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Hissing a bit, Mace clenched his eyes shut as the hands continued
working on his sore and tense back before giving a delighted hum when
the thumbs of those hands dug into a tense knot in his upper back.
“Oh…kriff that’s the ticket.” He sighed.

His noises earned him a tiny laugh from behind him but Mace couldn’t
find it in him to stop the man currently massaging his sore muscles
and hey…he liked that laugh, he didn’t always hear it and he
cherished it when he did.

Sitting on the councilor’s bed, the lights were dimmed and he was
only wearing leggings and socks as the other man was in his thin
tunic and leggings, his crossed legs brushing against the small of
Mace back with how close he was sitting close to him.

When those clever hand slid along his side and then forward to cup
his stomach with the warm body pressing against his back, Mace leaned
back with a quiet rumble. “Thank you.” He rumbled softly, smiling
when a bearded chin hooked itself onto his shoulder. “That was
exactly what I needed after having to deal with Yoda all day in the
chamber.”

Obi-Wan hummed at that, smiling before he pressed a soft kiss along
the others jaw “Good, I’m always grateful when I can give you
some absolution from your hard days.” He quietly murmured, too
aware of the headache only barely held at bay.

“Your presence is absolution enough for me.” Mace confessed
quietly, just settling to the scent and sensation of the other before
reaching out to skate mental fingers along the others barriers,
smiling when they instantly lowered to let their Forces mingle.

Slowly they let their breaths fall in sync.

“Can you stay the night?” Mace questioned quietly, resting one
broad hand over the freckled ones on his stomach, tracing the little
bumps with his fingertips.

“No, I’d love to, but Anakin will expect an early lesson.”
Obi-Wan regretfully murmured, pressing his face into the curve of
Mace neck and shoulder.

That only got a low, understanding hum from the Korun and Obi-Wan
smiled into the skin, thumb circling the others navel slowly.

“Tomorrow then?” Mace questioned, pressing just a tiny bit.

“I’ll send him off with Tru for tomorrow night. I’m sure he’ll
appreciate a moment to goof off.” The senior knight murmured
against dark, warm skin.

Taking a deep breath at that and slowly letting it go to feel how
Obi-Wan’s hands shifted over his stomach, Mace nodded and let the
silence once again fill his bedroom.

Their relationship, while unexpected, had been a Force blessing,
filling both lonely lives with much needed companionship and
understanding and though they occasionally clashed over a difference
in opinion, Mace wouldn’t trade Obi-Wan for the galaxy.

As smart as he was handsome and as witty as he was humorous, even if
it was a dry sort of humor. Mace could fully get behind that kind of
humor, especially coupled with the discipline and dutifulness Obi-Wan
always showcased.

Jedi first, lovers second, that was no question.

But what wonderful lover Mace had gained.