The sensation of lips on his was almost surreal after waiting for so long until the braid was cut, the taste of cheap liquor, the smell of death stick smoke on the others clothes and Anakin’s chapped lips against his.

It was perfect.

Whatever else, Obi-Wan had waited for so long that this was perfect and fit in the life they had made.

Reaching up, Obi-Wan cupped Anakin’s face in his hands and tilted his head back, tryingly deepening the kiss as Anakin enthusiastically wrapped his arms around the older Jedi’s waist, bringing the two flush against each other.

Thinking of nothing but the others warmth, Obi-Wan pulled back enough to breath, chuckling faintly as he thumbed at Anakin’s cheeks, faint stubbles felt underneath his fingers. “What in the world did you drink Anakin?” He whispered, feeling warmed by the kiss.

Snorting, Anakin rubbed their noses together. “I have no idea,” He breathed out, licking his lips. “Darra bought it for me and told me to drink. Big fucking drink, tasted sweet but was cheap alcohol for sure.” He noted quietly, hands rubbing at the silky back of the others robe.

Licking his own lips thoughtfully, Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes in contemplation before shrugging. “Some kind of lower level cocktail then. Can’t say I recognize the flavors.” He noted in quiet amusement, stealing a quick, chaste kiss.

As much as he adored Anakin, loved him even, he was in no way ready for anything more this one night.

Humming faintly, Anakin gave Obi-Wan’s pink robe a little tug. “Surprised you dared to walk around like this, what if someone else came by?” He murmured, a faint tinge of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Snorting, Obi-Wan nodded to the couch. “Only you can come and go into this quarters unless they use an override code,” He stated dryly as Anakin took in the sight of a plain, black cotton bathrobe on the couch arm. “If anyone else came calling, I would have thrown on the cotton robe and told them to give me a moment to get dressed after inviting them in.” Obi-Wan explained.

Honestly, you’d think Obi-Wan was never prepared for guests or emergency instances.

Outside of Anakin, he’d rather not have everyone know about his delight in silk and softness.

It was intimate knowledge and he liked only having Anakin knowing what he was wearing beneath his tunics and leggings.

Visibly relaxing, Anakin grinned faintly, backing Obi-Wan towards the couch only to pause in confusion when Obi-Wan lifted his hands from the others cheek and held one up. “I… don’t want to get intimate tonight Anakin,” Watching the other apprehensively, Obi-Wan relaxed when Anakin just smiled understandingly. “I don’t mind cuddling though. Just…”

Interrupting the other by pecking him on the lips, Anakin just shook his head. “You don’t have to explain or justify saying no, cuddling is fine. Though I want hot chocolate if we’re gonna watch that.” He snorted, nodding to the tv where the musical was still on pause.

Huffing teasingly, Obi-Wan poked his fingers in Anakin’s ticklish sides so the blond jerked with a yelp, Obi-Wan hid how he felt almost meek with relief at how accepting Anakin was. “I’ll have you know that Stars above Ryloth is a classical and you’d do well watching some cultu-” He scolded only to be interrupted.

“Blahblahblah.” Anakin playfully rolled his eyes as both tried not to laugh at an old and rehashed discussion about culture, reluctantly letting go as Obi-Wan broke from his embrace to go to the kitchenette to make said hot chocolate.

‘And some tea for myself at the same time.’ The redhead noted with some glee since Anakin was willing to watch the rest of the musical with him, humming happily when Anakin followed him, unable to resist teasing touches as Obi-Wan made their drinks.

Not that Obi-Wan was doing much to escape them as he delighted in the touches of his boyfriend.

Force above, Obi-Wan Kenobi had a boyfriend!