’t know that Fett would be the new pitcher.”

“You’re hurting my feelings, Obi-Wan.”

“My apologies.”

“You could at least try to sound like you mean that.”

4. That is NOT what he said

“Fett is in prime form tonight. His early career was a bit slow due to injury, but he has more than made up for it.”

“I agree, Anakin, he’s taking the league by storm right now. Did you ever go up to bat with him at the mound?”

“Maybe once or twice. Like I said, he dealt with some injuries early on that really limited his playing time and his impact.”

“Such a shame. He’s come out of it well, though. What I wouldn’t give to catch a pitcher like that.”

“You mean a pitch?”

“That’s what I said.”

3. Busy hands

“And that’s the inning. Just incredible work we’re seeing from the infield tonight, including Cody Fett’s pitches. Wow. Obi-Wan, as a catcher, can you think of anything better than three consecutive outs? Three consecutive strikeouts maybe?”

“Well, the way things are headed, we may yet see that from Fett tonight. I have to say, though, I always liked watching the infield tag out players. Easier on my hand, anyway.”

“How is your hand these days?”

“My left hand is enjoying retirement, but my right hand is certainly kept busy.”

“Jesus Christ, Obi.”

“Signing autographs, and whatnot.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

2. Magnificent

“And another swing and a miss by Maul. Absolutely phenomenal pitching we’re seeing from Fett.”

“That fastball clocked in at an astounding 101.2 miles per hour. Just incredible, and you can see it in the way Fett winds up for it. Look at that power, those thighs are magnificent-”

“Obi-Wan, we’re a radio broadcast, they can’t see him.”

“Well I can, and the view is magnificent.”

1. Trade acquisitions

“He was brought here from the Kamino Clones as part of a major trade deal in 2022, and I’d say the Commanders have come out on top in that deal. Would you say so, Obi-Wan?”

“Absolutely. I’d imagine Cody Fett comes on top most of the time…in discussions of trade acquisitions, of course.”

Comments

Ravennnnn
I’m surprised Anakin hasn’t thrown himself out of the pressbox yet

~alex~
he and fett have to be fucking already right???

madsball
OP how could you leave out him saying the new pants are an aesthetic improvement

breebee
sorry i’m still not over him retiring when he didn’t have to just bc anakin got hurt. like that is LOVE right there frfr

—

Obi-Wan hated flying. He hated how dry his skin got after being on an airplane, he hated airports, he hated knowing he was trapped tens of thousands of feet in the air in a metal tube, he hated takeoff, he hated landing, he hated turbulence, and well, everything else about it really.

Generally, he didn’t have to fly much anymore. However, when the Commanders were part of a mid-season series that Anakin and Obi-Wan were given the privilege of commentating for the first two games, there was really no alternative.

For better or for worse, Anakin had quickly caught on to Obi-Wan’s mistrust of the sky while they were still in the league, and he thought that if he pestered Obi-Wan enough during the flights, it would somehow cancel out any negative feelings. He was incorrect, but it was kind of sweet in a torturous sort of way.

“Okay, I know you’re sick of me talking, but I saved one thing to show you until right now,” Anakin said as he shoved his phone into Obi-Wan’s face for the millionth time. They had just under ten minutes until landing, and Obi-Wan was not enjoying himself in the least.

“Anakin, has it ever occurred to you that there’s a reason I don’t use the internet?” Obi-Wan asked irritably.

“You use the internet all the time,” Anakin scoffed. “You were literally on Pinterest until the plane took off.”

“That’s not the internet.”

“Yes, it is! You’re such an old man,” Anakin grumbled. “Anyway, watch this. You’ll like it. TikTok is going crazy about it.”

Obi-Wan heaved a long-suffering sigh but took Anakin’s phone. From the paused screen, it looked to be a postgame interview from the Commanders’ recent away game against the Ryloth Sand Cats. Cody Fett was the interviewee, and Obi-Wan was suddenly much less inconvenienced by the video. He took one of Anakin’s earbuds and pressed play.

“You must have seen the videos on TikTok by now,” the reporter was saying, “with Obi-Wan Kenobi’s commentary about you?”

Cody smirked, and Obi-Wan was glad that he decided to wear jeans for the flight instead of sweatpants. “I’ve seen them. They’re very flattering.”

The reporter seemed delighted. “You like them?”

“Yeah, who wouldn’t?” Cody chuckled. “I think that, if the roles were reversed, I’d probably be just as bad.”

“About Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

“Definitely.”

“You know, he called you ‘a catcher’s dream,’” the reporter continued. “Do you think you’d enjoy having your pitches called by Kenobi? Anakin Skywalker was notorious for going against his advice.”

Cody smirked again, making direct eye contact with the camera. “I think I’d do just about anything he told me to.”

The video looped, and Obi-Wan watched it once more just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of altitude-induced hallucination. Then he watched it again to pay close attention to each of Cody’s expressions. Then he watched it again to listen to the tone of his voice. Then he watched it again because it was fucking hot. Then, and then, and then…

And then the plane was on the ground somehow and Anakin was pestering Obi-Wan to give him his phone back and to “get off the damn plane, already.”

“Why did you wait so long to show me that?” Obi-Wan asked as they made their way to the car waiting to take them to the hotel. “That game was three days ago.”

“Because I knew you would be disgustingly horny about it. This way, I just have to sit in the car with you for twenty minutes, and then you can go to your own hotel room and touch yourself in the shower all night long for all I care.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to touch myself in the shower.” He would touch himself after his shower.

—

Obi-Wan relaxed on the hotel bed, skin still a touch damp. It had honestly been difficult to keep from touching himself in the hot shower, especially since Cody and his little smirk were just about all he could think about.

But no, he made himself wait. He rolled his dildo in his hand, warming it. It wasn’t his best one; it was decently long, but thinner than he preferred. It was a choice between retaining some dignity in the airport security line and his ideal sexual satisfaction. A surprisingly difficult choice. Looking at it now, he slightly regretted wanting to keep his dignity.

Oh, well. He would make it work. It wasn’t like he knew what Cody’s cock looked like anyway. For all he knew, Cody’s could be shorter and thinner than this one, and Obi-Wan had no doubt he would still be a fantastic lay if that were the case.

He was pretty sure it wasn’t the case, though. The league had cheaped out on the uniforms this season, and sometimes those pants left very little to the imagination.

Obi-Wan slicked up the silicone in his hand and leaned back, closing his eyes. Despite what Anakin might think, Obi-Wan was not actually some horny creep obsessed with the Commanders’ pitcher. Yes, he thought Cody was unfairly attractive, and yes, he would leap at the chance to spend a night with him.

Obi-Wan also just thought Cody was cute. He was, by all accounts, a very kind and thoughtful person. His team trusted him, and the fans loved him. Forgive Obi-Wan for being a little enamored.

But he wasn’t solely obsessed with Cody. He went on dates, slept with other people, masturbated to thoughts of things and people other than the gorgeous man he spent all his working hours analyzing. In fact, he would do that now. Just to prove a point to himself.

He teased his rim with the toy, picturing the blond he’d gone out with a couple months ago. The poor man couldn’t hold a conversation to save his life, but he’d made up for it in bed. Obi-Wan hadn’t seen him since, but he’d featured in plenty of fantasies.

After their date, he’d tied Obi-Wan’s hands to the headboard and given him all he could take and then just a little more, exactly the way Obi-Wan liked it. He pictured the man’s broad shoulders and strong arms manhandling him into position. Thick fingers at his hole, pushing inside relentlessly as he squirmed, wishing for less and more at the same time.

He pictured the blond’s fingers massaging his prostate, drawing sharp pants out of Obi-Wan before he finally pushed his cock inside. Obi-Wan arched a bit at the intrusion, letting his head fall off the edge of the pillow. He fucked himself with his toy as he envisioned a body above him and toned muscles and smooth, supple skin that almost seemed to glow bronze in the sun and dark hair and eyes and suddenly it was Cody fucking into him and fuck, Obi-Wan really should have brought a bigger dildo—

A knock at his door made him freeze. He glanced over incredulously. The knock came again and Obi-Wan tossed the lube and dildo into the bedside table drawer. He pulled a pair of sweatpants on, grumbling as he went.

“I swear, Anakin, if you forgot your toothbrush again, you cannot use mine!” he called as he yanked the door open. Except it wasn’t Anakin on the other side.

Cody Fett stood in the hallway, his hand raised like he was about to knock again. Through his shock and slight mortification, Obi-Wan noticed the way the pitcher’s eyes trailed down his bare torso.

“Hello, there,” Obi-Wan said hoarsely.

“Hello,” Cody parroted, his voice teeming with amusement. “Sorry for intruding.”

“Not at all.”

“I, uh,” Cody actually looked a bit sheepish now. “I guess I didn’t really think about what I was gonna say when I got here. I just kind of figured it was now or never.”

“I’m sorry?” Obi-Wan asked, still not entirely sure how he’d landed in this specific situation.

“My teammates send me a lot of TikToks.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said as reality dawned on him. “Right.”

“And I don’t know if you saw my interview from a couple days ago…”

“I did.”

“Good,” Cody nodded, seeming a bit relieved. “I guess I just decided to see if you meant any of it.”

“If I meant any of it?” Obi-Wan repeated softly.

“I’ve got the night off,” Cody explained. “Figured I might as well make the most of it.”

Obi-Wan blinked slowly, letting the implication wash over him for a minute. “You’re serious?”

“Very much so,” Cody said earnestly.

Head reeling, Obi-Wan silently moved to the side, making room for Cody to come in. He caught a whiff of something as Cody walked by. His body wash maybe, or shampoo. He smelled good, fresh but warm with a hint of spice. Up close, Obi-Wan could tell he was also freshly showered. It made sense, considering he had probably just come from practice.

He let the door fall closed and found himself promptly crowded up against it. Cody’s hands rested on his waist, their foreheads nearly touching. Obi-Wan was momentarily rendered speechless at the sudden intensity.

“Is this okay?” Cody asked, his voice much lower than it had been seconds before. Obi-Wan nodded without a thought. Okay? It was only mirroring every wet dream he’d had for the past three years.

“Yeah?” Cody continued. One of his hands moved down to lightly palm his ass. “What about this?”

Obi-Wan could feel the heat of Cody’s hand through his sweatpants. He nodded again. He could’ve moved, could have dragged Cody forward so they were pressed up against each other and finally shoved his tongue down the pitcher’s throat. But this was interesting. Obi-Wan liked interesting.

“And this?” Cody tweaked one of his nipples, making his breath stutter, but still Obi-Wan nodded eagerly.

Cody took a step closer that wedged Obi-Wan solidly between his body and the door. Obi-wan could feel himself get almost embarrassingly hard against Cody’s hip, but he could feel Cody’s own anticipation, too.

“You like this, don’t you?” Cody murmured, his lips centimeters from Obi-Wan’s. “I could touch you however I want, and you’d take it, wouldn’t you?”

Obi-Wan nodded, and his lips brushed against Cody’s. Squeezing his ass more tightly, Cody finally pressed his lips to Obi-Wan’s. It was heavy and hot and desperate, and oh, Obi-Wan could’ve stayed just like that forever and been radiantly content.

His own hands wandered, one of them clutching at Cody’s shoulder before moving into his damp hair while the other hand found its way under Cody’s shirt to claw at his back. Cody’s tongue fucked into Obi-Wan’s mouth, occasionally pulling back so Cody could nip and suck at his lower lip. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Obi-Wan sighed his approval as Cody’s mouth moved down his neck with gentle scrapes of teeth and the warmth of his hot breath. Cody’s hands moved to the backs of his thighs, and suddenly Obi-Wan was being hoisted up against the door while Cody mouthed at his chest.

An involuntary whimper escaped his lips at the display of Cody’s strength. The two were of a similar size, and Obi-Wan was certainly not lacking in muscle despite his retirement. Nonetheless, Cody made it look effortless. Obi-Wan reveled in it for a few moments before he was struck by a bolt of panic.

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Cody instantly set him back on his feet and backed up. His hands still extended worriedly toward Obi-Wan. “Are you okay? Was that too much? You seemed into it, but if you’re not, I can stop. I will stop.”

Obi-Wan, realizing his reaction might have been a bit much, smiled sheepishly. He took Cody’s hands in an effort to reassure him. “I was into it. I am into it.” Cody’s shoulders relaxed. “However, you have a double header tomorrow, and I won’t be the reason the Commanders can’t play their star pitcher.”

Cody’s brows furrowed. “So, you don’t want to do this?”

“I want to, I just don’t want you to pull a hamstring or something,” Obi-Wan fretted.

Cody seemed to consider that before sighing. “Yeah, as unlikely as that is, I guess I probably shouldn’t risk it.”

Obi-Wan frowned. It didn’t seem fair. He’d wanted Cody so badly for so long, the opportunity finally arrived, and they couldn’t do anything until when? The off-season? Fuck that. He eyed the bed behind Cody and began to hatch a plan.

He stepped closer to Cody again so they were nose to nose. “Maybe we can eliminate the risk.” Obi-Wan teased his hands under the hem of Cody’s shirt and hiked it up, up, up, until Cody was forced to take it completely off.

Cody complied easily but still looked bemused as Obi-Wan traced his pecs with the tips of his fingers. “And how would we do that?”

“Well, it’s only a risk if you’re exerting yourself too much, right?” Cody nodded slowly. “So, what if I do all the work?”

Cody seemed to catch on, grinning as Obi-Wan moved to nibble at the line of his jaw. “You gonna tie me up?”

“Would you let me?” Obi-Wan asked, more out of curiosity than actual intent.

“I would,” Cody said. “But, honestly, I would really like to be able to touch you during our first time.”

Obi-Wan smiled, maybe a bit more pleased by that than he ought to be. “Good to know. And I quite agree. Do you think, without being restrained, that you could stay on your back and let me do all the work?”

Cody curled his hand against the back of Obi-Wan’s neck and moved him so that he was looking at Cody. Cody’s thumb traced the side of his throat in a way that made it hard to think. “I can stay on my back, but if you think that means I’m not doing any work, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Mmm,” Obi-Wan purred. “Go on, then.”

Cody moved to the bed, lying down on his back and resting a hand casually behind his head. Obi-Wan took a second to admire the lines of Cody’s body. His thick thighs, toned arms, the sparse trail of hair that disappeared beneath the band of his tented athletic shorts.

Obi-Wan licked his lips as he approached the bed. He pressed a couple open mouthed kisses to Cody’s thigh and hip as he slowly tugged his shorts down and threw them to the other side of the room.

Cody’s cock was everything Obi-Wan had imagined and more, nice and thick with enough length to fill Obi-Wan up. He gave it a couple lazy strokes, watching the muscles of Cody’s abdomen tighten and relax. There was already a lovely bead of liquid desire forming at Cody’s tip that had Obi-Wan’s mouth watering.

“Are you gonna actually do something, or were you just wanting to stare at it all evening?” Cody asked, smirking fondly in a way that cut through any impatience in his words.

“I’ll have you know I’ve been anticipating this for quite some time, and I intend to savor it to the fullest,” Obi-Wan replied primly.

“Well, I don’t know if you can tell, but it’s pretty full already,” Cody’s voice trembled on the last words as Obi-Wan gave him another loose stroke.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix that,” Obi-Wan promised, dipping his head to suck a kiss on the man’s sack, preening internally at the gasp it drew. “Eventually.”

He spent a while longer paying Cody’s balls close attention, kissing, licking, sucking, while Cody groaned obscenities, his thighs beginning to tremble against Obi-Wan’s arms. He obviously wanted Obi-Wan to move things along a little faster, but he was content to keep it at his own pace, inhaling the musky, salty scent of Cody’s sweat and letting himself get drunk on it.

Eventually, he began lifting his head ever so slightly higher, mouthing at the base of Cody’s cock and continuing to slowly ascend until he literally could not overpower the urge to have his mouth full any longer. He wrapped his lips around the tip, suckling hungrily at the wetness gathered there and humming happily as it spread along his tongue.

One of Cody’s hands landed in his hair, gripping tightly but not pulling, not yet. “God, Obi-Wan, your mouth!” he groaned.

Obi-Wan just let the praise wash over him, letting his own drool add to the obscene slurping that seemed to echo off the hotel’s pristinely painted walls. He looked up at Cody through his eyelashes and was caught off guard by the intensity with which Cody was looking back at him. His pupils were blown wide, his mouth open as he panted, but his unwavering gaze was locked on Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan found himself gazing back, even as he continued to work Cody’s cock. Something about the weight of the younger man’s stare had him desperate to rut against the sheets, challenging his normally exceptional self control. Determined to get some level of it back, he doubled down, swirling his tongue around Cody’s tip before sucking hard, bringing up his thumb to rub over Cody’s rim.

Cody’s hips jumped suddenly, pushing his cock to the back of Obi-Wan’s throat and making him sputter.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” Cody fretted, pulling out of Obi-Wan’s mouth completely and starting to sit up.

Obi-Wan stopped him with a hand on his chest, coughing lightly and then swallowing a couple times to get the weird feeling out of his throat. “It’s fine, I promise.”

“Are you sure? Do you need water?” Cody attempted to sit up again, frowning when Obi-Wan’s hand pushed him back down.

“No, I’m perfectly fine.” Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, considering Cody’s wide-eyed, earnest concern. Cody was clearly going to be paying very close attention to Obi-Wan’s comfort and pleasure, as Obi-Wan also would for him, of course, but it tickled something in the back of his head. That troubling lapse in self control was rearing up again, and Obi-Wan was all too willing to give in.

He grabbed Cody’s hand that had moved to the mattress, placing it back in his hair. Once Cody’s grip was firm enough, he leaned down, letting the head of Cody’s cock brush his lips. “In fact, go ahead.”

Cody’s mouth dropped open. “Wh-what? Seriously?”

“Mmhm,” Obi-Wan hummed, sucking just briefly on the tip again.

“But you didn’t enjoy that,” Cody protested, swallowing heavily as Obi-Wan’s fist stroked him a couple times.

“I wasn’t expecting it, but now I am,” Obi-Wan said simply. “I’ll enjoy it, truly.”

Cody just continued to stare at him. Clearly, Obi-Wan was going to have to take matters into his own hands. Or mouth, as it were. He kissed the tip, looking up through his lashes at Cody’s stunned face. “Whenever you’re ready.”

He went back to sucking at just the tip, tonguing at the ridge and humming in satisfaction until Cody’s hips started to betray him once more. Obi-Wan barely kept himself from grinning at the way the pitcher’s hips jumped incrementally, and he gently pulled them towards himself in encouragement.

Cody finally seemed to accept that Obi-Wan truly wanted him to use his mouth in that way, but he still started slow, holding Obi-Wan’s head still by his hair and pumping his hips gently. Obi-Wan moaned, more to spur Cody along than out of actual enjoyment at that point, but it worked. Cody relaxed more, letting himself thrust a little harder, a little deeper, bit by bit, until he was pulling Obi-Wan’s head down to meet each powerful thrust, his length bumping the back of Obi-Wan’s throat deliciously.

It was suffocating and overwhelming in the best possible way, and Obi-Wan found his eyes drifting closed as he let himself sink into the repetition of it. His jaw ached, spit smeared down his chin, he was a little bit lightheaded, and he loved every moment of it. So did Cody, if the enthusiastic hand gripping his hair was anything to go by.

“Fuck, Obi-Wan,” Cody moaned, confirming his suspicions. “So good, so fucking good!”

Obi-Wan moaned back, a hungry, desperate attempt to show his own appreciation. He could probably do a little better than “so fucking good,” though. Through the haze of pleasure that had settled over him, he brought his thumb back to Cody’s rim, rubbing it, tugging it, relishing in the way it threw off Cody’s rhythm.

He massaged at Cody’s hole persistently, pulling gently until just the dry tip of his thumb was inside, and Cody exploded. His hips lurched off the bed and Obi-Wan’s face was pulled down until his nose was nestled in the patch of neatly groomed hair at the base of Cody’s dick, his release shooting into Obi-Wan’s throat.

Obi-Wan swallowed around him several times, taking it all before Cody finally pulled his hair firmly enough to pull him away. He didn’t have the opportunity to go far though; Cody yanked him up by his arm into a deep kiss, settling Obi-Wan’s body up against his own and using a hand on his ass and a thigh between his legs to make Obi-Wan rut up against him.

Cody’s other hand cupped the back of his head, holding him close as Cody thoroughly overwhelmed him. There were kisses placed on his lips, his neck, his jaw, his ear, anywhere Cody’s mouth could reach.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Cody murmured between kisses, his breath hot against Obi-Wan’s flushed skin. “Unreal.”

Obi-Wan whined, high and embarrassing, desperately chasing friction on Cody’s hip through the thick material of his sweatpants. His chest heaved, not having caught his breath from earlier and now on the brink of his own orgasm.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” Cody urged. “So pretty, so fucking sexy.”

Cody’s words lit Obi-Wan up inside, driving the frantic rocking of his hips and the breathy moans into Cody’s ear. Cody was so solid beneath him, so much strength and control in his grip, and Obi-Wan wanted nothing more than to give all of himself up right then and there.

Cody’s lips trailed along his neck, scraping with his teeth every now and then. The hand on his ass squeezed firmly, and his other hand moved to his chest, tugging on his nipple. Obi-Wan moaned loudly, his nails digging into Cody’s side. “Please,” he gasped.

“I’ve got you,” Cody promised. He scraped against Obi-Wan’s nipple with his short clipped thumbnail, and Obi-Wan was undone, coming in his pants like a teenager with stars dancing in his vision. He collapsed onto Cody’s chest, letting his cheek rest on his pleasantly muscular shoulder.

“You okay?” Cody asked after Obi-Wan had the chance to catch his breath.

Obi-Wan patted his chest affectionately. “I’m fantastic. You?”

Cody snorted. “Obviously.”

Obi-Wan grinned, leaning up to capture Cody’s lips in a sweet kiss, unhurried and peaceful. Cody rolled them onto their sides, folding Obi-Wan securely into his arms without breaking the kiss. Cody was an astoundingly good kisser, Obi-Wan was pleased to note.

“Is it okay that I’m not on my back for this part?” Cody asked, diving right back in before he gave Obi-Wan a chance to answer.

Obi-Wan didn’t mind, letting Cody’s lips and tongue explore his own for a while. “I suppose so,” he said the next time they pulled back for breath. Cody just hummed a little before Obi-Wan’s lips covered his again. It was addictive, the way he and Cody fit together, and Obi-Wan was pretty sure he’d be content to stay there on that hotel bed with his filthy and increasingly uncomfortable pants forever if they could just keep doing this.

They did keep doing it, and they kept at it until Obi-Wan could feel Cody starting to harden again, not far off from it himself.

“We should probably get you out of those pants,” Cody observed when his hand wandered enough to feel the sticky wetness on the front of them.

“It would be much appreciated,” Obi-Wan agreed.

“And then I think I should return the favor from earlier,” Cody continued.

“An excellent idea.”

Cody grinned, pulling back to let Obi-Wan strip completely. Obi-Wan noticed his eyes following the line of his body as more skin was revealed.

“All right, on your back, then,” Obi-Wan ordered. “How do you want to do this?”

Cody rolled to his back and slid down to lie flatter. He licked his lips, tapping his chin once with his finger. “Climb on.”

Obi-Wan blinked. “Wait, you want me to sit on your face?”

“Do you not want to?” Cody asked, no judgment on his face.

“That feels risky,” Obi-Wan frowned. “I could break your nose.”

Cody’s eyebrows rose toward his hairline. “You won’t break my nose.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Are you going to try to break my nose?”

“Of course not!”

“Then you won’t break my nose.” Cody seemed far too amused by this whole thing.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan scowled.

“You’re very worried about this,” Cody observed.

“It’s dangerous!” Obi-Wan insisted.

“Do you often break people’s noses when they’re going down on you?”

Obi-Wan huffed. “I’ve never broken anyone’s nose.” He winced, remembering a particularly unfortunate incident in which a batter for the Tatooine Racers attempted to slide home face first. “In bed.”

“Well then, I hate to tell you this, but it seems unlikely you would break mine,” Cody said, feigning sympathy.

“I don’t want to break your nose!”

“Great,” Cody laughed softly. “Glad we’re on the same page. Now get up here.”

Obi-Wan pouted but swung a leg over Cody’s chest. He leaned forward and held the headboard with both hands, lifting to keep from crushing any of Cody’s airways. Cody’s hands came up to grip his hips, and Obi-Wan gasped as he was yanked down to Cody’s mouth.

“I see you got started without me,” Cody said, his quiet laugh huffing air against Obi-Wan’s hole.

“Well, you see, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Oh, I already came. Your turn.”

Obi-Wan’s knuckles whitened as Cody dove in. Every gentle nip and swipe of Cody’s tongue against his rim lit up his spine with little bursts of electricity. His tongue pushed inside after several agonizing passes, fucking him shallowly and languidly.

Every so often he would move up to nose and lick at Obi-Wan’s balls for a few seconds before diving back into his hole again. It was so decadent, just on the edge of not enough in a way that had Obi-Wan panting lightly. Cody’s tongue in his ass made him want other parts of him even more. Those thick, capable fingers and that beautiful cock.

“Fuck,” he hissed as Cody moved him down a bit and took the tip of Obi-Wan’s dick into his mouth. He didn’t take it much further in, but damn, that tongue was working wonders.

Obi-Wan looked down to see Cody’s face, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration as he sucked Obi-Wan like his life depended on it. The older man groaned at the sight, resisting the urge to buck his hips. Despite Cody’s nonchalance, Obi-Wan really didn’t want to break his nose.

A sudden pressure just behind his balls erased any concern from Obi-Wan’s head, making him arch his back almost painfully. Cody’s thumb massaged his taint vigorously until he found the spot that had Obi-Wan gasping and shooting his release across Cody’s tongue.

He dropped onto all fours, and Cody pulled him down even further so he was practically collapsed on top of him. Cody’s mouth found one of his nipples and latched on immediately. It was just enough to keep Obi-Wan worked up and desperate, even after climaxing. He whimpered into the pillow as Cody moved on from his chest to nipping and sucking at his collarbone and then back down again, dancing on that fragile line between pleasure and overstimulation.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you?” Cody asked into Obi-Wan’s chest, his hands already skating down to grab at his ass.

“I think I’ll die if you don’t,” Obi-Wan confessed, whimpering as Cody’s mouth found his nipple again. He glanced over his shoulder to see Cody’s length half hard from lack of stimulation. Even like that, it was so deliciously thick that Obi-Wan felt his hole clench just thinking about taking him.

“God, I can’t wait to see this pretty little hole all stretched open,” Cody groaned, circling a finger around Obi-Wan’s puffed rim. Obi-Wan moaned loudly and canted his hips down. “Gonna have you so full you won’t have a thought in that ridiculously gorgeous head of yours.”

“Mmph, please,” Obi-Wan panted. His skin felt like it was on fire, too tight and too hot and he really needed Cody to be touching every possible inch of him, like, yesterday- “Ah!”

His delirious thought spiral was interrupted by Cody’s hands grabbing his hips and yanking him down so they were face to face again. The pitcher was smirking in a way that Obi-Wan would normally have found incredibly sexy, but in his current state he barely processed it before sucking Cody’s lower lip into his mouth, nipping at it insistently.

Cody hummed against Obi-Wan’s lips, clearly satisfied with the situation at present. If only Obi-Wan felt the same. “Fuck me,” he whined, dragging his hips across Cody’s.

“Do you have lube?” Cody asked, still idly playing with Obi-Wan’s rim.

“In the drawer,” Obi-Wan mumbled, moving to suck kisses onto Cody’s shoulder. Obviously, he wasn’t going to leave marks that people could see on the TV broadcast the next day, but Obi-Wan had taken his fair share of locker room teasing over various bruises and scratches during his career, and Cody could deal with them, too.

“Oh? Not just the lube in here, is there?” Cody asked, his voice taking on an air of smug delight.

Obi-Wan froze, certain that it was impossible for his face to get any redder. The dildo. Fuck. The dildo that was almost certainly still slick from earlier. Obviously, Cody knew Obi-Wan had been messing around, but for some reason it was exponentially more humiliating that he knew Obi-Wan had intentionally brought a toy with him for one weekend in a hotel.

“Can I use this on you?” Cody asked.

Obi-Wan was pulled out of his thought spiral again, but this time from pure confusion. He lifted his head to look at Cody. “What?”

Cody held up the toy. “Can I?”

“You want to?” Obi-Wan asked dumbly.

Cody laughed, as if that was the most ridiculous question he’d ever heard. “I do, yeah.”

Obi-Wan bit his lip, considering. The dildo was maybe slightly longer than Cody’s dick, but not nearly as thick. Still, the idea of Cody using it on him was certainly…intriguing. He squirmed a bit at the thought of it. “Would you still fuck me, too?”

Cody grinned, apparently seeing right through Obi-Wan’s question. “Just try and stop me,” he growled playfully, giving Obi-Wan’s ass a squeeze.

Obi-Wan grinned back, rutting their hips together again. “I suppose that would be acceptable.”

“Just acceptable, hm?” Cody asked knowingly, uncapping the lube.

“Until proven otherwise, yes.”

“Guess I’d better get to work then.” Obi-Wan watched eagerly as Cody squirted some lube onto his hand and slicked up the dildo. “You think you can take this right away?”

Obi-Wan nodded frantically, pulling at Cody’s bicep to urge him along. Cody paused, making a thoughtful noise and looking around behind Obi-Wan. “Cody,” Obi-Wan whined.

“I have an idea,” Cody explained. “Here,” he gently urged Obi-Wan to get up for a moment and scooted over to the other side of the bed. He planted his feet on the mattress and gestured toward the end of the bed. “Climb on, facing that way.”

Obi-Wan hooked his leg over Cody’s torso, leaning forward against the incline of the man’s muscular thighs in a way that would present his ass attractively. He looked over his shoulder to where Cody was lying back, looking quite pleased with himself. “Enjoying the view?”

“Absolutely,” Cody agreed. “And now you have a view, too.”

Obi-Wan frowned confused as he turned to face forward again. His confusion melted into shameful anticipation as he realized Cody had moved them so that Obi-Wan could see himself in the mirror above the table, even if only from the chest up. His hair was a mess, his skin was entirely too pink, and his beard glistened with various bodily fluids. It was unfairly and embarrassingly erotic.

Before he had enough time to become immensely self conscious, there was a sudden pressure at his hole, cold and firm as Cody slowly but steadily inserted the toy. Obi-Wan’s mouth dropped open at the sensation, glad Cody’s legs were there to catch him as he slumped forward. In all honesty, he definitely wasn’t quite prepped enough to take it without any discomfort, but the stretch was fucking incredible.

Cody didn’t give him any time to adjust, immediately withdrawing the toy and pushing it in again, faster this time.

“Oh, fuck, Cody,” Obi-Wan gasped, head lolling back.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Cody soothed. “You’re taking it so good.”

“Hnngh.” Obi-Wan was absolutely lost for words as Cody inserted the dildo to the hilt and twirled it in a torturously slow, wide circle to stretch him even more. Cody picked up the pace after that, drawing out quiet whimpers and moans as Obi-Wan’s body slowly adjusted to the intrusion, thrust by thrust.

“Damn, Obi-Wan, your hole is so pretty,” Cody grunted. “Swallows this thing like it’s nothing.”

“Almost makes you want to–ahh, fuck–use something bigger, right?” Obi-Wan taunted.

Cody chuckled, pinching the flesh of his ass. “You think you’re ready for that? You take a fake cock for two seconds, and now you think you’re ready for the real thing?”

“Please, Cody, I can take it! Want your cock so bad,” Obi-Wan sighed breathily. “I want to feel all of it.”

“Ah,” Cody said with an audible smirk. “So that’s what you like, hm? You know you aren’t ready and want it anyway?”

Obi-Wan nodded, keening as Cody brushed his prostate with the dildo. Evidently, Cody picked up on his reaction, because he dragged the silicone back and forth a couple more times before pulling it out completely. He gasped, feeling his hole clench at the air pathetically.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Cody groaned, the sound of squirting lube coming from somewhere behind Obi-Wan. Cody’s hands pushed at his ass so he was forced to lift himself up a little, the tremor in his thighs coming back.

He only had to hold himself for a few seconds before Cody was lowering him again with a hand on his hip. There was a moment of pause, and then there was a thick, blunt heat pressing against Obi-Wan’s hole.

Obi-Wan practically wailed as Cody pushed inside, insistent and intentional about his movement. It was so much, too much, and Obi-Wan was unable to do anything but take and take and take until he was firmly seated again, Cody’s entire length snugly inside him.

“Oh my god,” Obi-Wan said helplessly, gasping short breaths as best he could.

“Fuck, Obi-Wan, you feel so good,” Cody moaned, voice as tight and strangled as his cock must have been.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan pleaded, unsure of exactly what he was begging for.

A broad hand stroked slowly up and down his spine, forcing him to breathe more steadily. “That’s it, I’ve got you,” Cody breathed. “Just relax, sweetheart.”

“Easy for you to say,” Obi-Wan grumbled.

“Trust me, it’s not,” Cody shot back. “But I don’t need you passing out on me. Not yet, anyway.”

Obi-Wan took a few more deep breaths, forcing himself to loosen up a little. Ironically, that brought Cody’s cock that much deeper, threatening to steal his breath again. When he finally felt a little less untethered, he began to rock his hips, moaning at the feeling of Cody’s heaviness pushing up into him.

“There we go,” Cody breathed.

Obi-Wan gyrated his hips a few more times before Cody started to move beneath him, grinding up rhythmically. Every glimpse he caught of himself in the mirror was filthy, his jaw hanging open and eyes glazed over with sheer pleasure. It was a small miracle he hadn’t drooled all over Cody’s knees yet.

Without warning, Cody’s hands landed on Obi-Wan’s hips, lifting him up and slamming him back down in a move that nearly made Obi-Wan black out. He managed to stay conscious, instead letting out a truly whorish moan that was only dragged out further as Cody began a relentless pounding, his hands undoubtedly leaving bruises on Obi-Wan’s hips.

Obi-Wan clung to Cody’s thighs, some small part of his brain still marveling at the fact he was close enough to even touch them. It was truly unthinkable, the way he’d gone from fantasizing over Cody from a distance to this within an hour, and Obi-Wan was greedy enough to take absolutely all that Cody was willing to give him.

Cody’s thrusts, powerful and steady as they were, became slightly less overwhelming the more Obi-Wan’s body grew accustomed to the intrusion. It allowed him to regain some of his mental faculties, enough to resume rolling his hips, making his cock brush up against Cody’s thighs.

“So good,” he whimpered.

“Yeah? This is good for you, sweetheart?” Cody asked through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan gasped. “Is it good for you?”

Cody barked a short laugh. “If you’re thinking about whether I’m enjoying this, I don’t think I’m doing my job well enough.”

“What should I be thinking about?” Obi-Wan asked flirtatiously.

Cody hummed. “Ideally,” he trailed a finger around Obi-Wan’s stretched rim, “how well I’m filling you up.”

Obi-Wan moaned in agreement.

“But maybe I’m not filling you up enough, hm?”

“It’s good,” Obi-Wan insisted. “You’re big,” he explained, enough lust in his tone to hopefully convey exactly how much he appreciated that.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, sweetheart, I know you’re full,” Cody said proudly. “But I think we might be able to fit even more inside this sweet little hole of yours.” His finger pressed at Obi-Wan’s rim until there was a little bit of give.

Obi-Wan’s mind went blank as he realized what Cody was suggesting. “Yes,” he heard himself say. “Yes, yes yes, yes!”

“If you insist,” Cody said, though his voice dripped with want.

Obi-Wan rutted up against Cody’s thighs, his weeping cock providing some lubrication to ease the friction. Between that and the sensation of Cody’s cock in his ass, Obi-Wan couldn’t believe that Cody was about to give him even more.

After a few seconds, Cody stilled Obi-Wan’s motion with a hand on his waist. “Hold on. We’re taking this slow,” he said sternly. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Obi-Wan whined, wriggling in place. “That’s fine, just hurry!”

Cody huffed a laugh. “I don’t think you actually heard me.”

“No, I did,” Obi-Wan argued. “We’re going slow, you’re not going to hurt me, I get it! Now get on with it!”

He gasped as Cody squirted more lube where his cock met Obi-Wan’s hole. That sensation was soon followed by a slick finger tugging gently at Obi-Wan’s rim, and Obi-Wan did his best to keep still.

It was an agonizingly slow process. Cody would rub along his rim for ages before beginning to push. Then he would pull with his finger gently in a way that was very considerate but also very arousing. Finally, he worked his finger inside, moving so slowly and gently that Obi-Wan sometimes couldn’t even tell if he was moving at all.

It was so sweet and so sexy and so much that Obi-Wan was completely and utterly gone, slumped over Cody’s knee and letting out the occasional ragged moan or request for “another one” as Cody continued to add fingers.

Cody stilled with two fingers wedged fully inside Obi-Wan up against his own cock, gaining Obi-Wan’s attention.

“What?” he asked, turning to look at Cody over his shoulder.

Cody looked hesitant, eyes shifting between Obi-Wan’s face, ass, and somewhere on the bed.

“What is it?” Obi-Wan prompted again.

“Do you think,” Cody began carefully. He reached across his body to grab something, bringing the dildo back into Obi-Wan’s view, “that you can take this along with my cock?”

Obi-Wan’s heart skipped several beats and his cock twitched. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But I want to try.”

“You do?” Cody asked.

“Fuck, yes,” Obi-Wan said emphatically. “Yes, Cody, god please-”

“Okay, okay,” Cody soothed. “But I mean it, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan nodded. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Obi-Wan turned back to face the mirror as Cody resumed the process of stretching him beyond anything he’d ever felt before. It honestly felt less like they were having sex and more like they were doing an extremely intimate trust exercise. The fact that said trust exercise was really doing it for Obi-Wan was a bonus.

By the time Cody had three fingers fully inside, Obi-Wan was panting like a bitch in heat, and he could tell from Cody’s labored breaths behind him that the pitcher was running short on patience, too.

“Try it,” Obi-Wan requested, voice hoarse.

“Are you sure?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “If it doesn’t fit, we can keep stretching, but I want to try.”

Cody withdrew his fingers, both a relief and a loss that made Obi-Wan shift uncomfortably. He settled again quickly as he felt the slick silicone underneath him. Once again, Cody was deliberate in his movements with the toy, taking things at a cautious yet consistent pace.

Obi-Wan keened at the feeling, the slippery silicone against the rigid heat of Cody and the burning stretch of his hole was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to go on with life as usual afterwards. Obi-Wan almost snorted in amusement; Cody would be quite dismayed if he learned Obi-Wan was already thinking about after.

Cody needn’t have worried, though. As the dildo bottomed out inside Obi-Wan, his mind was wiped blank. There was only Cody and full and more please, please, Cody–

“Shhh,” Cody murmured. “I’m right here.”

Obi-Wan had the vague realization that he was full out sobbing and babbling nonsense. Later, he would appreciate that Cody was being so careful with him, but he was done with waiting. He bucked his hips weakly, grunting at each subtle movement inside him.

Luckily, Cody seemed to get the hint, or maybe he was also just tired of waiting. He began thrusting, alternating his thrusts with the dildo so that Obi-Wan was never empty. The constant loop of stimulation kept him breathless and somehow even more desperate.

“Shit, Obi-Wan you’re a fucking dream, sweetheart,” Cody rasped. “So fucking tight, so perfect for me.”

Obi-Wan could only respond with an involuntary, “Aah, hmm, hah!”

Cody sped up, thrusting harder and gradually losing his steady rhythm. It meant Obi-Wan occasionally got a strong thrust with both his cock and the dildo simultaneously, making him sob and scrabble at Cody’s legs for purchase.

The only sounds in the room were Cody’s harsh groans, Obi-Wan’s cries, and the lewd squelch and slap of lube and skin. It formed a melody that Obi-Wan would give anything to hear again. Every inch of him was strung tightly, barely balancing on a sharp edge.

Behind him, Cody let out a sharp, guttural cry, and warmth flooded Obi-Wan, sending him falling over that edge. He spilled onto Cody’s thighs with a hoarse shout, collapsing and nearly falling sideways off of Cody with drawn out moans and whimpers as the sweet, maddening sensations quickly became the painful sort of overstimulating.

Cody, bless him, was quick to act. He pulled Obi-Wan back onto his chest, rubbing his abdomen in a way that encouraged him to breathe. Obi-Wan sobbed as Cody pulled out, the lack of both the toy and his cock leaving Obi-Wan so unbearably empty.

Cody skillfully maneuvered them so he was lying on his side with Obi-Wan pulled into his chest, still trembling. He felt Cody’s lips kissing the tears off his face, could vaguely hear him murmuring softly.

It took a while, at least Obi-Wan was pretty sure it did, but he eventually came back to himself. He nuzzled into Cody’s chest, absolutely exhausted and content to fall asleep right there, but Cody seemed to sense he was recovering.

“There you are,” he said, his voice painfully fond. “Are you okay?”

Obi-Wan groaned, shoving his face further into Cody’s skin. “Sleepy.”

Cody laughed. “Yeah, me too. I don’t know if we want to sleep here, though.”

“Hmm?” Obi-Wan grunted. “Why?”

“Well, it’s a bit,” Cody paused, “damp.”

Obi-Wan frowned, noticing for the first time how the sheets were clammy with a mix of come, lube, and sweat. “Lovely.”

“We can go back to my room,” Cody suggested.

“Carry me,” Obi-Wan demanded listlessly.

“You made me stay flat on my back while we had sex, but you have no problem making me carry you down the hall?” Cody laughed.

Obi-Wan groaned, pouting. “Fine. But I’m not putting on clothes.”

“How about the hotel robe?” Cody offered.

“If I must.”

Apparently, Cody decided he must. He got up, cruelly abandoning Obi-Wan on the disgusting sheets. When he returned he had a warm washcloth that he used to clean Obi-Wan up, apologizing as Obi-Wan shuddered from sensitivity. When Obi-Wan was more or less clean, he was wrapped up into the hotel robe and pulled to his feet.

He groaned on principle but shuffled into the hallway after Cody, only just remembering to grab a key so he could get back in the next morning. By the time they reached Cody’s room, Obi-Wan was slightly more awake. Enough that when Cody suggested they order some refreshments from room service, he was fully on board.

It was only about ten o’clock when they settled into bed, having practically inhaled the cubed fruit and cheese Cody ordered and each of them downing a water bottle from the mini fridge. For bed they ditched the robes, Cody tucking himself against Obi-Wan’s side with an adorable yawn.

“Can’t wait til I can actually fuck you into the mattress,” he grumbled. “Gonna be so good at it.”

Obi-Wan’s heart gave a little thrill at the certainty with which Cody talked about the future. He dropped a tender kiss onto the younger man’s forehead. “Looking forward to it.”

“But ’m taking you to dinner first,” Cody slurred, eyes fluttering shut.

“Can’t wait,” Obi-Wan said, smiling softly as he followed Cody into sleep.