Staring at the other man for in stunned disbelief, Anakin finally
took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen slowly. “Obi-Wan,
what in all Force names are you wearing?” He questioned, voice
perhaps a tiny bit squeaky.

The redhead looked up from where he was pouring himself a cup of tea,
blinking a bit where he stood in front of the kitchen counter wearing
his thin shift tunic that stopped a bit below his waist and under
that a pair of pastel purple silky panties with tiny lace decorations
at the top and around each leg that outlined his rear perfectly,
showcasing the pertness of it along with the muscular build from
years of exercise had given him. “Underwear?” He questioned back
since that was clearly what the blond was referring to. “Also good
morning Anakin.” He frowned.

“Yes, right, good morning but why are you wearing those
kinds of underwear?” Anakin spluttered

Staring at Anakin for a long moment Obi-Wan finally looked down at
the lacy underwear he was wearing before giving a shrug. “I like to
feel pretty too sometimes.” He shrugged and took a sip of his tea.
“And these do make me feel pretty. And they’re very comfortable.”
He added on quietly with a touch of a blush climbing his ears and
neck.

Catching the blush, Anakin rubbed the back of his neck and gave the
other a new once over, a small smile twitching onto his lips.
“…Yeah okay, they do make you look rather pretty I will admit
that Obi-Wan.” He chuckled faintly. “I was just surprised, I mean
I never seen you wear… well this before.”

The other shrugged a bit, hiding a pleased yet shy smile into his
cup. “Well I couldn’t exactly parade around in my underwear in
front of my very young padawan.”

“You did in your boxers.” Anakin pointed out as he poured himself
a glass of juice before grabbing the cheese to make himself an open
faced sandwich with plenty of cheese and hopefully some leftover
meat.

“That’s different, the fabric is loser and they looked more like
shorts.” Obi-Wan shrugged, pretending not to notice Anakin
examining his legs slowly even as the knight was putting his own
breakfast together.

Honestly it was a bit flattering how Anakin eyes sparked with
approval as they roved the pale legs covered in a sparse layer of red
hairs, blue eyes darkening a bit at the strong nude legs.

Curious, Obi-Wan flexed them a bit and hid his grin into his cup once
again when it made Anakin bite his lips with the start of a flush
appearing in the others cheeks.

And then Anakin’s gaze raised higher, watching how the panties
framed Obi-Wan’s rear, showcased the shape and put pale skin on
display.

“I guess.” Anakin finally said and oh Force was his voice a
little bit husky?

Now there was something Obi-Wan hadn’t expected and he felt a
responding twitch in his own underwear.

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan ignored the sensation as he hummed
softly, watching the sunrise instead.

Thankfully, Anakin said nothing more and once his cup was empty,
Obi-Wan slipped to his room to finish dressing, appearing back in the
quarters as the fully respectable Jedi master in leggings, tunic and
tabards in pale tans and brown.

Only he and Anakin knew the truth of what was under there and Obi-Wan
could feel Anakin’s eyes on him even as he pulled on his boots and
headed out for a council meeting.

Force, it felt like those eyes were trying to burn through his
clothes and it made Obi-Wan feel a tiny bit smug.