Title: My Turn
Summary: 100 Word Challenge
Disclaimer: Not mine, they'll always be Georges
Notes: Damn you all, now I couldn't sleep until I wrote this. Enjoy!
"I want you Master."
Obi-Wan moaned as Anakin's mouth slid down his shaft, stroking, teasing, sucking, driving him mad. Lost in delirium, he could only utter a broken phrase in reply.
"I need you Anakin!"
Anakin groaned as Obi-Wan's hands fisted in his hair, clenching, pulling, holding, driving him crazy.
Obi-Wan moaned as he felt Anakin's lips close tightly around him, tongue fluttering at the exact right spot, sending him over the edge with a harsh cry.
Anakin swallowed until his Master was spent. Pulling back, licking his lips, he smiled up into the familiar blue-green eyes.
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