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Waystations, hubs for space travel, were scattered throughout the galaxy. There were reputable stops closer to the core worlds, to the more seedy in the outer rim. Every waystation, no matter how clean it was, had an area where the lonely traveler could find some company, be it anonymous and free or paid for. 

Ever since he was able, Obi-Wan had ventured into the back alleys of the waystations, seeking relief. He had learned the general location for most glory holes. Those quickly became his favorite way to find release. It was all about anonymous pleasure. He could suck someone off or let them fuck him. He didn’t have to see their faces and they didn’t have to see his. They didn’t even have to know he was dualsex. It gave him freedom. 

His frequent travel led to a moderately active sex life. 

Except now he was in the middle of a war and while his libido had dropped, he still had the occasional desire to be fucked. It wasn’t like he could just ask one of his men to fuck him. They were all handsome, strong men and he would gladly bend over for them, especially his Commander, but they were off limits. He wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize that. 

When he had heard they were going to stop at a waystation to refuel, he was overjoyed. He could find a glory hole and get off. 

It took some convincing to get his Commander to leave him alone and once he was confident he wasn’t being followed, Obi-Wan ducked into the back alleys and made for the seedier parts of the waystation. 

Behind an average looking bar was a door which led to a small, narrow room. Obi-Wan closed the door behind him and locked it. He flipped the switch and rolled his eyes at the dim, almost stereotypical lighting. Of course with the anonymous nature, dim lighting worked better. 

The glory hole was on the wall opposite the door. It was about kneeling height. If he was willing to strain his legs, well he could get fucked. At least the walls were close enough that he could press his palms on the other side to help balance himself. 

Near the glory hole, was another switch, this one was for an indicator light. Most likely there were two lights for it, one in the bar proper, signaling to patrons that someone was in the glory hole, and another light in the room on the other side, signaling if the person in the glory hole was still there and still available. 

That wasn’t to say he had no choice about consent. Obi-Wan could decline to serve someone if he chose but he enjoyed experiencing the different kinds of genitalia the galaxy had to offer. His favorite were Nautolons and their prehensile tentacle cocks. Of course, if he had to choose, he would always pick a big cock to ride. 

Next to the door was a red button. Underneath it was a sign detailing that it was the disinfectant button and that the room would be sprayed down and cleaned. Each guest was to press it before they left the room. It wasn’t the best cleaning but it got the job done.

He laid his robe on the floor in front of the hole, doing his best to stay somewhat clean. He stripped out of his clothes, folded them, and put them in the cubby across from him. 

The nicer glory holes contained various aids like lube and plastis. This one made an attempt. The bottle of lube was on its side, clearly empty. There was a small metal bowl in one of the cubbies, probably for plastis, but it was empty. At least Obi-Wan was up to date on all of his shots and his contraceptive implant had recently been replaced.

At least this place had a sink. Obi-Wan could clean up after everything. 

Obi-Wan knelt on the floor and he calmed his pounding heart. He was already getting wet in anticipation. He stroked his half hard cock. 

Once he was ready, he turned on the indicator light. 

It didn’t take long before the light on the other side of the hole turned on and Obi-Wan’s breath hitched and he took a deep breath to center himself. Part of the fun was never knowing what kind of cock was going to appear. 

His brows furrowed as he felt the person approach. Their Force signature was familiar. That didn’t make sense though. He didn’t know—

“Is someone there?” 

An icy chill shot down his spine and his heart stilled. 

That was a clone. He didn’t recognize the particular voice, they were probably one of the thousands of clones on the waystation right now, but he knew without a doubt that that was a clone on the other side. 

Obi-Wan couldn’t say anything. If he did they would know he was there. Usually it didn’t matter if the other person heard his voice or not, he was one in billions to them. The clones knew him. At that moment, he had to keep quiet. 

“They said if the light was on that someone was in here,” the clone said, sounding hesitant. 

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. 

Kriff. He could walk out and leave but then he’d have to wait months before another chance like this happened and if it was another waystation, he could run into the same situation. 

There was another option. He could simply pretend that it wasn’t one of his men on the other side— one of his handsome, strong men. They wouldn’t know it was their commanding officer sucking them off, pleasuring them. The thought of that even had heat sparking in his belly and he ran his fingers over his slickening folds. He could pretend that this had never happened. 

He gave a tentative knock. 

The clone’s presence brighted in the Force. 

“Great,” the clone said, “Do I just stick my cock in here? I’ve never done this before.”

Obi-Wan leaned his forehead against the wall and suppressed a soft chuckle. The clone had to be a shiny. He seemed so innocent. Obi-Wan knocked on the wall again, settling on using that to communicate. 

“Okay, cool,” the clone said. 

A moment later a half hard cock poked through the hole. 

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened at the size of it. His cunt got wet and his own cock twitched. If this was a normal situation he would ask them to fuck him. He had a thing for big cocks. 

This wasn’t going to help his crush on his men. 

Obi-Wan leaned forward and he licked a long stripe up the cock. He wrapped his fingers around the thick length and groaned at the sheer size of it. It would feel amazing inside him. 

He had to stop thinking about that. He couldn’t ask the clone to fuck him without the clone hearing his voice. He had to settle on only sucking on the cock.

He wrapped his lips around the head of the cock and ran his tongue over the crown. 

A shiver ran through the clone and Obi-Wan grinned in triumph, proud in his ability to bring someone pleasure. 

Obi-Wan pressed a finger inside himself, imagining that incredible cock filling him. 

He took the cock deep in his mouth and hummed around it. 

The clone jerked, cock pulling back.

“Kriff, I’ve never,” the clone made a whimpering noise, “This is my first time.”

Obi-Wan focused on making sure the clone enjoyed himself. He dedicated himself to giving the clone the best experience possible. His men deserved nothing less. 

The clone began moaning and groaning. His hips rocked forward. The head of the cock brushed the back of Obi-Wan’s throat and Obi-Wan’s walls clenched around his finger. 

“Kriff, can I… Can I fuck you, please?”

Well, that solved Obi-Wan’s problem. He didn’t even have to ask. 

Obi-Wan pulled off the cock.

The clone whined, thrusting his cock in the hole, waiting for Obi-Wan. 

Obi-Wan turned around and gripped the cock. He wasn’t loose enough for a cock that big but he enjoyed that painful stinging stretch. It wasn’t like he got the chance to take a cock this big that often. He’d probably be sore later. But he could deal with that in the future. 

He held the cock steady as he angled himself, rubbing the head along his soaked folds. 

“Oh kriff, oh kriff, oh kriff,” the clone muttered, trembling. “Please.”

Obi-Wan pressed back, letting the cock sink inside him. It felt even better than he had imagined. It was huge. It touched him so incredibly. It felt like it didn’t end. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing back, taking the cock all the way inside. 

“Kriff, you’re tight,” the clone groaned. 

Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back and he used his hands to brace himself against the wall. Fucking himself like this wasn’t easy. It had been so long since he had a cock inside him that he had to pause. He felt like he was going to explode. 

The clone’s cock was easily one of the biggest cocks he had ever taken. 

Obi-Wan rocked forward until only the head remained inside him and then he slammed back onto the cock. He bit at his bottom lip to stop the moan from escaping. 

Kriff, he felt good inside him. 

Obi-Wan fucked himself on the thick cock, savoring the clone’s moans. 

All too soon though the clone was saying he was close to orgasm. 

Obi-Wan wasn’t there yet. He didn’t plan on leaving the room anytime soon though. He’d stay for a few hours at least, probably take care of five people or maybe even more. He’d climax eventually. 

The clone cried out and warmth flooded Obi-Wan’s cunt and Obi-Wan dropped his head and groaned, legs shaking as he stayed still, letting the clone fill him. 

The cock pulled out of him and cum dribbled down Obi-Wan’s thighs. 

Obi-Wan turned around, faced the hole, and knelt down. He pressed a finger inside his cunt and groaned. It certainly wasn’t enough now. He wanted that cock inside him again. It was too bad the clone couldn’t last longer. 

“Thank you,” the clone said. 

There was the click of armor being put back in place and then the door to the room opposite slid open. Obi-Wan took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to wait however long he needed to for his next client as it were. 

The door opened sooner than he expected. There was another familiar signature in the Force, really familiar. 

Wooley.

His heart thudded. This changed things. He knew Wooley. 

“Are you still there?”

Numb, Obi-Wan knocked on the wall, heart racing. He had already taken one of the men. It wouldn’t hurt to take care of him too. 

“Clip said you sucked on him and then let him fuck you. Can I do that too?”

Excitement rising inside him, Obi-Wan knocked on the wall again. 

This was only his second person. Normally he didn’t get a visitor so soon after the first. He stretched his mouth, rolling his jaw. Clip was big and if Wooley was anywhere close, Obi-Wan’s jaw was going to be sore after the pair. 

There was a click and then some shuffling and a cock as large as Clip’s slid through the hole. 

Obi-Wan licked his lips. 

Well, at least he knew what Wooley wanted. He could do this. Obi-Wan wrapped his lips around Wooley’s cock and took him deep, focusing on giving him as much pleasure. Wooley’s cock rocked in his mouth and Obi-Wan licked along the thick length. 

“Right there,” Wooley gasped, hips jerking. 

Obi-Wan repeated the motion and Wooley gave a loud moan. A thrill ran down Obi-Wan’s spine. 

He was on his knees for a couple minutes, sucking Wooley off when Wooley asked to fuck him. Obi-Wan got up and positioned himself like he had with Clip. 

He rubbed the head of Wooley’s cock along his folds, letting the tip get slick before pressing back, taking the cock deep. 

Obi-Wan groaned and dropped his head, bracing his hands on the wall opposite. Wooley was buried deep inside him and he felt amazing. 

“Kriff, you’re as tight as he said,” Wooley said.

He pulled back and Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back as even the head of Wooley’s cock left him. It wasn’t for long though. Wooley’s hips snapped forward, slamming that amazing cock inside him in smooth motion. Obi-Wan bit back a moan. 

Wooley pounded into him. Obi-Wan bit into his arm to silence his noises of pleasure. His legs were shaking as his orgasm came rushing towards him. Wooley was lasting longer than Clip had. 

On a particularly hard thrust, Obi-Wan came clenching around Wooley’s cock and Wooley cried out. He pulled out as he came and cum splashed over Obi-Wan’s ass and thighs. He whimpered at the thought of his men leaving their mark. 

“Kriff that was good,” Wooley muttered, “Thank you.”

Obi-Wan grunted an acknowledgement, legs giving out. He collapsed and laid his forehead on his robe and groaned. He needed a moment to recover. They were huge. 

There was a click of armor, a sound Obi-Wan had heard numerous times on the Negotiator as his men dressed around him, and then the door opened and closed. He let out a weary sigh. 

But then the door opened again and Obi-Wan shoved his knuckles into his mouth and whimpered. He glanced over his shoulder and shuddered, another clone, this one he didn’t know. 

They didn’t say anything, they simply stuck their cock through the hole. 

This time Obi-Wan didn’t even bother with sucking on them. He reached back and stroked them until they were fully hard, grateful when he noticed their cock wasn’t as long as the previous two. He got back into position and pressed back onto the cock, letting the cum ease the way. 

The clone’s breath hitched. 

Obi-Wan braced his hands on the wall and let them take control, fucking into him however they wanted. They went fast and hard, taking their pleasure, using his body. He truly was a hole for this clone to fuck. They didn’t care. The uninterested attitude reminded Obi-Wan more of his previous encounters than the two before. The clone just wanted to cum. 

The clone grunted and snarled before slamming forward and burying his cock deep inside Obi-Wan. His seed flooded Obi-Wan’s cunt and Obi-Wan shivered at the thrill of being used. The clone didn’t say anything as he pulled out of Obi-Wan, put himself back to rights, and left the room. 

This time Obi-Wan turned around and knelt in front of the hole. One of his men was going to walk through that door in a few seconds and it was better if he was prepared. 

They did not disappoint. A moment later another one of his men entered. Another person he didn’t recognize. 

“I know I can’t see your face but I’d…” the clone paused, “I’d like to cum on your face if possible.”

Obi-Wan knocked on the wall, signaling permission. 

“Is that a yes?” the clone asked. 

Obi-Wan gave a soft chuckle. Well, he hadn’t exactly clarified what each knock meant. He gave another single knock. 

The clone on the other side huffed. 

“One knock means yes and two means no. So, can I cum on your face?”

Obi-Wan covered his mouth to keep from laughing at the man’s frustration. Everyone else had just done what they wanted almost. At least this man wanted to know for certain if he had permission. 

He gave a single, hard knock this time. 

The man let out a relieved sigh and then there was the click of a latch and a cock slid through the hole. 

Obi-Wan went to work on sucking him off. 

Desire simmered in his belly at the thought of one of his men cumming on his face. He decided to leave it there until he left the room. He wouldn’t make any attempt to clean up before then, letting them use him and use him until he was nothing but an exhausted mess. 

“Kriff, your mouth is so good,” the clone groaned. 

He pulled back and thrusted his cock forward.

Obi-Wan pressed closer to the hole, letting the clone fuck his mouth if that was what he wanted. 

“Gonna cover your face, get you dirty.”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks pinked at the filthy words coming from him. It wasn’t the first time that someone talked like that as he sucked them off. 

He relaxed his aching jaw, letting the clone use him. 

“I’m close,” the clone said, voice breathy. “Pull back.”

Obi-Wan nodded and he pulled off the cock. He stroked him, aiming for his face. 

The clone gasped and Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Cum splashed over his cheeks and hit his lips. 

Obi-Wan’s own cock twitched and he squeezed himself. His pleasure wasn’t his focus right now. He was getting off on being used. 

“Kriff, I wish I could see your face right now. Bet you look as hot as Tatooine.”

Obi-Wan squeezed himself and licked the cum off his lips. 

There was the click of armor and then the man marched out of the room. The door opened and closed. 

Obi-Wan pressed two fingers into his soaking cunt and groaned. 

The door opened again and two very familiar Force signatures walked in, Waxer and Boil. 

“The room is smaller than I thought it would be,” Boil said. 

“Both of us still fit in here,” Waxer replied, “Come on, I want you to watch.”

There was a snort and then two clicks. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks turned red. He had never had two people on the other side before. 

A cock slid through the hole and Obi-Wan tentatively began to stroke it. It belonged to one of his officers and he wasn’t exactly sure who. This was someone he interacted with on a near daily basis. He was about to suck them off or, if they wanted, let them fuck him. 

Kriff, what would his men think if they knew how much of a slut their General was, he wondered. He would never tell them about this or about how he was getting off on them using him.

A hand was on the base of the cock and it took Obi-Wan aback. 

“Did you ask them to suck you off?” Boil hissed. 

“No, sir,” Waxer whimpered. 

Well, he hadn’t expected that. Obi-Wan shoved his knuckles into his mouth. Admittedly, Boil’s dominating voice was turning him on too. He shifted his stance and rubbed his fingers along his folds. 

“Like the General always says, be polite,” Boil said, voice low. 

Obi-Wan groaned around his knuckles and he thrusted his fingers into his cunt, rocking on them. Hearing his title in that voice sparked a fire inside him. 

“May I please fuck you?” Waxer asked, breathy, sounding half out of his mind. 

Obi-Wan gave a single knock against the wall and he turned around and positioned himself. 

“According to Blackout, one knock means yes,” Boil said. 

That must’ve been the clone from earlier. 

Obi-Wan grabbed hold of Waxer’s cock and he carefully pressed against him, mouth falling open at the stretch. It was easier to take Waxer’s cock after several others had fucked him. Obi-Wan braced his hands against the wall and he rocked on Waxer’s cock, eagerly meeting Waxer’s thrusts. 

“How do they feel?” Boil asked, in a hushed voice. 

Obi-Wan barely heard him over the slap of skin. 

“They're so tight,” Waxer moaned. 

There were few times that Obi-wan wished his partners could actually hold him and this was one of them. Waxer would have a death grip on his hips as he pounded into him and Obi-Wan would probably be sucking Boil off. Boil would be directing them the whole time, maybe even telling Waxer to slow down. 

Something else pressed inside him, stretching him even further. It took Obi-Wan a moment to realize that it was one of their fingers. 

Obi-Wan bit into his arm to keep from crying out. His orgasm rushed towards him. His legs were startling to wobble. 

Another reason why it would be better if they were with him, they could change the position so it wasn’t such a strain on his legs. 

Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. 

His orgasm hit him hard and he clenched around Waxer’s cock.

A moment later he felt warmth flooding inside him and he shuddered, panting as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Good for another round?” Boil asked.

Obi-Wan gave a low whine, wanting to turn him down and yet eager for another fuck. 

Waxer’s soft cock pulled out of him and Obi-Wan braced himself once more. 

Two fingers pressed inside his cum soaked cunt and he gave a low whine, rocking back on them. 

“Fuck, how many loads have you taken already?” Boil asked. 

Obi-Wan gave another low whining noise. He had no idea. He had lost count. There was also the fact that not every load had gone into his cunt. 

The fingers rubbed against a sensitive spot and Obi-Wan had to bite into his arm to muffle his moan. 

“Gonna give you more,” Boil said, pulling his fingers out. 

He managed to press his cock into Obi-Wan’s cunt and Obi-Wan would’ve tipped his head back if he didn’t need to keep quiet. 

He could barely think after his orgasm. His mind was a muddled, hazy mess. 

Boil came with a grunt, seed leaking out around his cock. Obi-Wan waited until Boil pulled out of him before collapsing. He didn’t know how much he had left in him. 

“Thank you,” Waxer and Boil said before leaving. 

Obi-Wan lay there, hoping for a longer break, and groaning when another clone entered moments later. 

This clone had a bright energy to him, like a shiny fresh from Kamino. He stuck his cock through the hole and Obi-Wan turned around and wrapped his lips around it, too tired to do anything more. The shiny didn’t seem to care, gasping and moaning as Obi-Wan used his tongue, mouth, and hands on him. He came with a moan worthy of a holoporn star. Obi-Wan swallowed his spend without a thought, sitting back on his heels and taking the moment to rest.

The next to enter was another familiar clone, Gregor. 

“Heard you have a tight cunt,” he said, voice rough. 

With the shiny Obi-Wan couldn’t muster the energy to get back into position, for Gregor though, he could manage it. Obi-Wan turned around and got back into position, taking several deep breaths before bracing his hands against the opposite wall. He glanced over his shoulder, checking to see if he was at the right spot, when two fingers brushed over his folds. 

Gregor gave a low, appreciative noise. 

Obi-Wan, already out of his mind with pleasure, just pressed back onto his fingers. He moaned as they brushed over a spot that had him seeing stars. 

“Yeah, right there. That’s what you need.”

Obi-Wan dropped his head and rocked back, meeting each little thrust. 

“There you go, fuck yourself on my fingers. Then I’m sliding my cock into you.”

Obi-Wan tucked his head to the side and bit into his arm, groaning at the slow drag of his fingers. He was so close to the edge. 

“You’ve had so many of us and still you want more,” Gregor said, a slight teasing tone in his voice. 

Obi-Wan shook at the truth of the statement. He wanted as much as he could have. He’d let them all use him. 

“Cum for me,” Gregor growled. 

It was enough to draw a ragged noise from Obi-Wan. His body clenched down on the fingers and he cried out as he came, tears streaming down his cheeks. He shoved his knuckles into his mouth to keep from begging Gregor for more. If anyone would recognize his voice, Gregor would. It was too high of a risk. 

The fingers pulled out of him. There was a soft sucking sound and then Gregor made a delighted smacking noise. 

“You’re delicious,” he said. 

Obi-Wan groaned and he pressed against the wall. 

Gregor rubbed the head of his cock over Obi-Wan’s folds and Obi-Wan squirmed, eager to be filled once more. 

The head of his cock pressed inside him and Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back and he bit into his bottom lip, holding back a moan at the sheer pleasure. The huge cock filled him wonderfully and Obi-Wan bit into his arm in anticipation. He had to be careful around Gregor.

“Kriff, you’re tight,” Gregor groaned. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks pinked at the compliment. Of course it helped that Gregor was huge, definitely on the larger size of the clones. 

Gregor pounded into him, chasing his release. He grunted when he snapped his hips forward, burying his cock deep. Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back. He squeezed around him. 

He just knew he was going to be sore after this. He’d be lucky if he didn’t have a limp. 

A finger slid in alongside Gregor’s cock, stretching him even more and Obi-Wan screamed into his sleeve at the weak orgasm that hit him. He clenched around Gregor’s cock in shock. Gregor growled as he came, spilling inside Obi-Wan’s cunt. 

“So kriffing good, glad I listened to Waxer and Boil,” Gregor said, pulling out of him, leaving him empty. 

Obi-Wan waited a moment before sagging onto his knees and trying to catch his breath. 

There was the click of armor and then the door opened and closed. 

It felt like a few minutes passed before the door opened again. In that time Obi-Wan had turned around and knelt facing the hole again, deciding to take a break on being fucked. 

The next person was a shiny and he asked timidly if Obi-Wan would suck him off and Obi-Wan knocked once, signaling his agreement. The shiny shoved his cock through the hole and he trembled the entire time. Obi-Wan took care of him as best he could but he couldn’t do anything for the young man’s anxiety. 

The man came without warning and Obi-Wan almost choked on his cum. He pulled back and it splashed over his face, coughing as he did so. 

“Kriff, I’m sorry, I” —

Obi-Wan didn’t even have time to think about how to reassure the young man as the shiny hastily ran out of the room, not even bothering with adjusting his armor. The door slid shut a moment later. 

He scooped some of the cum off his cheeks and sucked it off his finger, grinning as he did.

Another shiny entered and he had a more terse attitude, asking for Obi-Wan to suck him off. Then he stood there, letting Obi-Wan take care of him, grunting every so often. Through the Force Obi-Wan could see the man’s arousal but beyond that, that young man barely reacted. 

“Gonna cum,” he grunted. 

Obi-Wan pulled back slightly, still giving him his all. The young man came and Obi-Wan swallowed it all. Obi-Wan’s own cock twitched and he stroked himself several times. He licked the head several times before pulling back and the cock slid out of the hole. 

The shiny left with a clipped thanks. 

Obi-Wan laid his head against the wall. The last two had been relaxing in their own ways. It gave his aching cunt a brief reprieve although now he was starting to yearn for that delicious slightly too much stretch. He resolved to let the next person fuck him. 

At the rate everything was going he could probably take maybe three or four of them before he called it quits. That would probably mean another half an hour to an hour in the room. He had the whole afternoon to himself. 

The door opened and Obi-Wan glanced up and his heart sank and his breath caught in his throat. 

He was well acquainted with this particular Force signature.

Cody. 

His esteemable Commander. 

Obi-Wan swallowed back the lump in his throat. He could still use the Force to turn the light off. 

He didn’t have to do anything with Cody. He could stop it all right now. 

But that wasn’t the problem. He badly wanted to have sex with him. He burned for Cody’s touch, longing for whenever his Commander casually touched him. Sometimes those touches lingered and Obi-Wan’s heart hammered as if that was the moment things would change. 

They never did. 

He wouldn’t let it. 

He was Cody’s commanding officer and to do anything would be folly. There was a power imbalance between them and no matter how much he longed for Cody to hold him, he couldn’t. 

“Are you still there?” Cody asked, sounding tentative, a rare thing. 

Obi-Wan hung his head and raised his shaking hand. He didn’t have to answer. He could just let Cody leave. But he had wanted Cody ever since the war started and he had realized how capable Cody was. Obi-Wan couldn’t imagine a life without Cody at his side. He would be celibate for the rest of his life if that meant Cody would stay with him. 

The Force stirred around him. 

They were at a glory hole in a waystation. Cody didn’t know who he was. He didn’t have to know. This was meant to be anonymous. 

He would get his chance to feel Cody inside him. 

“Right, I’ll” —

It was now or never. 

Obi-Wan gave a firm, resounding knock.

“Ah, you’re still here.”

Cody’s Force presence brightened and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but grin. 

“Blackout said you’ve been doing one for yes and two for no,” he stated. 

It really wasn’t a question but Obi-Wan did knock once to confirm. 

“Have the men been treating you well?” Cody asked. 

For a moment Obi-Wan wondered if Cody knew it was him. He couldn’t. Obi-Wan had done his best to go a roundabout way to the entrance. No one should know he was in there. 

Kriff, he was surprised that Cody had even managed to find this area. It was in a seedy part of the waystation, certainly not where a respectable Commander should be found. Of course, Obi-Wan could see Cody following his men to keep them safe. 

“Hello?” 

Obi-Wan quickly gave a single knock. 

“You’ve taken care of several of the men. I told them to go slower and give you some time.”

Obi-Wan didn’t knock this time, unsure of how to respond. He could only communicate with knocks and that meant simple responses. 

It touched him that Cody didn’t just come in here to fuck him and use him. He cared about the person his men were using. 

Still, he hoped Cody would fuck him. He was empty and wanted to be filled again. 

Cody gave a weary sigh and Obi-Wan’s heart clenched, wishing he could hold Cody in his arms or even talk with him. Obi-Wan couldn’t say a word though; Cody would recognize his voice immediately. 

“Can I use your…” Cody paused and gave a soft snort, “Services too?”

Obi-Wan chuckled at the awkward question and he gave an affirmative knock. 

“Thank you,” Cody said. There was the expected click of a codpiece being removed and the shuffle of clothing being moved aside. 

Obi-Wan expectantly watched the hole, curious about how big Cody was. Obi-Wan licked his lips in anticipation. He reminded himself to temper his expectations. The clones have all been on the larger side but Cody could still be on the small size of big— or he could be small. Either way, it was Cody and that was what made him special. 

Of course all of that flew out the window when Cody’s cock slid through the hole and Obi-Wan got his first glimpse of heaven. 

Obi-Wan’s heart stopped and his mouth fell open. 

Cody was not small. 

He was absolutely, gloriously massive. 

If Obi-Wan could, he’d get a mold of that cock just to ride it whenever he wanted. 

After seeing Cody’s cock, Obi-Wan knew he was going to have issues working with Cody. He would want to ride that cock whenever possible. He could sit on it while they did flimsiwork and simply keep Cody warm. He’d suck him off whenever Cody did anything impressive, which was just an everyday occurrence. He’d take any excuse to worship Cody and his incredible cock. 

Obi-Wan wrapped his hand around his own cock and bit back a groan, hips jerking. He leaned forward and gently licked at the tip of Cody’s. A thrill ran through him at the slightly salty taste. 

Kriff, this was Cody. He almost couldn’t believe he was about to suck his Commander off and possibly, dear Force, hopefully, let him fuck him. At this point he’d be disappointed if he didn’t get to feel that cock in his cunt. 

Obi-Wan opened his mouth and slowly wrapped his lips around the thick length, squeezing his own cock as he did so. 

Cody groaned above him and Obi-Wan felt it in his chest. 

Encouraged, he slid his mouth deeper onto Cody’s cock, wishing the wall wasn’t between them and he could attempt, because he’d likely fail or choke himself to death, to bury his nose in Cody’s dark hair. He pressed a finger inside himself, rubbing at a spot that had him rocking on the digit. He braced his hand against the wall and moved his mouth along Cody’s cock, tongue licking along his length. 

“Are you touching yourself?” Cody asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

Obi-Wan gave a single knock. 

His eyes were closed and he was intent on giving Cody the very best blow job he had ever had. 

“How many fingers?” 

Obi-Wan knocked once. He hadn’t added another yet. 

“Use two, I want you to stretch yourself before I fuck you,” Cody’s voice was deep and rough.

Obi-Wan immediately obeyed, sliding a second finger into his cunt. That authoritative voice could ask him his name and he would confess his identity to Cody. He’d do anything for him. It was like Cody’s command voice except it was lower and hotter. 

He moaned as he spread his fingers, stretching himself for Cody’s thick cock. 

“So good for me,” Cody whispered. 

Obi-Wan whined at the praise and he tried taking Cody’s cock deep but he couldn’t fit him all the way in his mouth. He contented himself with sucking on as much as he could. 

Cody gave a rumbling growl and Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back at the sound. 

Everything Cody did turned him on. He had it bad. 

“I want to taste you,” Cody said, voice breathless. 

Obi-Wan jolted and looked up as if he could see Cody’s face. 

“Gregor said you let him finger you. Will you let me try to eat you out?” 

Obi-Wan pulled off of his cock, eyes wide. None of his partners had ever asked to eat him out before. Glory holes weren’t really conducive to that type of oral sex. 

Still, the thought of Cody’s tongue against him lit a fire inside him and he gave a tentative knock. 

“Yeah? Turn around for me and get in position. I want you to cum before I fuck you.”

Obi-Wan knocked again before shuffling and turning around, bracing himself against the wall. He grabbed one of his tabards from the cubby and shoved the fabric into his mouth. 

If Cody heard anything, he could begin to suspect Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan couldn’t afford to let that happen. He had to maintain some anonymity. 

Cody helped him position himself and soon Obi-Wan was pressing his cunt against the hole. 

Hot breath on his sensitive skin sent a shiver down his spine. 

The first brush of tongue against his folds had him jolting and screaming into his tabard. 

He shook against the wall, struggling to stay in position. 

Kriff, why did Cody have to be such a good sex partner. He had a big cock and he was interested in his partner’s pleasure. 

A finger rubbed over his entrance and the tongue licked at his clit. Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back. The finger pressed inside him and Obi-Wan couldn’t stop himself from squirming. 

“Kriff, you’re delicious,” Cody said in an awed voice. 

Obi-Wan pressed even harder against the wall. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t the cleanest, he wanted to be as close to Cody as possible. 

The tongue pressed inside him and Obi-Wan dug his teeth into the fabric. He wanted to scream in pleasure. Instead he was reduced to covering every sound he made, unable to let Cody know how well he was doing. 

Cody used his tongue and fingers on him like a master at his craft. He easily pulled an orgasm from him and Obi-Wan wailed into the tabard, eyes squeezed shut, knuckles white. His cum hit his robe. 

Obi-Wan jerked away when Cody pressed his fingers deep inside his cunt again. 

“Too much?” he asked, voice husky. 

Obi-Wan knocked once. 

He had already cum several times earlier. He could barely even keep himself in the position. If he came again, he wouldn’t get the chance to feel Cody inside him. He wanted that more than anything. 

“May I still fuck you?” Cody asked, a hint of hope in his voice. 

Obi-Wan gave a quick, firm knock. He wasn’t going to let Cody doubt himself. He wanted Cody inside him, big cock or not, he wanted him. 

“Thank you,” Cody whispered, pressing a gentle, tender kiss to his folds. 

A shiver ran down Obi-Wan’s spine and he whimpered at the sweet affection. 

Kriff, he wanted Cody as his lover now more than ever. He had no idea that Cody would be so caring. 

The head of his cock rubbed over his folds and Obi-Wan pressed hard on the wall opposite, keeping himself steady. He wasn’t going to miss a single moment of this. 

“Fuck,” Cody swore, “You’re tight.”

Obi-Wan gave a low chuckle at that. Of course that was in between him moaning over how big Cody was. He touched him deeper than any cock had touched him before. He was so big that Obi-Wan felt him in his belly. 

It brought to mind the fantasy of sitting on Cody’s cock while they worked on flimsiwork and Obi-Wan shivered, suddenly desperately wishing he could do that. Cody would play with his cock at the same time. Cody would still be dressed and Obi-Wan would be naked. 

Finally, Cody stopped moving and Obi-Wan trembled at the sheer depth that Cody’s cock reached inside him. It increased Obi-Wan’s resolve to have a mold made of Cody’s cock. He could sit on it while he meditated and use it as an anchor.

Given the chance, he’d eagerly worship Cody’s cock. 

Cody pulled back and Obi-Wan whimpered at the loss. He pressed slowly back inside him and Obi-Wan pressed back against the wall, making sure Cody could go as deep as possible. His eyes fluttered at the glorious full feeling, body trembling. 

He imagined Cody’s hands on his hips, holding him close, keeping him still for him. Cody maintained a slow, almost leisurely pace. Cody was breathing heavily on the other side of the wall. Obi-Wan compared this to a form of exquisite torture, Cody giving him his cock and then taking it away. 

Obi-Wan bit harder into the fabric, pleasure burning inside him. Every thrust lit another spark along his nerves, driving him higher. The fog in his mind grew hazier. 

Obi-Wan squeezed around Cody’s cock, making him feel impossibly larger. 

“Kriff.” Cody’s hips snapped forward. 

Pleasure shot down Obi-Wan’s spine and he cried into the tabard. 

The pleasure flared hotter as Cody’s thrusts came harder. Obi-Wan did his best to hold on, knees shaking. He wanted everything that Cody could give him. 

Cody’s cock rubbed over a spot that had him seeing stars and Obi-Wan nearly fell. His eyes rolled back. He gripped his cock and stroked himself. 

An intense orgasm loomed over him. Obi-Wan held it back, wanting to wait for Cody, wanting to feel that exhilaration crash through both of them. 

Cody growled and his speed quickened. Obi-Wan dug his heels into the floor. Cody was pounding into him now, using him for his pleasure. 

Sweat dotted Obi-Wan’s forehead and he rubbed his tabard over it. He was panting now, gasping with each sharp, well aimed thrust. Obi-Wan lost himself to the blissful rhythm. 

There was an explosion in the Force and Cody grunted, hips slamming forward, cock burying deep. Warmth spilled in his cunt. 

“Obi-Wan,” Cody said in a breathless whisper.

Obi-Wan gasped and his walls squeezed around Cody. If he hadn’t been so attuned to Cody he would’ve missed his Commander moaning his name as he came. Obi-Wan followed shortly after. 

His eyes fluttered and he stared blearily across him at the dirty wall. 

Cody’s last words played in his mind, Cody moaning his name. His Commander liked him. Obi-Wan’s heart soared until he remembered that even if his feelings were returned, they were still General and Commander— they couldn’t do anything. 

The soft cock pulled out of him and Obi-Wan collapsed to the ground, burying his face in the robe, body trembling. He had been fucked so many times, orgasmed several times— he didn’t have anything left in him. 

Obi-Wan used the Force to flip the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. He laid his head on his arm and curled up on his robe, exhaustion creeping over him. 

“Thank you,” Cody said, “I’ll let them know you’re done.”

There was some shuffling, a little fumbling, and then a clicking noise. The light turned off in the other room and the door opened and closed. 

Obi-Wan was alone. 

He tugged the tabard out of his mouth and let out a shaky breath. 

Cody liked him. Cody had moaned his name. 

He could hardly believe it. 

Obi-Wan laid there, numb, nearly every muscle felt sore. His brain couldn’t even work through the haze. He just breathed, slowly coming back to himself. 

No matter how thrilled he was to know of Cody’s feelings, he knew he couldn’t act on them. For one, he had learned about them in a disingenuous manner, Cody hadn’t known he was fucking him, and he wouldn’t use the confession to his advantage. The other reason, well he was still Cody’s superior. 

Obi-Wan breathed in and out. 

Nothing had truly happened between them. He hadn’t gained or lost anything. He still had his good friend. He was content with that. 

When he finally stirred he had no idea how much time had passed. He was cold and he was sticky between his legs. He gingerly stood and groaned as legs wobbled. He stumbled to the sink and splashed water between his legs, rubbing off what he could. He’d take a sonic on the ship. He washed the cum off his face. His cheeks were flushed from his activities and his lips were dark red. 

Kriff, he looked like he been fucked good. 

He redressed, doing his best to look like a prim Jedi. He tugged on his robe, ignoring the mess on the inside. Once he was back in his room he would throw his clothes into the laundry pile. No one would know what he had been up to. 

Obi-Wan pulled his hood over his head and he scanned the surrounding area with the Force, ensuring he was alone before leaving the room. 

He had a slight limp but if anything that only served to help him blend in with some of the other inhabitants. They probably assumed he was a drunkard or one of thousands. No one looked at him twice. 

Exhaustion had crept up to him by the time he made it to the shipyards and he was panting and had a more pronounced limp. 

Kriff, the men were huge. He had forgotten how it felt to walk after taking a big cock, nevermind that he had taken several. 

He grimaced on the next step. 

Ahead was a familiar Force presence and Obi-Wan mentally cursed. He straightened his back and tried to fix his step. Cody would notice if he was walking funny. 

As Obi-Wan got closer, Cody approached him and he was scowling. 

“Sir, why are you limping?”

Obi-Wan sighed and he tucked his hands into his sleeves. 

“It’s nothing, Commander. I’m fine.”

Cody shot him an unimpressed look. 

“I’m taking you to medical.”

“Commander, I’m fine,” Obi-Wan said, stressing the end. 

“Sir, your definition of fine includes broken bones and five inch lacerations.”

A few of the other men were looking at them now as they returned to the ship. Obi-Wan took a deep inhale and slowly let it out. He didn’t need any more attention. 

“Is Bones back?” Obi-Wan asked. He could trust his chief medical officer’s discretion. 

“He is, he’s in the main medbay,” Cody said, brows pinched together. 

Obi-Wan nodded and he began heading for the ship. 

Cody jogged and caught up with him, walking alongside him through the ship. 

“I’m perfectly capable of going to the medbay on my own, Commander,” Obi-Wan said, rolling his eyes, amused. 

“You agreed too easily, Sir. Either you planned to sneak away or you actually are injured and I want to catch you in case you faint from whatever injury you’re hiding.”

Obi-Wan shook his head at that, chuckling. 

“How was your shore leave, Commander? Did you have fun?” Obi-Wan asked, unable to help himself. 

Cody looked steadfastly forward and nodded. 

“I did. And you, Sir?”

“Yes, my shore leave was quite fulfilling,” Obi-Wan said. A little disappointed that Cody hadn’t given anything away. 

Cody shot him a curious look, brow raised. 

Obi-Wan grinned at him, enjoying Cody’s confusion. His shore leave was so fulfilling that he was limping and there was a funny taste in his mouth. He didn’t say any of that though. He wasn’t going to tell Cody about the glory hole. 

They made it to the medical bay and Obi-Wan waved Cody off but Cody arched a brow and Obi-Wan gave a weary sigh. His Commander wasn’t going to budge and was waiting for him to enter and to watch Obi-Wan meet with Bones. 

His esteemable Chief Medic took one look at him and his limp, eyes narrowing, before he pointed at his office. He closed the door behind them.

“What tomfoolery did you get up to, Sir?” Bones said. The with-all-due-respect was implied. In a way, Bones’ concern and manner reminded Obi-Wan of Master Che, no one wanted to be on their bad sides. 

“Bones, I need your utmost discretion for this,” Obi-Wan said. 

Bones’ brow arched and he pushed a button and the shutters on the windows closed, concealing them. 

“What happened?” he asked, curiosity and concern piqued. Beneath all that bluster, Bones really was compassionate but he had thousands of men to care for. He didn’t have time to waste. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard about some of the men’s adventures in the lower levels?” 

“You mean the glory holes?” Bones asked, brow arching higher. 

“Precisely.”

“Were you on the other side of one of those holes, Sir?” Bones asked, voice a near whisper. 

Obi-Wan gave a single nod. 

“Oh kriff,” Bones said, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I take it that’s the cause of the limp?”

“Got it in one,” Obi-Wan said, leaning against Bones’ desk. 

“I’d prescribe pain meds but it’s your own damn fault for letting so many men fuck you. Besides,” Bones gave him a sharp, keen eyed look, “Even if I did give you meds, you wouldn’t take them.”

“I don’t need them. The limp is nothing,” Obi-Wan said. 

“Fine,” Bones said, standing up and expression turning serious once more, “I’ll tell the Commander it’s nothing. If the symptoms change, come back here and we’ll figure it out.”

“Thank you, my dear,” Obi-Wan said, gladly leaving the office. 

Cody waited expectantly for Bones and Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. 

“He’s fine,” Bones said and walked off. 

Cody watched him leave, brows furrowed. 

Obi-Wan shook his head. 

“Come now, let’s finish getting ready for our departure.”

They went to Obi-Wan’s cabin, one of the more spacious personal rooms on the ship, and sat down at the desk, going over flimsiwork. Obi-Wan hadn’t gotten to wash off the remnants of his activities and he could feel the evidence of it leaking out of him. His mind kept wandering back to that small room. 

Normally he could easily concentrate on flimsiwork, taking it as a reprieve from the grueling nature of war. At the moment though, he couldn’t stop glancing at his Commander. Obi-Wan kept stealing surreptitious glances at his Commander’s crotch, knowing full well the glorious cock hidden under that codpiece. 

His body started to ache for more, as if reminding him that there was a perfect cock in his vicinity. Every time he looked over at Cody, his body got a little wetter, preparing himself to stretch around the thick length. They didn’t have to do anything. He’d happily keep Cody’s cock warm while they did flimsiwork. 

“Sir?” Cody asked, brows furrowed in concern. 

“I’m sorry, my dear,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head clear of such amorous thoughts.

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An unrelenting lust plagued him for several days. His body ached, empty, yearning to feel one of the men inside him. On several occasions he had to take a deep breath and refocus his attention on the present. 

In the privacy of his own fresher, Obi-Wan let his mind drift. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and fantasized about Cody taking him in various positions. One time, he imagined Cody bending him over a commissary table while the men watched. Another time, he dreamt that he was laying on his back on the bed, naked, and Cody was between his legs, hands gripping Obi-Wan’s thighs and spreading them wide, baring Obi-Wan for him, and Cody ate him out, lips shiny with slick and eyes glinting. He couldn’t get the memory of Cody as a lover out of his mind.

Eventually his arousal subsided, returning to normal levels. The distracting, salacious thoughts involving his men stopped popping into his mind. He could finally work alone with Cody without imagining keeping him warm. 

During one morning meeting, about a week after their stop at the waystation, Gregor cleared his throat and leaned forward. Obi-Wan turned his full attention to him, intrigued. The Force seemed giddy with anticipation. 

“The men want to make some modifications to the ship,” he said. 

Obi-Wan frowned at that. They had done that before and Obi-Wan generally gave blanket permission for the men to do whatever they wished. He reiterated that. 

“Respectfully, sir, the men thought it would be prudent to have your express permission before implementing the change.”

Several of the men around the table were sending him sheepish looks, heads tucked near their shoulders. 

Obi-Wan leaned forward and clasped his hands on top of the table. 

“What would the men like to do?” he asked, giving them his full, undivided attention.

“Have you heard of a glory hole?” Gregor asked. 

Obi-Wan, accustomed to sudden shocks from having Anakin as his Padawan and being trained by Master Qui-Gon, managed to stifle his surprise at the question. Although part of him was amused that they thought he didn’t know what a glory hole was. They would probably be stunned to find out that he participated in them. 

Across from him, Bones was scowling but thankfully that wasn’t unusual. No one would guess the secret Bones kept. 

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, suppressing his grin at the question. 

“Yes, I have heard of them.”

“At the last waystation, there were several glory holes and the men enjoyed the chance for anonymous sex. They want to install a few around the ship,” Gregor stated, sounding quite serious. 

Cody glared at Gregor. Obi-Wan supposed that while the Commander tolerated the still in engineering perhaps he drew the line at glory holes. 

Still, Obi-Wan wasn’t opposed to having a few glory holes on the ship. He might make use of them himself. 

This matter wasn’t his to decide though. It was up to his men. 

“As long as everyone is in agreement, I don’t see why not,” Obi-Wan said. 

“Great,” Gregor beamed.

Cody shook his head but he didn’t feel defeated in the Force. Instead an aura of embarrassment clung to him. His lips were pressed into a firm line, not giving away his feelings on the matter. 

Obi-Wan resigned himself to speaking with Cody about it later. He had never known the Commander to hesitate in ordering his men not to behave in a certain manner. 

“We’ll send you a list of locations,” Gregor said. 

Obi-Wan tensed, heart stilling. He carefully schooled his features before shooting Gregor a curious glance. 

“You’ll send me a list?” he asked, keeping his voice neutral. 

Surely the men didn’t know that he had been on the other end of a glory hole at the waystation. Of course their first question was in line with that but he couldn’t fathom why they would send him a list. 

“So you know what areas to avoid, sir,” Gregor said. 

Obi-Wan gave a sigh of relief. They hadn’t figured it out. 

“Ah, well thank you,” he said. 

He would be putting that list to a different use though. With several of them on the ship, he could rotate among them. He would certainly get a variety of lovers and as an added bonus most of them would have large cocks. He would have to be careful though. He was one of the few natborns on the ship; someone could recognize him. 

“Make sure you keep those rooms stocked with plenty of lube. We don’t want anyone injuring themselves,” Bones said with a huff. 

“You can get injured?” Gregor asked, head snapping towards him, mouth open in a mix of shock and dismay.

Bones crossed his arms over his chest and gave Gregor a pointed look. 

“If you’re not properly prepared you can injure yourself.”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned and he clutched at his elbows, desperately hoping no one noticed his blushing.

Gregor was animatedly talking with several others now. 

“Engineering was working on a foldaway bench to make it easier for the person to be fucked.”

“That’s a good idea,” Waxer said. 

A bench would be useful. It would make it so much easier. 

“Is there anything else we need the General for?” Cody asked, silencing everyone. 

The men glanced at each other and then shook their heads. 

Cody stood, hands clenched, and nodded at the men. 

“General?” he asked. 

Obi-Wan stood as well even though part of him wished to hear more of their improvements. With the men working on this, no doubt the glory hole rooms would be comfortable for all involved. 

Out in the hallway, Cody gave a deep sigh. 

“I’m sorry about that, sir. I told them you would agree to it and that they didn’t need to trouble you.”

“It’s alright, my dear,” Obi-Wan said, glad that Cody wasn’t objecting to it. He didn’t want any strife among his men, particularly his officers. It could disrupt their effectiveness. 

Cody gave a relieved smile and they walked to the commissary, talking business along the way. 

Later that day, Obi-Wan received a memo from the officers stating which rooms to avoid starting the day after tomorrow. The rooms were scattered around the ship, one was near the officer’s area. Their speed impressed him but it didn’t surprise him. The men were quick and efficient, especially once they had an idea they locked on. 

The next message from Gregor outlined the various improvements they had made. They had installed benches, dispensers for lube, small private freshers to clean off after, and a simple communication system. Obi-Wan chuckled at that last one. While knocking worked, it really limited interactions.

Obi-Wan waited a few days before visiting the one closest to him. He slipped into the room and locked it behind him, heart pounding. He finally had a chance to work out some tension. 

Last night he was working on flimsiwork with Cody and they had sat on the couch. He must’ve fallen asleep at one point, no idea when, because he woke up with his head in Cody’s lap and Cody’s fingers in his hair. The peaceful feeling in the air around them tugged at him to close his eyes again. He couldn’t. This was his Commander. 

Still, it was blissful to rest there for a little while, eyes closed, breathing softly. He hadn’t known such contentment in a long time. Cody’s tender affection for him was palpable in the gentle stroking. After hearing Cody utter his name back at the waystation, Obi-Wan figured that in a way, Cody longed for these intimate moments too. They both wanted what they couldn’t have. 

Obi-Wan let out a sigh. 

The fingers in his hair stilled as if caught. 

Obi-Wan sat up, choosing to ignore the hand that fell from his head.

“I’m sorry for falling asleep on you, my dear,” he whispered. 

“It’s alright, sir. It’s been tiring lately,” Cody said. 

“Yes, it has,” Obi-Wan said, taking the out that Cody gave him. They were on more humanitarian missions at the moment, the least tiring of their missions. Really, there was no excuse for him falling asleep on Cody. 

So now Obi-Wan was stripping out of his clothes in one of the glory hole rooms, determined to get Cody out of his system. A good fuck always helped clear the mind. If the rate on the waystation was any indication, Obi-Wan would probably have several lovers within the next hour. 

Before he turned on the ready light, he laid down on the bench and worked himself open. He couldn’t let them fuck his cunt, he had to pretend to be one of the men. He was dripping with lube when he finished. He flipped the switches, indicating what he was willing to do. Once all that was done, he flipped the switch for the ready light and laid on the bench, ass in front of the hole. He had to place himself carefully so the men on the other side couldn’t see the folds of his cunt. 

The lights in the room were low, hiding identifying features. They had made both rooms dim and it was hard to perceive anything other than a general shape. They really had done a good job handling the anonymity. 

A minute later, an unfamiliar Force presence walked into the other room. 

“I want to fuck your ass,” said a gruff voice. 

Obi-Wan hit the buzzer, confirming that he understood and accepted. He adjusted himself slightly, the men were about an inch or so shorter than him so he didn’t have to shift too much to be in a good position. 

Fingers pressed inside him and Obi-Wan pressed his forearm to his mouth, stifling a low moan. 

“Kriff, you’re tight,” the man on the other side said. 

His fingers were thicker than Obi-Wan’s and he stretched him more. Obi-Wan was soon shaking with pleasure, eyes tearing up. 

When he pulled out, Obi-Wan bit back a whine. They hadn’t even started yet and he was already desperate. 

A thick cock pressed inside him and Obi-Wan sagged with relief at the incredible stretch. His nerves lit up and he trembled in anticipation. 

The man barely gave him time to adjust before pulling back and slamming inside him. Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open wide at the near painful sensation. They pulled back again and filled him with another brutal thrust. 

This was a true rough fuck. The other man was using him for his pleasure. Pain and pleasure twisted inside him, making him keen. The other man didn’t last long. He gave a vicious growl as he buried himself in Obi-Wan’s ass and came. 

The man pulled out of him with a groan. 

Obi-Wan was shaking, mind muddled with lust, eager for the next person to fuck him. He entered an almost meditative state, basking in the glow of desire. 

Another cock pressed inside him and Obi-Wan ducked his head and relaxed at the stretch. This person started off slow, pressing deep inside him. Their cock rubbed against a spot that had him seeing stars and clenching around them. They grunted whenever he squeezed and started hitting that spot again and again. 

Unable to take it, Obi-Wan wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked off, spilling into his hand when he came. 

The man gave a sigh before pulling back and snapping his hips forward, burying deep. Obi-Wan groaned and pressed back into the hard thrusts. Soon they came inside him too. 

Obi-Wan had a moment to himself before another person entered. 

This time it was someone familiar, Books, who worked on the Bridge. Obi-Wan usually greeted him. Obi-Wan waited with bated breath, thinking that if anyone would figure it out, it would be someone he frequently interacted with. 

Books stepped behind Obi-Wan and jerked himself a few times before pressing inside him. Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back at the stretch. Books was thicker than most of the men. Obi-Wan bit back a low moan when Books began to fuck into him in earnest. 

Obi-Wan stroked his cock and came with a soft cry, spilling over his hand. 

Books gave no indication that anything was amiss. He groaned behind him and fucked into him harder. A minute later, he spilled inside Obi-Wan. 

Instead of walking away immediately, Books ran his thumb over the puckered rim. 

“You’re leaking,” he said, voice breathy, sounding almost in awe.

A shiver ran down Obi-Wan’s spine as Books pressed a finger inside him and ran it along his walls. Obi-Wan gasped when Books pressed his finger against his prostate. He bit into his fist to muffle his noises, hips jerking. 

Books’ lust burned in the Force and Obi-Wan shuddered as a second finger pressed inside him. The thick digits kept playing with his prostate. Soon his eyes rolled back and he came, biting his knuckles. 

“Kriff,” Books whispered, pulling his fingers out of him. 

There was some fumbling and the slick sound of a hand sliding over flesh. 

“I’m going to cum on your ass,” Books said, voice rough. 

Obi-Wan grunted in an affirmative. 

Books groaned as he fisted himself. Maybe he had already been close or maybe he simply wasn’t holding back but he quickly came, spraying over Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan gave a soft sigh, thinking about how Books was using him for his pleasure and rejoicing in it. 

After Books left, Obi-Wan gingerly got off the bench, legs wobbling. He faced towards the hole. He needed to recover. If he had another orgasm soon, he was going to quickly reach overstimulation territory. 

Luckily the next person to enter didn’t seem to care what Obi-Wan did. They stuck their cock in the hole and Obi-Wan went to work. He licked along the length of it, delighting in the musky smell and the slightly salty taste. He stroked along the base and took the cock as deep as he could, nearly gagging on it. They spilled down his throat and Obi-Wan swallowed every drop. 

“Kriff, thank you,” they said, panting. 

Obi-Wan grinned on the other side of the wall. 

He had a few minutes to himself and he rested his head against the wall while he waited, taking deep calming breaths, allowing himself to simply feel. The area around him was permeated with lust, energizing him. 

Another man entered, someone else Obi-Wan didn’t know. He supposed that in a ship of thousands, while he knew many of the men, he didn’t know as many as he thought he had. Which in this situation was a blessing. He could go about his day without concerning himself in regards to someone possibly recognizing him. 

Obi-Wan sucked them off but a few minutes into it, they pulled back. 

“Can I fuck you?” they asked. 

Obi-Wan bit back the impulse to speak. He lifted the collapsible bench and positioned himself, carefully ensuring his ass was against the hole, before pressing the ready button. 

There was no preamble as they slid inside him in one smooth thrust. Obi-Wan’s mouth fell open and his back arched. The person grunted as they fucked him, taking him hard. His eyes rolled back on one particularly sharp thrust. 

They snarled when they came, spilling deep inside him. Obi-Wan laid his head on the bench and panted, cock hard and aching. 

The chrono showed that he had been there under an hour. He could probably service one more person. He still had to meet with Cody later and he wanted to look presentable when he did. The last thing he wanted was for Cody to know what he had been doing.

Obi-Wan, relaxed from the pleasure and yet aching for his next release, waited in anticipation for his next partner. 

An intimately familiar presence approached the door and Obi-Wan swallowed back a rush of anxiety. A rock settled in his belly as the presence came closer. The door wooshed open and a sense of dread came over him. 

Cody. 

Kriff.

He was the last person Obi-Wan wanted to see. Obi-Wan was trying to work out his desire for his Commander. He didn’t want Cody to actually fuck him, that would only make this whole situation worse. He already knew how amazing a lover Cody was. He didn’t need to feel it again. 

Cody’s footfalls were barely audible as he tread across the room. There was a soft clatter on the other side of the wall that had Obi-Wan tensing, realizing how acutely tuned he was to the other. 

There was still time. He could turn off the ready light. He didn’t have to do this. He could take care of himself and then leave. 

Even as he considered leaving, his body still yearned for Cody’s touch. The contentment from the night before was seared into his memory. He wanted nothing more than to rest his head in Cody’s lap and feel his fingers carding through his hair. Or even swap their positions. He could finally learn if Cody’s hair was soft and if it sprang back. 

“I’m going to stretch you first, I’m a little bigger than most Vode.”

Fingers pressed against his leaking hole and on instinct, Obi-Wan relaxed against him, opening himself up for Cody, trusting him completely. 

“There you go,” Cody whispered, “Good boy.”

Obi-Wan shivered at the praise. His heart fluttered and he pressed closer, eager for more. 

“I want you nice and loose.”

Obi-Wan nodded as if Cody was talking directly to him. 

The fingers spread inside him, stretching him. Obi-Wan groaned when they pressed against his prostate. Body tensing at the noise but Cody gave no indication of hearing him or even recognizing him. 

He kept working him open. Obi-Wan had to bite his bottom lip to keep from begging Cody to fuck him already. He had never known his Commander to play with someone like it was a slow deliberate torture. If only they could play like this together, Obi-Wan giving himself over to Cody, letting the other use him as he liked, bound to the bed, entirely at Cody’s mercy. A shudder ran through him at the enticing image. 

The fingers pulled out of him, leaving him feeling empty and needy. 

“Ready?” Cody asked, voice sounding rough. 

Obi-Wan hit the button, answering him with a quick affirmative. He caught himself before he said anything, giving himself away. 

The thick head of Cody’s cock rubbed against his puckered hole. Obi-Wan pressed into him, eager to feel him once more. The head pushed inside him and Obi-Wan nearly came at the sheer size of him. None of the others compared. 

Inch by incredible inch, Cody pushed deeper and deeper inside him. He was going slow, letting Obi-Wan’s body adjust. Obi-Wan’s heart warmed at the care and consideration. Obi-Wan squeezed around him as it felt like Cody was touching the very depths of his being, spearing him open. His back arched and he gave a quiet groan, utterly enraptured. 

Cody gave a low, rumbling noise that made his walls quiver around Cody’s cock in anticipation. Cody stayed still for a long moment, long enough for Obi-Wan to whine in desperation. Obi-Wan’s knuckles were white, gripping the bench, trying to keep from begging Cody. He couldn’t give himself away. He shook, craving more, pleading in his mind for Cody to move. 

Finally, it seemed Cody heard him. He pulled back in a move that was neither fast nor torturously slow. Cody stopped when only the head of his cock remained inside Obi-Wan, like he couldn’t bear to separate them. Obi-Wan trembled on the bench, unable to forget the pleasure from last time. Soon he would know such sweet bliss once more. 

“I want to go slow, if that’s alright,” he said, voice a gentle caress to Obi-Wan’s muddled mind. 

Obi-Wan bit back a response and he hit the button in agreement. 

“Thank you,” Cody whispered, as if Obi-Wan was doing him a favor. In a way, he was. Obi-Wan supposed that Cody had no idea how much Obi-Wan wanted this too. 

 Obi-Wan gave a heavy sigh. Cody wouldn’t find out. Not only were they General and Commander but Obi-Wan had essentially lied to him twice now. He knew who Cody was and Cody had no idea who he was fucking. Even if Cody had said his name, it didn’t mean he was comfortable with their power dynamic. 

If he hadn’t been so acutely aware, Obi-Wan would’ve missed Cody giving a soft exhale before pressing inside him. Unlike every other person who had taken him, Cody took him at a slow, almost tender pace, like he was making love to someone. Obi-Wan’s heart clenched at the comparison. Considering that Cody had whispered his name when he climaxed, perhaps Cody was imagining him. 

Obi-Wan longed to give himself away, make some noise, some indication of who he was. He couldn’t though. He didn’t want to lose Cody. If it got out that they were fraternizing, he could only imagine the consequences that would befall Cody. He didn’t want Cody to get into trouble but Obi-Wan wasn’t so disillusioned to think that he could shield Cody. He would have to content himself with this. 

Cody’s cock rubbed against a spot that made him see stars and a quiet whine escaped him. He pressed into the next thrust and groaned as Cody angled towards that spot again. It was a good thing he wasn’t on his legs, he would’ve collapsed to the floor. 

Obi-Wan rocked with each thrust, falling into the gentle rhythm of Cody’s thrusts. 

It was so easy to imagine them as lovers with Cody taking him like this. Cody wasn’t using him for pleasure. Obi-Wan had almost forgotten about his own pleasure. The focus had turned to their connection, no matter how ephemeral. For this moment they were together. 

Cody’s adoration was plain in the Force and Obi-Wan soaked in it, letting it wash over him. Obi-Wan’s eyes closed as he lost himself in the motions. He fell into the Force, embracing it. 

Obi-Wan’s orgasm crashed into him. His whole body tensed at the intensity of it. He floated afterwards, mind a hazy mess. 

“I’m going to cum,” Cody whispered. 

Obi-Wan, exhausted, squeezed around him, encouraging him. 

Cody’s hips snapped forward, repeatedly burying his cock deep inside him. Until finally, Cody gave several short, staccato thrusts before grunting and stilling. 

Warmth filled Obi-Wan and he gave a low sigh, pressing back, not wanting Cody to leave. It felt incredible to have him inside him. His body was completely relaxed. In a way, this all felt right. 

Sadly, it wasn’t to last. Moments later, Cody pulled out of him with a loud groan, leaving Obi-Wan feeling empty and suddenly keenly aware of his own exhaustion. He slapped the button for the ready light, turning it off. 

Cody gave a soft chuckle. 

“Did I wear you out?”

Obi-Wan would’ve given him some quip about how he was always ready for another round but he couldn’t speak without giving himself away. He rolled his eyes and laid there, letting himself catch his breath. 

There was a beat of silence before Cody spoke again. 

“Thank you,” he said, sounding stiff. 

Obi-Wan’s heart fluttered at the awkward tenderness in Cody’s voice. Cody had been absolutely incredible. He was charming in his own way, making Obi-wan feel safe even as Cody took him. Cody wanted Obi-Wan to only feel pleasure too. 

The door on the other side closed with a soft hiss. 

Obi-Wan gave a wistful sigh and pushed himself up. His lower body ached in a dull way. The men really were quite large, Cody especially. If anything though, this would serve as a delightful reminder of what they had done. 

Sadly he wouldn’t be able to have anything more with Cody nor any of the other men. They were different ranks and he never wanted to put any of them into such a position. 

Obi-Wan took a deep breath before standing, centering himself. He cleaned up in the small facilities they had in the room, mentaling thanking the men for their foresight. They really had put a large degree of thought and care into this. 

He inspected himself in the mirror before leaving, confident no one would be able to tell what he had been up to for the past hour, even if his lips were a little red and his cheeks slightly flushed. No one had noticed when he had returned from the waystation and the facilities there had not been as nice as the ones on the ship. 

Later, when he saw Cody, Obi-Wan’s heart skipped a beat and his cheeks warmed as memories of earlier came rushing back to him.

“Sir, are you alright?” Cody asked, peering at him.

Obi-Wan swallowed back his giddiness from earlier and he nodded, waving off Cody’s concern. 

“I’m fine, my dear.”

Cody looked dubious but he refrained from saying anything else. Obi-Wan considered that perhaps it was because they were on the ship and it was thus harder for Obi-Wan to accidentally endanger himself. No matter what, it was quite sweet. 

It was obvious that Cody had a big heart. He cared for the Vode, his General, and people out in the greater galaxy. Whatever happened, Obi-Wan was grateful to know such a good man. 

They returned to their work. They managed to finish somewhat early and stared at each other in astonishment before giving way to laughter. It was such a rare occasion that they had free time with no flimsiwork looming over their heads. 

They joined the men in one of the recreation rooms. Gregor even shared some of the hooch from the engines. It tasted like acid, burning his throat. Bones commented that although it could be safely ingested, it still left much to be desired. Obi-Wan agreed with the assessment but the joyful atmosphere was infectious and he had a few more swigs of it.

Obi-Wan ended up playing sabacc with a few of the men. He had tried protesting, citing that he had an unfair advantage as a Jedi, but the men were determined, believing they could beat him anyway. Well, if there was one thing Obi-Wan had learned from Master Qui-Gon, it was the art of leveling the odds. 

After a few hands, he noticed Cody leaning against the wall, lips curled up into an amused smirk. The men playing with Obi-Wan were muttering under their breaths and kept sneaking glances at him. Obi-Wan continued to give them a serene smile. 

They ended the round and Hotshot jumped to his feet. 

“You’re using the Force,” he exclaimed, pointing dramatically at him.  

Obi-Wan shook his head, unable to contain his grin. 

“I assure you, I’ve not needed to use the Force at all.”

“No, just the sleeves of your tunic,” Cody said. 

All the men at the table turned to him, mouths open. 

Obi-Wan pulled several cards from his sleeves. 

“Gentlemen, winning sabacc is as much about cheating as it is about legitimate strategy. My Master taught me that.”

Obi-Wan showed them a few tricks, cheeks flushing when he realized Cody was also intently watching. He dismissed the men afterwards, turning to Cody with a delighted smile. Cody handed him a drink and it took Obi-Wan a moment to realize it was plain water before he drank some.

“Thank you,” he turned towards the crowd and then looked back at Cody, heart fluttering. “Are you enjoying yourself?” 

“It was certainly amusing watching you cheat,” Cody said, eyes glinting. 

“It’s simply underhanded strategy,” Obi-Wan shrugged. They weren’t playing for anything so he didn’t feel guilty for employing such methods. 

He sensed a familiar presence in the Force as one of the men entered the room. His cheeks burned when they looked at him. It was the man who had fucked him first that day. 

Cody’s brows furrowed and he followed Obi-Wan’s gaze. 

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, centering himself, pushing memories of earlier away. 

“Are you going to play?” Obi-Wan asked, gesturing at the several tables of sabacc, drawing Cody’s attention away from the man. 

“I’m still learning underhanded strategy,” Cody said, shaking his head. 

The pair talked for the rest of their time there. Sometimes others would join them in conversation. Obi-Wan didn’t miss Cody glancing at the other man and he cursed himself for blushing in reaction to seeing him again. He didn’t even know the man’s name. He had tried to meet as many of the men as he could but with over a thousand, it was quite hard. Nothing came of it though, Cody never said anything or asked about it. 

Cody escorted him back to his quarters in the small hours. They shared a companionable silence as they walked through the ship’s long, near identical hallways. When they neared the corridor for the glory hole room, Obi-Wan bit back a flush as the lust from the room brushed against his shields, beckoning him to play.

He really shouldn’t indulge like this. The men were under his command and if anyone found out that he was involved, it not only risked disbanding the company, he would certainly no longer be their General. If someone complained about the glory hole, he could take the fall for it, but that was only if he wasn’t a part of it. 

As he lay in bed that night, his thoughts kept drifting back to that small room, with Cody pressing inside of him, and he itched to repeat the experience. 

It wasn’t just sex though. He longed to hold Cody and be held by him. It had been years since Obi-Wan found someone he could laugh so easily with and even debate with. One particular delight was that their debates never turned mean spirited but were in good fun. Cody had a refreshing view on the galaxy, seeing himself as serving the republic at large, not simply the metaphysical Republic. 

Yet, someday Cody and he would no longer be able to so easily share these moments, whether it was because the war ended or if the worst should happen. Obi-Wan reminded himself to cherish the times he had with his friend. Their time in the galaxy was limited after all. 

For the next several days, it felt as if the proverbial itch had left his system and Obi-Wan was able to think straight around his Commander. 

That was up until Obi-Wan was using the gym one morning and he caught sight of Cody sparring with another CC. Cody was shirtless, chest glistening with sweat, muscles on full display. Obi-Wan’s breath caught in his throat. 

“The General can do it!” Wooley shouted, excited. 

Obi-Wan shook his head, clearing the prurient thoughts from his mind. 

“I can do what exactly?” he asked. 

“You can beat Cody in a spar! Please, sir, someone needs to knock him off his high horse,” Wooley said, clasping his hands in front of him and giving Obi-Wan great, big and all too effective tooka eyes. 

Obi-Wan sighed and shook his head. 

“It’s not a sure fire thing,” he said, walking towards the sparring mats, trying to calm his pounding heart. He debated removing his outer layer of tunics but decided to keep them on. Really, there was only so much he could take and having their bare chests touch was taking it too far. 

“Ready, General?” Cody asked, in position. He was wearing only his lower skin tight under armor. 

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and he took a basic defensive stance. Even in hand to hand combat he preferred allowing his opponent to be the aggressor. He had watched Cody fight often enough to have a basic knowledge of Cody’s skills and knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy spar. Cody had undoubtedly been trained to fight in close combat and with no reliance upon a lightsaber. Obi-Wan had been fortunate that he had learned from many teachers over the years and had taken the time to learn unarmed combat. 

It was time to see who would prevail. 

Obi-Wan gave a nod and the spar began. Cody came at him immediately and Obi-Wan ducked out of the way, eyes alighting in amusement. He could already tell that this was going to be fun. He sensed the same in Cody. 

This felt less like sparring with Anakin where he knew him intimately and knew how he struck and how much Anakin hated losing. Obi-Wan would wager that if Cody lost this bout, he would take it with aplomb. The man took his losses and studied them, using them as chances to learn. It was something else that Obi-Wan admired about the man. 

Cody came at him again and this time Obi-Wan caught his arm and pulled him to the side, using the Force to help unbalance him. Cody kicked at Obi-Wan’s knee, knocking him down. Obi-Wan rolled before Cody could pin him and he leapt to his feet.

“Come on, General!” Wooley shouted, pumping his fist. He wasn’t the only one. 

Obi-Wan pushed the audience from his mind. He needed to concentrate on his opponent. 

Cody charged at him and Obi-Wan blocked a series of punches. 

Obi-Wan was panting, finding himself trying to keep up with him. He knew the clones were quite physical but had never considered how he would fare in a fight with them. The challenge was quite thrilling. He couldn’t help but grin as they sparred. 

Eventually, he started using the Force to enhance his speed and his strength. Cody’s eyes narrowed as if detecting a change, no matter how subtle. Obi-Wan pressed his advantage. 

Cody knocked him down and when he was about to pin him, Obi-Wan grabbed him and rolled them. He grabbed Cody’s hands and pressed them to the floor. He used the Force to hold him down. 

Obi-Wan was panting. Cody was right underneath him. Cody’s cheeks had a ruddy glow to them. His eyes were shining. 

“Is the Force a legitimate strategy here too, Sir?” Cody asked, grinning, not the least bit embarrassed. 

“Of course, my dear, I am a Jedi,” Obi-Wan said, letting Cody’s hands go and sitting back on his heels. 

As he did, he came to a terrible realization. He was straddling Cody’s waist, his center was directly over Cody’s crotch. He felt something twitch underneath him as he sat. His cheeks pinked and he hoped the men would blame it on the spar. 

Kriff.

It was so easy to imagine that they were alone and they were naked. He could see himself riding Cody like this. Cody’s hands would be on his hips.

Obi-Wan hastily stood before his thoughts could run away with that fantasy. He offered Cody his hand and helped pull him to his feet. 

“See, I told you the General would win,” Wooley exclaimed, grinning with pride. 

“He cheated,” Longshot said, hands on hips, “He used the kriffing Force.”

“I was simply using the tools at my disposal,” Obi-Wan said with a shrug.

“We all know who would win if the General didn’t have the Force,” Gregor said, smirking, arms crossed over his chest. 

“He can still win,” Wooley said. He glanced at Obi-Wan, pouting. “Right?”

Obi-Wan sighed and he turned to Cody who was watching the exchange with an amused expression. 

“Would you like to go again, my dear? No Force this time.”

“Yes, Sir,” Cody said. 

Obi-Wan bit back a wince at the sir. His thoughts about Cody were not appropriate and the sir only reminded him of that. Cody was his subordinate. He might feel compelled to agree if Obi-Wan ever asked for anything. He would never put Cody in that position. 

They stepped back onto the mat and took up position again. This time the fight lasted longer, not because of Obi-Wan using the Force but because they were more evenly matched. Cody definitely had more experience on his side and he was stronger but Obi-Wan had flexibility and speed on his side. He put everything he had into the fight. It was so easy to forget everything around them. 

In the end, Cody won. 

Cody pinned Obi-Wan’s arms behind his back. He was pressing Obi-Wan into the ground. Obi-Wan couldn’t move. He was entirely at Cody’s mercy. 

Obi-Wan panted, eyes closed, heart racing.

Cody’s crotch was right against Obi-Wan’s ass. Obi-Wan tried to keep from squirming. He couldn't help but notice that Cody was in the perfect position to pound into him.

Obi-Wan’s cheeks flushed.

Arousal burned inside him, overriding his exhaustion from the fight. He could feel himself getting wet. He bit at his bottom lip, squashing the urge to rock back. 

He waited a moment for his body to calm and then shifted, glancing over his shoulder. Cody’s gaze was hard and Obi-Wan swallowed back the surge of lust. 

If Cody pulled Obi-Wan’s leggings down and started fucking him, Obi-Wan doubted he’d have the will to deny him. 

“Yield?” Cody asked, brow arched. 

“I yield,” Obi-Wan said. 

Cody nodded but it was still several long seconds before he released his grip on Obi-Wan’s wrists. 

Obi-Wan stood and he rearranged his tunics, grateful for how loose they were. He was half-hard from being pinned underneath Cody. What was worse was that he now knew what it was like for Cody to pin him. Cody was a solid warmth on top of him. He didn’t feel any fear at being underneath him. 

Kriff. He wanted to be underneath him again. Cody had taken him so slowly last time, he could see Cody doing that again. He’d just hold Obi-Wan down as he lazily thrusted into him, taking him at his leisure. Obi-Wan would be trembling underneath him, eager for Cody to fuck him. 

Obi-Wan shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts. 

Next to him, Cody was giving him a hard look. Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned and he glanced away. 

The others were arguing amongst themselves over who was the true winner. Several of the men were saying that because Obi-Wan used the Force, thus cheating, that meant that Cody was the better fighter. Others claimed that Obi-Wan was only using a tool he had available, that meant he had won fair and square.

Obi-Wan ducked away before they tried to involve him in the discussion. It didn’t matter to him. The fight was over and he had more important matters to deal with. He said goodbye to Cody, gathered his belongings, and made for the nearest glory hole room, determined to get fucked until he could barely walk. 

Maybe then he might forget what it was like to be pinned underneath his unfairly attractive Commander. 

Once there, he stripped as quickly as he could, eager to feel someone pounding into him. He laid on the bench and stretched himself, just enough that it wouldn’t be painful. He switched on the light and waited with baited breath for his first partner. 

It wasn’t a long wait. One of the men entered seconds later. He didn’t say anything. 

Excitement thrummed under Obi-Wan’s skin. He squeezed the sides of the bench. 

A cock pressed inside him and Obi-Wan bit his forearm to keep from groaning. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. He forced himself to relax and breathe through the sting as the stretch was just barely too much. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” the man hissed. 

He was going to hurt after this and it would be glorious.

The man fucked him hard, making him keen. Obi-Wan’s eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure. This was just what he needed. It felt exhilarating, he didn’t have to wait until they were at a waystation. He lost himself in the haze. 

All too soon, the man came inside him. Obi-Wan had been at the edge of climax. A needy whine escaped him as the man pulled out, leaving Obi-Wan hard and wanting.

“Kriff, I’ve got a shift,” he muttered, “You’ll be fine.”

Obi-Wan groaned and he used the Force to feel around him, hoping someone else was already waiting. When he felt the presence his heart stopped.

Cody. 

He swallowed. 

Cody’s presence was unusually agitated too. He was pacing in the hallway outside the glory hole. Obi-Wan worried for a moment that Cody knew it was him. Except he knew that Cody had an override code to unlock the other side if necessary. 

The door closed behind the other man and not a second later it opened again and Cody walked inside, taking purposeful strides towards him. Obi-Wan’s heart began to hammer. He used the Force to pull one of his tabards towards him, shoving the fabric into his mouth.

There were the normal sounds from the other side except Cody was breathing heavier. 

Obi-Wan squirmed on the bench. 

Something thick pressed at his entrance and Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. Cody wasn’t even bothering to stretch him this time. Perhaps he had seen the other man walk out and assumed that he wouldn’t be the first and that was fine. 

Obi-Wan moaned as the thick length pressed inside him, filling him completely. The delicious stretch quickly brought him back to that euphoric edge.

An anxious energy thrummed in the air. Even as Cody slowly pressed inside him, Obi-Wan knew this wasn’t it. They had barely started. Cody was shaking as he stopped, buried deep inside Obi-Wan. There were several seconds of quiet, all Obi-Wan could hear were their breaths.

He could imagine Cody’s fingers ghosting over his skin, caressing him. 

Cody pulled back.

Obi-Wan sucked in a sharp breath, fingers clenching around the bench. Anticipation fluttered inside him. 

Cody let out a heavy breath and his Force presence sharpened. 

The dam broke. 

Cody pounded into him with a fury Obi-Wan had never felt before. Cody's cock felt bigger than ever. It speared into Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan had to bite into his tabard to keep from crying out. He squeezed around the thick cock. His eyes glazed over. 

The orgasm crashed into him, carrying him over the edge without warning. He cried into the tabard, spit soaking the fabric. His body clenched. 

Cody hissed on the other side. 

Obi-Wan longed to feel Cody’s hands pressing into him, holding him in place as he fucked him. He pressed back into Cody’s vigorous thrusts. 

Cody lasted longer than the first man. Obi-Wan got hard again and soon he was whimpering into the tabard, eyes squeezed shut. Obi-Wan wrapped a hand around his hard length and he stroked himself. Cody was burning in the Force. Rough noises escaped him. 

Obi-Wan groaned as one thrust rubbed against a spot that had his vision going white for a brief moment. He pressed back, eager to feel that rush again. Cody obliged, aiming for that spot. Obi-Wan keened around the tabard. He squeezed his cock, determined to cum with Cody. 

Cody growled and he shoved deep inside him. Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back. He was so close. He longed to feel their pleasure break together. 

The tantalizing edge loomed closer as Cody fucked him. Obi-Wan clawed at the bench, squeezing around Cody. He longed to spit the tabard out and beg him, openly keen for Cody. He couldn’t do that. 

A bright light flared in the Force, catching him off guard. His tenuous control snapped and he came, spilling into his fist. Warmth flooded him. Obi-Wan gasped, eyes rolling back. 

Their combined pleasure rushed through him, leaving him boneless on the bench. He sagged. 

Cody sighed and pulled out of him. 

Obi-Wan groaned, missing the glorious stretch, aching to feel Cody’s cock inside him again. 

There were the familiar shuffling noises as Cody redressed. He paused, standing on the other side for a moment, before turning away and leaving. 

The last two times he had left after Cody fucked him but Obi-Wan still ached. He wanted the pain of a good hard fuck. Two of the men weren’t enough, he needed more. 

He sank into a meditative state, the men fucking him, taking their pleasure. He was a hole for them to use and it was incredible. It was such a relief.

He lost track of how many men fucked him. He figured it was less than ten. The light actually switched off after a while and no matter how many times Obi-Wan toggled it, it wouldn’t turn on. He supposed that was the work of their esteemed CMO. 

His muscles protested when he moved and he gave a low groan. He stretched a little before stepping into the included sonic, cleaning off the mess. He dressed and checked the hall was clear before leaving. His cheeks pinked when he realized he had a slight limp. 

Well, he was going to have to convince his Commander that he had pulled something during their spar. He certainly couldn’t tell him that he had been fucked until he could barely walk. 

When he saw Cody later, his Commander gave him a curious look and Obi-Wan brushed off his concern, telling him he had pulled a muscle. Cody accepted the excuse. Obi-Wan sighed in relief. 

Of course, now that he had visited the room twice, experiencing perhaps some of the most incredible pleasure of his life, stopping was proving difficult. He soon became a frequent guest in the room. 

Obi-Wan quickly learned who liked what. Wooley liked it when he sucked him off, teasing his tongue along the crown of his cock. Waxer and Boil liked pounding into him one after the other. Longshot liked cumming on his face. Cody’s preferences changed with each day but he usually liked it best when Obi-Wan sucked on him for a few minutes before letting him fuck him. 

He developed a schedule. He would visit the room for a couple hours every couple of days. It amused him that he seemed to have an endless stream of partners eager to spend their time with him. He had barely any break time between partners when he was there. 

The constant sex certainly helped him feel more relaxed. He was laughing and joking more with the men. Whenever Cody and he had the time, they would join the men in one of the rec rooms. 

It took a few weeks but he eventually managed to interact with his partners without blushing. He also figured out when to end his session before he pulled his muscles and developed a limp. Cody shot him suspicious looks whenever Obi-Wan walked around with a pronounced limp. There were only so many ways Obi-Wan could brush off his Commander’s rather endearing concern. 

A couple of months into it, Obi-Wan was enjoying another session in the glory hole room when Wooley entered. Obi-Wan got off the bench and he positioned himself at the hole, anticipating the young man’s enthusiasm. It usually exploded vibrantly in the Force. 

Wooley’s cock slid through the hole and before he had a chance to say anything, Obi-Wan started sucking him off. Wooley’s breath hitched and Obi-Wan gave a pleased hum. He sunk into his role, sucking Wooley off just the way the young man liked. His hips jerked and Obi-Wan grinned, pleased as Wooley neared orgasm. 

He wrapped one hand around the man’s length and licked along the crown. 

Wooley came with a loud cry, hips bucking. 

Obi-Wan did his best to capture every last drop, swallowing it all. 

He knelt there, content to feel Wooley’s pleasure washing over him. He was wet and hard but his arousal didn’t matter. He enjoyed letting the men use him. 

There was a soft, hesitant chuckle on the other side, piquing Obi-Wan’s interest. 

“How did you know I wanted that?” Wooley asked. 

A chill swept through Obi-Wan and he stared at the hole. He licked his suddenly dry lips, mentally cursing himself. He had gotten so comfortable taking care of the men, he had stopped thinking about how this was supposed to be anonymous. 

“Sorry,” Wooley said. 

There was the normal rustling and then the door opened and closed. 

Obi-Wan knelt there, arousal all but forgotten. The next man walked into the small room and Obi-Wan shook himself out of his stupor. This time he let the man state what he wanted. Obi-Wan got into position, trying to force his body to relax. 

He couldn’t, not after Wooley. He let the current man finish inside him and then he turned off the light.

This was supposed to be anonymous, for both parties. Except he knew every person who walked into the room. He knew who his partners were. Now someone else knew, or at least suspected. Really, it wasn’t much to go on but it brought home how this wasn’t for him. The men had even given him the room numbers so he knew which rooms to avoid. They had never explicitly invited him. He was taking advantage of them. 

This wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be here. 

Obi-Wan gave a heavy sigh and got up. He splashed water on his face before stepping into the sonic and cleaning himself. 

He resolved to stick to waystation glory holes.

Chapter Text

The first week was the hardest. Obi-Wan had gotten accustomed to visiting the glory hole room. It was a great stress reliever. Except now, he took to meditating or sparring. While still effective, they weren’t as enjoyable. In the weeks following, he had to stop himself on more than one occasion from walking down that hallway, avoiding the tantalizing temptation. 

Amorous thoughts still plagued him and he pushed them into the Force. If he let them linger, they would only entice him to return to the glory hole room. It certainly made interacting with Cody and his men easier.

Still, he did miss them fucking him. 

Ultimately, after a long meditation session, he decided that it was wrong to continue acting as if the one way anonymity was acceptable. He concluded that he had made the right choice. 

About a month after he stopped, he began hearing murmurs about a man named Twist missing. He puzzled over the latest missions, wondering what could’ve happened. He didn’t know of any men having died or vanished. He figured it could be one of the other groups out there. 

One morning, during the staff meeting, Gregor cleared his throat at the end. 

“Sir,” he said with striking solemn dignity, “Have you had any reports of a trooper disappearing?”

“I have not,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head. “Is this about Twist?”

Gregor nodded. 

“Do we know his number? I could check the records,” Obi-Wan offered. Sadly the system only tracked the men’s numbers and not their names. 

Gregor winced at that, glancing away. 

Longshot scratched the back of his head. 

Waxer blanched. 

“What is it?” Obi-Wan asked. 

“No one knows who Twist is, Sir,” Gregor said. 

“What do you mean no one knows who he is?” Obi-Wan asked. “How did you know he’s missing if you don’t know him?”

“People know Twist from the glory hole room, sir. He frequented it on certain days. He had quite the following. Except he hasn’t been there for a month and people are wondering what happened to him.”

Obi-Wan’s stomach dropped and he swallowed back his rising anxiety. 

Across from him, Bones scowled. 

“Aren’t those rooms anonymous?” Obi-Wan asked, trepidation rising.

“For the most part,” Longshot said. 

“Then how did you all know Twist?” Obi-Wan asked, doing his best to meet their eyes. He managed to keep his hands clasped on top of the table. 

“Twist did this thing with his tongue,” Longshot said, opening his mouth and mimicking the move. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks pinked, recognizing it. 

Cody glared at Longshot and Longshot hastily closed his mouth and sat back in his chair. 

“That’s why we call him Twist, Sir,” Gregor said, continuing. 

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. He had to choose his words carefully. He couldn’t give away that quite possibly he was Twist. 

“Perhaps Twist decided to stop.”

“Kriff, I hope not,” Gregor said. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks warmed and he tucked his hands into his lap. Hopefully the men would think he was nervous because of the topic and not because he could be Twist. 

Their attention to detail was actually quite touching. He hadn’t considered that the men would notice he stopped going. Perhaps the glory hole room wasn’t as anonymous as he thought. 

“Either way, everyone on the ship is accounted for,” Obi-Wan said. 

Gregor gave a heavy sigh. 

“Is there anything else, gentlemen?” Obi-Wan asked. 

“No, sir,” Cody said, staring sharply at the men, daring anyone to open their mouths. 

Any other time, Obi-Wan would admonish Cody, preferring to encourage the men to speak their minds, but in this instance he supposed that it was better if the meeting ended. 

Obi-Wan ducked out of the meeting room, hands tucked into his sleeves, and he retreated to his room, locking the door behind him. Once safely inside, he let out a relieved sigh. He prepared a cup of soothing chamomile tea and picked up a pad, determined to lose himself in his work. 

Except there was only so much he could do. His mind kept returning to Gregor’s question. 

Eventually he set the pad on his desk and he cupped his tea, savoring the warmth. 

His lips crooked into a smile at the unintentional compliment the men had given him. He had never realized that his skills were that impressive. Apparently the men had all noticed him and had even given him a name. 

Still, the men had figured out that someone had stopped visiting the glory hole room. That seemed almost impossible. There were thousands of men on the Negotiator, certainly he hadn’t been that notable. 

Well, at least no one was pointing at him. 

After that, whenever he heard mention of Twist, his cheeks warmed. The men slowly grew to accept that Twist, whoever he was, wasn’t returning. Obi-Wan heard several of the men jokingly mourn about Twist’s disappearance. 

Eventually the mystery died down. 

A month later, Obi-Wan was going over flimsiwork with Cody when new orders came in. They were headed to another waystation to pick up supplies. Obi-Wan eagerly awaited the chance to have anonymous sex again. 

When they arrived, Obi-Wan managed to convince Cody to leave him in peace. He didn’t tell his Commander that he was hoping to get fucked good enough to forget how amazing the men felt. It was just sex, it didn’t mean anything. It should be easy enough to find a partner that fucked him as good as they did. 

The glory hole was connected to a dingy bar. The cleaning button was blinking on and off, likely malfunctioning. There was a subtle unpleasant smell to the place. 

Obi-Wan stroked his beard, considering his options. He could stay here or there was another one but that was in a far nicer area of the waystation and more likely for his men to be near. He was trying to avoid them. If this was the cost, well, he didn’t have to get on his hands and knees. He could let them put their cocks through the hole and he would suck them off. It would keep the contact minimal. 

It wasn’t the best solution but it was all he had. He would make do. 

Obi-Wan got down on his knees and he used the Force to push the button signaling that the room was occupied. A few minutes later the door in the connecting room opened and there were jostling and shuffling noises. 

“Kriff, been a while,” a gruff, scratchy voice said. 

A moment later a small, pale cock poked through the hole. 

Obi-Wan sighed in disappointment. Not everyone was as well endowed as his men were. 

Even hard, the cock barely measured up. Obi-Wan did his best to not let his dissatisfaction affect his abilities. He took care of the man, sucking him off, laving attention to the small cock. It certainly was easy to take him deep. The tip of the cock brushed against the back of his throat and Obi-Wan swallowed around it. The man gasped and his hips jerked. 

When he came, Obi-Wan swallowed it all before sitting back on his heels. The man’s pleasure had brushed against him in the Force but it was rather lackluster. Obi-Wan wasn’t even hard after sucking the man off. 

Well, the first man had been a disappointment, hopefully the next would be better. 

The next cock to press inside the hole was teal and a decent size. Obi-Wan licked up the length of it and grimaced at the overly salty taste. He wondered when the last time the person had taken a shower or even hopped into the sonic. 

He didn’t take the full cock into his mouth. He licked up the sides as he jerked them off. The person didn’t seem to care. They kept muttering obscenities under their breath as Obi-Wan touched them. The praise would normally turn him on but the lack of personal hygiene was such a turn off that he remained indifferent to it. 

Was it bad that part of him missed hearing the praise in that deep sonorous voice the vode had?

“Wanna cum on your face,” the person said. 

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes on the other side. He was not letting them cum on him. He stroked them and caught their release before it could touch him. 

“Thanks slut,” they said before walking out. 

Obi-Wan huffed. 

He was only a slut for the vode. If it wasn’t such a risk, he’d let them fuck him all the time. They were amazing lovers. 

The thought of Cody had him getting wet and Obi-Wan pulled out his half-hard cock and stroked himself. He rested a forearm against the wall and groaned as he jerked off. 

In the other room, the door opened and closed. Obi-Wan perked up, sitting back on his heels. Maybe this time things wouldn’t end in such disappointment. 

“Ready, slut?” the person asked. 

Really, people needed better manners, that was not how one greeted an anonymous partner. 

“Not if that’s how you address me,” Obi-Wan said, trying to keep the bite out of his voice. 

“Well, you take cock just the same,” they said. 

They slid their cock through the hole, it was a decent size, but it was still small compared to one of the vode. Obi-Wan wrapped a hand around it and gingerly licked along the length. It had a bland, fleshy taste. They must’ve showered recently, a marked improvement over the previous patron. 

Obi-Wan wrapped his lips around the cock and he dedicated himself to sucking them off, trying to find some pleasure in the act. It was easier if he imagined it was Cody or another member of the vode. Except the man was breaking his concentration. He kept talking, calling Obi-Wan a slut. 

After the third time, Obi-Wan pulled back. “If you persist in calling me a slut, I will walk out of here,” he said, glaring at the wall. 

The person on the other side gave a huff and irritation flared in the Force. 

“Put your mouth back where it belongs.”

“It certainly doesn’t belong on your cock,” Obi-Wan said, standing. He wiped his hands off on his leggings. 

“Get back here, slut,” they growled. 

“No,” Obi-Wan said, pressing the button to turn off the light that signaled the room was occupied. “Learn how to treat your partners with respect.”

“I’ll show you respect,” they snarled. 

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the last comment. 

He went to the small sink and washed his hands and splashed water on his face. Well, he had been prepared for disappointment, although certainly not for such an appalling failure. If anything it only made his arousal worse, leaving him frustrated and horny. It shouldn’t be so hard to find a good fuck. 

Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose and he gave a heavy sigh. 

Well, there was nothing to it. He had to go back to the Negotiator. 

He left the small room and he was barely out the door before the Force flared in warning. Obi-Wan ducked, avoiding a punch to his face. A hand grabbed his neck and pressed him against the hard metal. 

A burly human with stringy blond hair growled at him. 

Obi-Wan sighed and glanced up, shaking his head. Really, this was all rather unnecessary. 

~

Velo grinned when the occupied light turned off and he nearly jumped out of his chair. 

“Come on,” he said to Goat. 

“Are the rooms even big enough for two people?” Goat asked, following behind him. 

“Well, if they’re anything like the ones on the ship, we’ll be fine.”

Velo was nearly bouncing on his feet as they approached the entrance to the glory hole. 

A man elbowed past them.

“That was rude,” Goat said with a huff. 

“You know the General would have a word with him if he was one of us,” Velo said, shaking his head. 

They turned the corner and found the blond man standing outside the door to the glory hole room. 

The two shared a glance. 

“Do you think he was waiting to go in there?” Velo asked in a low whisper. 

The door opened and a familiar figure stepped out.

General Kenobi.

Velo sucked in a sharp breath.

The General dodged the man’s fist but the man still managed to grab him around the throat and shove him against the door. 

“Should we step in?” Velo asked, glancing anxiously at Goat. 

“No, we comm the Commander,” Goat said. The Commander had drilled it into the men that if someone had trouble, including the General, to contact him immediately. 

Goat pulled out a comm and typed a frantic message.

Velo grimaced, watching the blond man shouting at their General, calling him a slut. He took a step forward, ready to defend him. 

Goat grabbed his upper arm and stopped him. 

“The Commander is already on his way. We’re to observe. We only get involved if the General can’t handle himself.”

~

“My dear, this is not doing you any favors,” Obi-Wan said, smiling serenely at the bulky man. 

The grip on his neck tightened and Obi-Wan shifted at the increased pressure. Really, a B1 droid was tougher than this man. 

“I’ll teach you to have respect, slut,” the man said, snarling the last word. 

“Perhaps you misheard me,” Obi-Wan said, talking slowly, wrapping his fingers around the man’s wrist, “I don’t like being called a slut by someone I don’t know.”

The man leaned closer and grinned wide. 

With the right person, this situation would be arousing but this man was more of an inconvenience at this point. 

Obi-Wan met his gaze.

“But you don’t mind acting like a slut for strangers,” The man said. He pressed his thumb against the bottom of Obi-Wan’s chin, forcing his head up. “Why don’t you get back on your knees before I force you.”

Obi-Wan squeezed his hand around the man’s wrist, yanking his hand off his neck. He shot a sharp look at him. 

“Get on your knees,” he said, voice level. He tightened his grip.

The man snarled, face red. His features twisted into a grimace as the hold turned painful. 

“On your knees,” Obi-Wan repeated, tone controlled. 

The man shakily got down on one knee and then the other. 

“You will treat your partners with respect,” Obi-Wan said, putting a little Force Suggestion into his words, “And you will not call them a slut unless they ask for it.”

The man nodded.

Obi-Wan released his wrist and the man ran off. 

He gave a sigh and leaned against the door, irritation eating at him. He had gone to the glory hole room for relief and he felt more stressed than before. He took a deep breath and released it. 

He tensed when he recognized a nearby Force presence. 

Cody. 

He jerked, glancing in the Commander’s direction. A chill ran down his spine. 

“Cody,” he said the name breathily, hoping that his Commander had no idea where the door behind him led to. 

“Sir?” Cody said, gaze flickering to the door behind him. His brow arched in question. 

“Are you enjoying your shore leave?” Obi-Wan asked. He was wearing his civilian clothing in order to blend in with the general population. He missed having his large sleeves to tuck his hands into. 

“I am, sir,” Cody said. He looked back at the door and then at Obi-Wan. He stood straighter. “Sir, were you in there?”

Kriff.

"Obi-Wan, were you in there?" Cody asked, voice soft, barely above a whisper.

Obi-Wan sighed, looking away, unable to meet Cody’s eyes. 

It wasn’t like he was in trouble. He was allowed to have sex. Just after hearing Cody say his name, this felt like a betrayal. Still, he wouldn’t lie to him. 

He sighed and lifted his head. 

“I was,” he said. 

Several emotions flickered across Cody’s face and Obi-Wan didn’t catch them. At least he didn’t seem upset with him. Cody sighed. 

“May we speak in private?” he asked.

Obi-Wan’s heart began to race and he gave a nod. 

“Yes, my dear.”

Cody led him to an abandoned restaurant. He gestured at a chair and Obi-Wan sat down. Obi-Wan rubbed his sweaty hands on his leggings. 

“You know about the glory holes on the ship, sir,” Cody said, wincing. 

“Perhaps we can drop the honorific,” Obi-Wan offered, laying his hand on Cody’s and squeezing. 

“Right,” Cody said, shaking his head. He took a deep breath and met Obi-Wan’s eyes. “You know about the glory holes on the ship.”

“Yes, I do,” Obi-Wan said, refraining from adding that he had used them before. 

“I’m certain that the men would agree to allow you to use them,” Cody said, voice low. 

Obi-Wan sighed and he faced Cody. He clasped his hands on top of the small table.

“Cody, I have used them.”

Cody’s brows furrowed and he stared at Obi-Wan with open confusion. 

“I stopped using them because it wasn’t right. Because of the Force I knew who my partners were. It was no longer anonymous.”

Cody shot him a curious look, brows pinched together. 

He might as well come clean. 

“You remember Twist?” Obi-Wan asked. 

Cody shot him a wide-eyed look. He hung his head and groaned. 

“You were Twist?” 

Obi-Wan nodded. 

Cody leaned back in his chair and he dragged his hands through his hair. “Kriff,” he muttered, staring off. 

Obi-Wan looked at his hands. All he could do was wait for his Commander’s reaction. Hopefully he wasn’t too upset with him. 

After a moment, Cody leaned close.

“Sir, did you and I…?” Cody asked, voice low. 

“We did,” Obi-Wan said, nodding once. 

Cody turned away, tapping his fingers on the table. His lips pursed together in thought. 

At least Cody didn’t seem upset at the revelation. 

Cody turned back to him and shot him a calculating look. Obi-Wan’s brow arched, curious at the sudden scrutiny. 

“When you go to the glory holes, what are you looking for?”

Obi-Wan paused at the unexpected question before he could respond, Cody continued. 

“If it’s anonymous sex, I’m certain none of the men would object to Twist returning, even knowing that it wouldn't be truly anonymous. Or," Cody lips curled up in the corners, “If you’re simply looking for release, you and I could sleep together.”

Obi-wan’s cheeks burned at Cody’s offer. He wrung his hands on the table. 

“My dear,” he swallowed back the rock in his throat, “I appreciate the offer, truly I do. But I fear for our positions. You’re still my subordinate. I would never wish to pressure you into a sexual relationship.”

“You’re not pressuring me, Obi-Wan.”

The way Cody said his name had Obi-Wan’s chest warming. 

Cody’s hands grabbed his and he squeezed them. 

“I like you. I’d also like the chance to fuck you while I know it’s you.”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned even hotter. Cody’s earnestness glowed in the Force, leaving Obi-Wan no doubt that Cody wanted this. He bit at his bottom lip, shivering under the intensity of Cody’s emotions. 

“My dear,” Obi-Wan swallowed, tongue feeling like it was stuck to the roof of his mouth. 

It had been a while since anyone worth consideration had asked to sleep with him. He found himself stumbling over his words like a young Padawan. Cody truly was a good man, giving him time to think.

Cody’s hand squeezed his and Obi-Wan gratefully accepted the reassurance. 

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and released it, letting his apprehension flow into the Force. 

“I like you too,” he said.

Cody’s elation shone bright in the Force. He grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“Would you like to go back to the ship and continue with our shore leave?” Cody smirked, eyes dragging suggestively up Obi-Wan’s body.

Kriff.

Obi-Wan’s blush darkened. 

“I would like that very much, my dear,” he said. His cheeks hurt from how hard he was blushing. 

Cody stood and offered him his hand. 

Obi-Wan accepted it and let Cody pull him to his feet. 

They made it to the ship without incident. Obi-Wan’s heart was racing the whole way there. He almost couldn’t believe this was really happening. 

They went to Obi-wan’s cabin. Inside, Obi-Wan paused, glancing at the fresher before turning to Cody. 

“One moment,” he said. 

“What is it?” Cody asked, setting his helmet on the desk. 

“I want to wash my mouth out first,” Obi-Wan said, brow raised. Cody knew where he had been. 

It took a moment but then Cody gave a nod. 

“Do you need to hop in the sonic too?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. 

“That is unnecessary, my dear.”

“I take it nothing happened while you were there,” Cody asked, working on removing his armor. 

“The state of that room.” Obi-Wan shivered at the thought of how dirty the place had been. “I didn’t even remove my clothes.”

Cody nodded and went to task, leaving Obi-Wan alone. Obi-Wan rinsed out his mouth, washing out the memory of that man with terrible hygiene. Since Cody was already stripping out of his armor, Obi-Wan removed his outer layers, keeping only the inner tunic and leggings. 

He stepped out of the small fresher and a whine escaped him when he saw Cody in the skin tight under armor. He hadn’t forgotten about sparring him months ago. The feeling of being pinned haunted him. 

Cody opened his mouth and closed it, lips curling up in a grin; he shook his head. He waved at the bed. 

“Would you like to sit, Obi-Wan?”

“I’m pretty sure I should be asking you that, Cody,” Obi-Wan said, even so, he still sat on the edge of the bed and Cody sat next to him. 

The bed in Obi-Wan’s cabin was larger than most on the ship. It still wasn’t as big as the one in the Temple. It would fit both of them, although if they slept, they would have to curl up. 

Cody’s hand covered his and he squeezed. 

“I’ve thought about this, what it would be like.”

Obi-Wan gave a soft snort, lips quirking up. 

“Well, I hope I meet your expectations.”

Cody let out a rich laugh and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but chuckle in response, heart feeling lighter. 

“It’s already not going how I expected,” Cody said. He picked up Obi-Wan’s hand and kissed the back of it. 

“What did you expect?” Obi-Wan asked, voice near a whisper. 

A shudder ran through Cody and his shoulders dropped. 

“I expected the war to be over. I was thinking I would ask you out. We would come back to wherever I lived or maybe even go to your apartment in the Temple. We’d go slow, take our time, we finally wouldn’t have the war hanging over us.”

“I don’t see why we can’t still go slow. We could pretend for a few hours that the war doesn’t exist. This is shore leave after all,” Obi-Wan said, cupping Cody’s cheek and tilting his head to the side. 

“Obi-Wan,” Cody groaned, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek. 

Their foreheads pressed together. They were so close Obi-Wan could feel Cody’s warm breath ghosting over his lips. He trembled with anticipation.

His eyes fluttered closed and there was the barest brush of lips against his. A hesitant, questioning kiss. 

Obi-Wan whimpered and leaned forward. He cupped the back of Cody’s head and pressed his lips against his, tilting his head to the side. 

Cody’s hand came to the back of his head and his other hand wrapped around him, tugging at him. Obi-Wan straddled Cody’s legs, groaning as Cody’s fingers dug into his side. Obi-Wan nipped at Cody’s bottom lip and delighted at the quiet rumbling noise that escaped him. 

The room spun around him and suddenly he was on his back, staring up at a smirking Cody. He didn’t have long to admire the new view though. Cody leaned forward and he captured Obi-Wan’s lips in a heated kiss that soon turned to a test of dominance. Obi-Wan relented immediately, submitting to him, following Cody’s lead. 

Cody pulled back, panting, eyes dark. His hands slid under Obi-Wan’s tunic, caressing his abdomen, and Obi-Wan’s breath hitched. Cody pushed his tunic up, baring his chest. His fingers brushed over his nipples and Obi-Wan bit into his bottom lip. A shiver ran through him and his back arched, pressing into Cody’s touch. 

“May I?” he asked, voice low. 

Obi-Wan nodded, mind getting hazy. He sat up, letting Cody pull his inner tunic off. 

Cody sat back on his heels and his dark, half-lidded eyes dragged over him. 

Obi-Wan lay there, perfectly content. The fire in his belly was at a low simmer. Cody wanted to go slow and Obi-Wan had no qualms about that. Most of his experience came from glory hole rooms which weren’t conducive to that. 

“Kriff, you’re gorgeous,” Cody whispered. 

“You as well, my dear,” Obi-Wan said with a grin. 

Cody leaned forward, kissing Obi-Wan with a fervid passion. One of Cody’s hands played with Obi-Wan’s nipples while the other braced Cody above him. Cody tweaked Obi-Wan’s nipple and a jolt of pleasure shot through Obi-Wan and he gasped into the kiss. 

Obi-Wan tugged at Cody’s top and Cody sat up, pulling his top off, before going back to kissing him. 

The warmth of Cody’s chest against his had Obi-Wan groaning and pressing close. His hands wandered over Cody’s strong back. So much skin to touch. He barely knew where to start. 

This was such a sharp contrast to glory holes. He was free to touch his lover as much as he wanted. It felt almost naughty.

It had been a long time since he had been in bed with someone. 

“Where is your lube?” Cody asked, breathless. 

“You won’t need it,” Obi-Wan said, keenly remembering how well Cody ate him out on the waystation. 

Cody pulled back, shoulders stiff. He sat on his heels and shook his head. 

“Obi-Wan, I’m not fucking you without lube.” 

The words drew Obi-Wan up short. He propped himself up on his elbows, brows furrowed, puzzling over Cody’s response. Then it dawned on him. Cody didn’t know. 

“Oh, my dear, you have nothing to worry about.”

An indignant look crossed Cody’s features and he huffed. 

“Trust me, Cody,” Obi-Wan whispered. He kissed the corner of Cody’s lips before shuffling back and sitting against the pillow. 

Cody stared at him in confusion, head tilted to the side. 

Obi-Wan shoved at his leggings and underwear and Cody helped him pull them down and off. Obi-Wan’s cock smacked against his belly. Obi-Wan laid back, one foot planted, knee bent, spreading his legs slightly, just enough for Cody to see why they wouldn’t need lube. Although, with Cody’s size, lube might still be useful. 

With his focus on Cody’s face, he caught the exact moment that Cody noticed. His eyes went wide and his nostrils flared. One of Cody’s hands twitched. 

“You have a cunt,” he whispered. 

“I’m dualsex,” Obi-Wan said, wrapping his fingers around himself and stroking his cock, letting Cody get a glimpse of his wet folds. 

Cody licked his lips, watching him. 

Anticipation curled inside him. Obi-Wan lazily pressed into his fist, letting his eyes drift shut. 

There was the barest, most feather light of touches against his inner thigh and Obi-Wan sighed. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Cody’s questioning gaze. 

“You can touch me,” Obi-Wan said, spreading his legs even more. 

“I didn’t know,” Cody said, sounding almost in awe. His fingers stroked along Obi-Wan’s folds. 

A shudder ran through Obi-Wan and he grabbed at the sheets with one hand. 

“You’ve played with my cunt before,” Obi-Wan said, breath catching as Cody continued to play with him. 

“I have?” Cody asked, voice lilting, intrigued. 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, sliding down a little, inching closer to Cody. His body ached to be touched. “Do you remember the first glory hole, the one on the waystation in the mid rim?”

“Yes?” Cody said, fingers stilling. “Were you in there?”

Obi-Wan nodded, squirming, needing more but they were in no rush. 

Cody laid his forehead against Obi-Wan’s chest. His breath came out heavy. 

“My dear?” Obi-Wan asked after a moment, anxiety thrumming in him. Cody knew about him as Twist. So he knew that they had had sex before. He couldn’t figure out what had stunned Cody. It troubled him. 

Cody pressed a gentle kiss to his belly and sat up, shaking his head and smiling. 

“Your hair,” he said. 

“What?” Obi-Wan asked, head tilting to the side. 

“Your pubic hair is so similar to your facial hair,” Cody stated, running his fingers over the fine strands. 

“You knew?” Obi-Wan asked, cheeks pinking at the possibility. 

“I suspected,” Cody shrugged. “I had to tell myself that you don’t have a cunt, that they couldn’t be you. The hair was just a coincidence.” Cody shook his head. “Kriff. Even the noises sounded like you.”

“I was trying to be quiet,” Obi-Wan said, ducking his head. 

“Obi-Wan,” Cody cupped his chin and lifted his head, “I work so closely with you. I know what you sound like when you eat.”

“Do you think anyone else figured it out?” Obi-Wan asked, fear gripping his heart. 

Cody shook his head. 

“Good,” Obi-Wan said, laying back down, heart slowing. 

He cupped the back of Cody’s head and pulled him into a tender kiss. The earlier tension was quickly forgotten. Cody’s fingers took to petting him, running along his folds in teasing strokes. Obi-Wan dragged his nails down Cody’s back while his other hand was clutching at Cody’s shoulders. 

Pleasure flared in his belly as Cody pressed a finger inside him.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched and he tipped his head back.

“Kriff,” he muttered. 

“When we were on the waystation, I was imagining it was you,” Cody whispered, lips brushing against Obi-Wan’s. 

“I heard you say my name,” Obi-Wan said, panting. 

Cody’s finger rubbed a spot inside him that made his hips jerk and he gave a low whine. 

“Like I said, I was imagining it was you.”

Cody hit that spot again and Obi-Wan keened, heels digging into the hard mattress. He shoved at Cody’s skin tight leggings, eyeing the thick bulge between his legs. 

“Please,” Obi-Wan said, “I want to suck on your cock.”

Cody shook his head. 

“Not today.”

“Why not?” Obi-Wan asked, aghast. He really enjoyed sucking on a cock, especially one as thick as Cody’s.

“You’ve taken my cock several times. I want to play with you, Obi-Wan,” Cody said. His mischievous grin had Obi-Wan whimpering in excitement. 

Obi-Wan gave a weak nod. 

Cody slid down his body, eyes locked on Obi-Wan’s. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the tip of Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan bit into his bottom lip. Cody pulled back, shaking his head. 

“Let me hear you, please. You’ve been holding back so much already.”

Two thick fingers circled his entrance and Obi-Wan sighed. His eyes rolled back as they pressed inside him. Cody was not a small man. He needed to be stretched if he wanted to take him. 

“Just like that, mesh’la,” Cody whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to Obi-Wan’s hip. 

The bed wasn’t big enough for Cody to lay down. He kneeled, pressing his face closer between Obi-Wan’s legs. 

The first brush of a tongue against his folds sent a jolt through him. He grasped at Cody’s short hair with one hand and fisted the sheets with the other. For once he didn’t have to brace himself. He had something to hold. 

The glint in Cody’s eyes was all the warning he had before Cody took to eating him out like it was his mission. Obi-Wan started to squirm, incoherent sounds falling from his lips, and Cody pinned him down with an arm across his belly. Obi-Wan let himself be vocal for once, hands clutching at whatever he could reach, as Cody’s tongue delved inside him. He gasped for air as pleasure burned inside him. 

“Please,” he cried, head tossing side to side. 

Cody dedicated himself to finding every spot that drove him wild. Whenever Obi-Wan jolted, Cody would repeat the move he just made until he found the source, nodding, pleased with himself and with Obi-Wan. 

“I’m close,” Obi-Wan whispered, mind hazy. He was panting. 

Cody’s lips sunk down on his cock, wet heat engulfing him. His fingers, so thick, pressed deep inside him. They rubbed against a spot that made stars appear in his vision. 

The orgasm crashed into him. Every muscle seized at the intense pleasure. His back arched. He gave a loud gasp and fell back, breath knocked out of him. He laid there, staring up at the ceiling. 

Cody pulled Obi-Wan’s hand from the back of his head. He kissed the inside of the wrist. Obi-Wan’s heart thrummed at the tender gesture. 

“Good?” Cody asked with a self-satisfied grin. 

There was a drop of cum next to Cody’s lips and Cody licked it off. Obi-Wan’s chest warmed at Cody’s heavy gaze. 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, voice coming out shaky. He swallowed back the rush of lust. “Incredible really.”

Cody rested his chin on Obi-Wan’s belly. There was a curious glint in Cody’s eyes and it sent a shiver down Obi-Wan’s spine. 

“Yes, my dear?” Obi-Wan asked, trying to calm his racing heart. 

“This is the second time I’ve eaten you out and yet you’ve sucked me off countless times,” he said, sounding unfairly composed. 

Obi-Wan sat up, bracing himself on his elbows. 

“My dear, that’s alright.”

Cody chuckled, rolling his eyes. He pulled back, head getting dangerously low between Obi-Wan’s legs. 

“I’m going to take care of you today, mesh’la.”

Hot breath ghosted over Obi-Wan’s folds. Two thick fingers pressed inside him and Obi-Wan’s head dropped back and he gave a low groan. Pleasure sparked inside him once more. 

Obi-Wan grasped at Cody’s hair, hips jerking as the fingers inside him rubbed against the spot from before. His toes curled.

He tried to voice his protest but the thick haze in his mind made stringing two words together nearly impossible. He held on, uttering incoherent pleas, as Cody took to eating him out and sucking him off with a dedication that Obi-Wan so often admired on the battlefield. Cody held his hips down as he worked. 

Each orgasm that Cody tore from him, left Obi-Wan feeling weaker. He could barely catch his breath. It was as if Cody was making up for lost time. 

The orgasms in the glory hole rooms were nothing compared to these. 

After the fourth, with Cody’s tongue and fingers still playing with him, Obi-Wan let out a painful keening noise and tried pulling back. At Cody’s questioning look, Obi-Wan frantically shook his head. When Cody sat up, Obi-Wan sighed, relaxing on the bed. 

“Good?” Cody asked. 

Obi-Wan gave a shaky nod. It felt like his voice had been robbed. 

“Think I can still fuck you, mesh’la?” Cody asked, leaning forward and cupping his cheek. Obi-Wan pressed into the tender touch. 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan whispered. He was sore from the pleasure but he still wanted to feel Cody inside him. 

Cody laid next to him and they shared a lazy kiss as he kicked off his leggings. It was a relaxing moment before the next inevitable rush. Obi-Wan pressed close to Cody’s long line of warmth. He groaned when Cody rolled them and pressed him into the mattress. 

The thick length of Cody’s cock rubbed against his slick folds and a shudder ran through him. It had been so long since he had been fucked face to face. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. He could do this. 

This was Cody, not some random stranger. 

Obi-Wan pressed into the next kiss, cupping the back of Cody’s head, holding him close. 

“Ready?” Cody asked, lips brushing against Obi-Wan’s. His eyes were dark, nearly black. 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan whispered, heart hammering. They had had sex numerous times but this felt like it was truly their first time together. 

Cody reached between them and he rubbed the tip of his cock against Obi-Wan’s folds. Obi-Wan’s breathing stuttered. He leaned up, eager to feel it slide inside him. 

The head of Cody’s cock pushed at his entrance. Excitement thrummed through Obi-Wan’s veins. He gasped at the stretch, already so intimately familiar with the feeling of Cody’s cock inside him. Still, it felt like a new experience. 

Cody’s expression twisted as he pressed deeper inside him. Obi-Wan clutched at Cody’s shoulder as Cody’s cock filled him in the most glorious fashion. He didn’t dare close his eyes and miss any of it. Cody bit into his bottom lip and stilled, bracing himself over him. 

Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around Cody’s waist. He ran his fingers along the back of Cody’s neck, just under the curve of his head. A shiver ran through him and Obi-Wan grinned at the response. 

“Kriff, you’re so tight,” Cody said, breathless. 

“And you’re so big,” Obi-Wan said, chuckling, fingers combing through Cody’s hair and running along his back. He could scarcely believe he was with Cody. He gave a contented hum. Perhaps those several orgasms prior had made him a bit soft. 

Cody began the slow, tedious process of pulling back. Obi-Wan whimpered at the loss of every tantalizing inch. Cody’s breath came out slow and laborious. Cody pressed a trail of kisses down Obi-Wan’s neck as he did. 

“My dear,” Obi-Wan said, words coming out shaky. He cupped Cody’s cheek. 

Cody kissed the palm of his hand. The affectionate gesture had Obi-wan’s heart soaring. Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered as Cody pushed back inside him, filling him once more. He was so impossibly full. 

His body trembled with the heady pleasure. He had already orgasmed several times and yet it felt like he could orgasm again. He lost himself to the gentle rhythm of Cody’s hips and the tender press of his lips to his. His hands wandered, touching every inch that he could, memorizing the planes of Cody’s back. 

Cody’s hips snapped forward, burying his cock deep, Obi-Wan’s back arched and he cried out. He scratched along Cody’s back, nails drawing faint red lines. The near overwhelming shock of pleasure had him clenching around Cody, desperate to hold on. He was shivering, barely able to take it. 

Sweet kisses rained over his face. Cody whispered tender words of praise, holding him close. 

Kriff.

He had never made love with anyone before but this was the closest he ever had. He could feel Cody’s devotion even in the Force. It was such a bright feeling. He was drowning in it. 

He rocked forward, meeting Cody’s fervent thrusts. Their lips pressed together. Their warm breaths mingled. Sweat beaded on his forehead and chest. 

“Cody,” he whispered, fingers digging into Cody’s scalp. 

“Obi-Wan,” he said in response. 

Cody’s fingers pressed hard into his hip, likely leaving several identical bruises. 

“Please,” he said, back arching. 

He was hanging by a thread. 

“Cyare,” Cody whispered, voice reverent. 

Obi-Wan shuddered at the word. He still remembered his Mando’a from his time on Mandalore. With Cody’s emotions spilling into the Force, Obi-Wan knew the truth behind that single word. 

“My dear,” Obi-Wan cried, pressing his forehead to Cody’s. “Please.”

A low rumbling growl escaped him. It burrowed inside Obi-Wan. His head tipped back. His body bowed. 

The orgasm crashed into him. His eyes closed and he fell over the edge, clinging to his lover. 

The intensity of it stole everything from him, leaving him prone on the bed, staring blearily up at Cody. He watched, fascinated, as Cody’s features contorted, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he came. Warmth spilled inside him. Obi-Wan sighed, body shuddering. 

Cody fell to his side and he tucked his face against Obi-Wan’s shoulder. His soft cock slipped out of him, leaving Obi-Wan empty. A shiver slid down his spine and he curled closer to Cody, feeling cold without the frantic movements of their lovemaking. 

Exhaustion tugged at him, beckoning him to fall asleep. His eyes fluttered shut and he wrapped his arms around Cody. 

“Stay?” he asked, heart in his throat. Having someone to cuddle with was a pleasant new experience. He had no doubt that Cody wanted it too, not after what he had felt in the Force. In fact, he supposed that Cody wouldn’t leave his bed unless Obi-Wan kicked him out. 

“For as long as you’ll have me,” Cody said.

A soft chuckle escaped him.

“I’d have you here the rest of the day but we have our duties later,” Obi-Wan said, grinning. 

“That’s still a few hours away,” Cody replied. He squeezed Obi-Wan’s ass and Obi-Wan squeaked at the touch, cheeks burning. “Enough time for a round two if you’re up for it.”

“Jedi stamina is good, but I don’t know if it’s that good,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head, amused. Already he could feel his thoughts getting slower. He yawned widely. 

“Another time,” Cody whispered, kissing his cheek. 

The pair fell silent after that. It wasn’t long before Obi-Wan drifted off. He couldn’t be sure the last time he had felt so safe.

Chapter Text

“Thank you, gentlemen,” Obi-Wan said, bowing at his officers before leaving the meeting room with Cody at his side. 

They walked the halls of the Negotiator. Their hands brushed and Obi-Wan’s heart beat faster when Cody’s fingers laced with his for a brief moment. They made it to Obi-Wan’s room and Obi-Wan finally let out a shaky breath once they were inside. 

Thick arms wrapped around him and lips pressed against the back of his neck, making him shudder. Fear and arousal warred inside him. 

A large hand cupped his hardening cock and Obi-Wan’s head dropped back and he gave a low groan. His stance widened slightly, giving Cody more room. Cody’s other hand worked on his belt and sash and the material gave way, falling to the floor.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched when Cody’s hand, warm and strong, dipped under his waistband and gripped him. He reached behind him, grabbing at Cody’s hips and shoulders, arousal surging forward. His hips jerked and he thrusted into Cody’s fist, eyes fluttering. He stared ahead at the padds stacked neatly on top of the desk. 

There was only one chair in front of the desk. 

Ever since they had started sleeping together, they had been exploring each other’s various kinks. Obi-Wan was intimately familiar with this particular kink. If there was one chair, Cody expected him to sit in his lap, available for him to play with. 

“Bend over the desk and put your hands behind your back,” Cody whispered, voice low, into his ear. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Arousal burned in Obi-Wan’s belly. 

“Yes, Commander,” Obi-Wan said, voice shaky. He didn’t dare disobey. 

He shuffled forward, leggings around his knees, and bent over, putting his cheek on the cold metal. He let out a heady breath, eyes unfocused as he stared at the door. 

A moment later there was warm breath on his folds. Cody ate him out and he came with Cody’s fingers buried deep inside him, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Cody’s cock pressed inside him and Obi-Wan widened his stance, eager to have him as close as possible. 

Hands pressed on his wrists, holding them in place. 

Cody pounded into him, taking him with quick efficiency, using him for his pleasure. Obi-Wan’s cock hung between his legs, hard and untouched. Cody’s hips snapped forward and he came deep inside him, filling him.

A shudder ran through Obi-Wan as Cody’s pleasure washed over him in the Force.

“Good boy,” Cody whispered, hands sliding under Obi-Wan’s tunics, stroking his lower back. He kissed the back of Obi-Wan’s neck. “Stay right there, cyare. I’ll be right back.”

Obi-Wan gave a faint nod, mind muddled. 

The warmth pulled back and the empty ache in his belly had him whimpering. He clutched his elbows. 

“Shhhh, I’m right here,” Cody whispered, stroking Obi-Wan’s ass. “Just grabbed a toy from the drawer. Going to keep you full all day.” 

As he said that, a blunt rubber tip rubbed along his entrance. Obi-Wan took a sharp breath, shivering in anticipation. 

He bit his lip as the toy filled him, the base expanding. His eyes rolled back and he rocked his hips. There was a final push as the widest part pressed inside him. Cody gave a gentle tug and the toy barely moved. 

Cody sat down in the rolling chair and he pulled Obi-Wan into his lap. Obi-Wan’s head tipped back, resting against Cody’s shoulder. He took several deep breaths. His arousal was made all the worse as Cody stroked his cock with one hand and he snuck the other hand under Obi-Wan’s tunics and played with his nipples. 

A squeeze had Obi-Wan gasping and jerking in Cody’s lap.

“Do you need more time to recover or can you work?” Cody asked, brow arched, lips curled into an amused grin. He had all the power in this situation and he knew it. Of course, Obi-Wan willingly gave it to him. 

The answer of course wasn’t an easy one. Either way, Obi-Wan wasn’t going to cum anytime soon. Recovery meant that Cody would let him rest while Cody lightly played with him and when he came it would be later. Choosing work was an exercise in torment. As long as Obi-Wan worked, Cody would play with him, and Obi-Wan was allowed to orgasm without permission. If he stopped, the play stopped. 

“I can work,” Obi-Wan said, voice breathy. 

“You remember the rules?” Cody asked, nuzzling at his cheek. 

“Yes, Commander,” Obi-Wan replied, settling back on Cody’s lap and spreading his legs outside Cody’s. 

“Good boy,” Cody said, squeezing his cock, drawing a ragged moan from Obi-Wan. 

They didn’t always play while they worked. Some days they had too much work to do anything more than focus on completing it. Playing while working though was both a timesaver and a kink. 

Obi-Wan came twice before giving their safeword, ending the play. After that, Cody helped him redress before he held him close while they kept going over flimsiwork.

They finished in the late afternoon. Obi-Wan was done before Cody and he tucked his head against Cody’s neck and dozed off. A heavy sigh left Cody and he put the final padd on the desk. 

Obi-Wan shifted on Cody’s lap, making the toy press against his walls. His breath hitched and he swallowed back the rush of arousal. 

Cody’s fingers dipped under his waistband and he squeezed Obi-Wan’s cock. 

“Do you want me inside you again?” He asked, voice low. The rough timbre of it had his nerves sparking to life. 

“Please,” Obi-Wan said, thrusting into Cody’s fist. 

“Bend over the desk, cyare,” Cody chuckled. 

Obi-Wan shuddered. He stood up and turned around, returning to the position from earlier. He put his feet wide, baring himself for Cody. 

There was the snap of a cap and then slick fingers rubbed along his entrance before they worked the toy out of him. Obi-Wan bit at his bottom lip as the wide base popped out of him. 

Those same slick fingers circled his entrance before pressing inside him. 

“Kriff, cyare,” Cody groaned, pulling his fingers out. 

Obi-Wan whined at the empty feeling but it didn’t last long. Soon Cody’s cock was easing inside him and he forgot everything beyond the small room. He gave a contented sigh, relaxing into Cody’s initial shallow thrusts. 

Cody leaned over and kissed him, fingers combing through Obi-Wan’s hair. Obi-Wan keened and pressed into the touch. Cody’s thrusts quickened and he fisted Obi-Wan’s hair. He tilted his head to the side and smashed their lips together in a messy kiss. 

Obscene, wet, squelching noises filled the air. The sex was sloppy but it was perfect for them. 

Cody’s cock rubbed against a spot that had Obi-Wan’s eyes rolling back. 

“Kriff, you feel so good on my cock.”

Obi-wan shuddered at the words. 

Two fingers rubbed over his lips and he opened his mouth, welcoming them, sucking on them. He licked between them, getting them both wet. Sometimes Cody would have him suck on his fingers and then he would finger his ass. Obi-Wan didn’t quite care what happened. He just liked pleasing Cody. 

“You’re just made to be fucked, aren’t you?” Cody chuckled, continuing to fuck him. 

Obi-Wan moaned around the thick digits. 

His mind flashed back to the glory hole rooms and he clenched around Cody’s cock. It had been so long since he had visited the ones on the ship and he missed them. He had enjoyed letting others use him. Cody was a wonderful lover but there was something about letting countless others use him. 

“Should I just get binders and bind your legs to the desk, force them to be spread, keeping you open for me to fuck?” Cody asked, a hint of an edge to his tone. His voice dropped lower. “Maybe I’ll even bind your hands behind your back.”

Depending on Obi-Wan’s response, Cody might truly consider it. 

Obi-Wan whined around Cody’s fingers, pressing back into the thrusts, eager to get fucked. 

Cody pulled his fingers out of his mouth and Obi-Wan stretched his jaw. Cody fisted his cock, jerking him off, and he put his other hand on Obi-Wan’s upper back, pinning him to the desk. He pounded into him harder. 

Obi-Wan came with a loud cry, spilling into Cody’s hand. Cody released inside him. He rested his forehead on Obi-Wan’s back for a moment before pulling out. Cum leaked out of him and Obi-Wan’s cheeks pinked.

They cleaned up in the fresher before going to dinner together. They talked about work, acting as the General and Commander. Still, as he chatted with the others, he couldn’t help but remember his time in the glory hole rooms. It was one of the rare nights that they had off and they hung out with the others. It only heightened his longing. 

When they returned to his rooms, Obi-Wan sat on the bed and gave a heavy sigh. He began to take off his clothes, preparing to go to sleep. 

Cody, in the process of removing his armor, paused, head tilted slightly, and stared at him. 

“What is it, cyare?” 

Obi-Wan offered him a conciliatory smile. 

“It’s nothing.”

“Well, nothing seems to have been on your mind all evening,” Cody said, brow quirked knowingly. 

“Was it that obvious, my dear?” Obi-Wan asked, folding his tabards and setting them aside. 

“Only to those that know you as well as I do,” Cody said with a shrug. He worked off a thigh plate. 

Obi-Wan pulled off his tunics and folded them, putting them on top of his tabards. The brief pause gave him a moment to think. This was a rather delicate topic afterall. 

“You know I’m happy with you, right?”

“Yes?” Cody said, down to his black under armor. He sat on the bed next to him. 

“It’s just I’ve been thinking about the glory hole rooms,” Obi-Wan said, sitting in his leggings, waiting to remove them. Standing up now seemed almost impolite. Tension hung heavy in the room. 

Cody reached for one of his hands and Obi-Wan relaxed at the touch, feeling the anxiety seep out of him. 

“I thought you stopped going to them because it wasn’t anonymous for you.”

“That’s correct,” Obi-Wan said, nodding.

“Unless the other people know and agree to it, I don’t see how we can change it,” Cody said. 

Obi-Wan stared at him, taken aback at the aplomb. 

“But we’re lovers?”

“Yes?” 

“You’re not upset that I want others to fuck me?” Obi-Wan asked, brows furrowing. 

Cody’s lips curled up and he shook his head. 

“Cyare, they’re my Vode. If you want to do it, I’ll be right there with you if you’ll let me.”

Obi-Wan sat there, staring at Cody in disbelief, stunned. His mind simply stopped working. He had never considered that Cody would be alright with him going back to glory holes. 

“Did you want to go back to them?” Cody asked. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks warmed and he nodded. 

“I did enjoy being used,” he said, voice hushed in the quiet room. 

“I could ask their thoughts on it not being anonymous,” Cody said, cupping his cheek. 

Heat sparked in Obi-Wan’s belly. His breath hitched. 

“You could,” Obi-Wan agreed. 

“I could tell them I know Twist and that he wants to return,” Cody said, leaning over him. 

Obi-Wan’s breath came out shaky and he laid back. Cody laid on top of him. Obi-Wan slid a hand up the back of Cody’s shirt, muscles flexing under his palm. His heart was racing. 

“Would they learn who Twist was?”

“If Twist was open to that,” Cody said, laying his forehead on Obi-Wan’s. “I’ll only share as much as you’re comfortable with.” 

“Thank you, my dear,” Obi-Wan whispered, eyes closing, soaking in Cody’s emotions in the Force. 

“We can figure everything out later, get some sleep,” Cody said, kissing his forehead before rolling to the side. 

The bed was small and they had to sleep close. Cody curled around him. 

The next morning they received new orders and had to travel across the galaxy. Along the way, they readied themselves for the fight. They didn’t have time to consider talking about Twist. It wasn’t important. 

They spent the next couple of weeks planetside. They hardly had any time to themselves. They managed a quickie twice, nothing more complicated than a passionate joining.

Even when the fighting was done and they were back on the ship, they still had flimsiwork. They didn’t have time to themselves. They were a General and a Commander. 

Still, Obi-Wan treasured the nights when they could sneak into bed together and hold each other. They didn’t do more but it still made his heart warm. 

It was about a month later that Cody returned to the topic of the glory hole rooms. Obi-Wan was kneeling at Cody’s feet, keeping him warm while Cody did flimsiwork. He had one hand in Obi-Wan’s hair, scratching his head, and the other holding a stylus. 

At the mention of the glory hole room, Obi-Wan’s cock twitched and he shifted his stance. He wrung his hands behind his back (he wasn’t allowed to touch Cody). He had nearly forgotten about returning to the glory hole rooms. 

“Do you want me to talk with the men tomorrow?”

Cody’s nails dug into his scalp and Obi-Wan keened around Cody’s thick cock. He could feel his walls fluttering, aching to have something inside him. 

“You don’t have to answer right away, cyare, just think about it.”

Obi-Wan nodded, mind hazy from kneeling at Cody’s feet. 

After several orgasms and some cuddling, Obi-Wan was finally coherent enough to consider Cody’s question. His lover was laying on top of him, head resting over Obi-Wan’s heart. Obi-Wan combed his fingers through Cody’s thick curly hair, admiring the dark strands and how they bounced back into place. Obi-Wan’s Stewjoni biology gave his hair a more metallic sheen. 

As much as he enjoyed having Cody as a partner, he really did have impressive stamina, Obi-Wan also missed having multiple partners. There was a thrill in letting multiple people use him. In a way, it was like he was offering his body in one of the most primitive fashions. In other ways, it was wonderfully degrading. 

When he was in the glory hole room on the Negotiator with the Vode, there had been a tenderness to it that he had never experienced before. They thought there was another Vode on the other side and as such, they treated him with care. He had no desire to return to some waystation, particularly not to be insulted. 

It was different to the relationship he had with Cody. Obi-Wan found emotional companionship with Cody, he was someone whom he felt utterly safe with. He often meditated around him, relaxing completely.

His lover hadn’t even been insulted when they first brought this up. 

“Cody?” Obi-Wan said his name, waking his lover. 

Cody stirred and sat up. 

“Yes?” he asked, voice rough with sleep.

“I’m open to it if you are.”

Cody was sitting up fully now, eyes crinkled. 

“I can talk with the men.”

“Could I be there?” Obi-Wan asked. 

Cody nodded. 

They talked about the details before going to the fresher and cleaning up. 

The next morning, Cody asked the officers to meet him in one of the smaller rec rooms that evening. There was some confusion but the men agreed. 

They did they flimsiwork and afterwards Obi-Wan meditated, calming himself before that evening. The men were about to find out Twist’s identity. 

The time arrived and they went to the small rec room. Cody entered his override codes and turned off the cameras in the room. He waited until everyone was there before then using his codes to lock the room. 

Obi-Wan was sitting in the corner, sipping a cup of tea. He was wearing his two outer tunics but he skipped the base layer. If all went well, the inner tunic would only get in the way. 

Cody was standing in front of the holoscreen. The officers gathered in a semi circle around Cody. They were sitting on the couches and had pulled some chairs forward. Wooley kept glancing at Obi-Wan, brows furrowed. 

“First off, anything said in this room can not be repeated outside these doors.”

“Yes, sir,” the men said.

Cody sighed and he straightened up. 

“I want to talk with you all about Twist.”

At the name, a low murmur rose from the men. 

“What about him?” Gregor asked. 

“I found out his identity.”

Every eye snapped towards Cody. Obi-Wan kept a neutral expression, drinking his tea. 

“So, who is he?” Longshot asked, leaning forward. 

“I’ll answer that later,” Cody said.

Longshot and the others nodded. 

“Twist wants to return to the glory hole rooms but there’s an issue.”

“Was someone mean to him? We can fix that,” Gregor said, a dangerous edge to his voice. 

“No,” Cody said, shaking his head.

“Did he get hurt?” Wooley asked. 

“No, he wasn’t hurt,” Cody said, giving them all a sharp look. The men stopped their guessing. 

Obi-Wan’s grip tightened around his cup. 

“The glory rooms were not mutually anonymous. He was recognizing people. He knew who his partners were.”

The men shared a confused glance and Obi-Wan gave an inward sigh of relief that none of them connected him to it. 

“I’m not explaining how,” Cody stated.

Several of the men made frustrated noises but no one said anything. 

“Twist offered to share his identity with this group. In return, he would be willing to play with us in the glory hole room. Would everyone be okay with that? Does anyone foresee any issues?”

Waxer held up his hand and Cody nodded at him. 

“Does Twist realize that he’s invited all the officers on the ship to fuck him? Doesn’t that sound a little intimidating? Especially if Twist is a shiny.” Waxer shook his head. “It might be better if none of us knew who he was.”

Obi-Wan choked on his tea. He covered his mouth with his hand, hiding his grin.

Well, if Twist was just another trooper, Obi-Wan could see this being a concern. He was their General, he led them into battle, so there was still the issue of a power imbalance. 

“That won’t be an issue,” Cody said, somehow maintaining a remarkably straight face. 

“Why is the General here?” Gregor asked, crossing his arms over his chest, brows furrowed. 

“For support,” Obi-Wan said, shrugging. 

Longshot rolled his eyes. 

“The two are attached, I swear.”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks warmed but Cody got their attention again, hopefully before anyone noticed him blushing. 

“Are there any other issues?” Cody asked. 

No one said anything. They were all glancing at each other. 

“Is Twist here?” Boil asked. 

Wooley turned pale and his eyes went wide. 

“Oh kriff,” Wooley said, going stiff, “The General has sucked me off.”

“What?” Everyone said, heads snapping towards the young man. 

“The General is Twist,” Wooley said, voice shaking. “Why else would he be here? The Commander always told us to keep the General out of it. Twist quit going to the glory hole rooms because he could recognize people. We’re all slightly different but we’re not that different. The General can tell though. He uses his Force for it.”

Obi-Wan refrained from commenting on using the Force for it. It was really more of a passive ability. 

“It makes sense,” Wooley said, breathing hard, eyes on him. 

Obi-Wan hid his face behind the tea cup, taking a long, protracted sip.

“No, the General had never even heard of glory hole rooms,” Crys said. 

A few feet from him Cody snorted, lips twitching into an almost smile. 

“Maybe he wanted to try them out and liked it?” Trapper added. 

“The General would be the only person on the ship where us being officers wouldn’t be an issue,” Boil said, giving Obi-Wan a calculating look. 

“I think we would’ve noticed…” Crys waved at Obi-Wan, “In one of the glory hole rooms.”

“You know how much work was put into making them as anonymous as possible,” Wooley said, “He could’ve gone in like anyone else.”

Waxer turned to him, expression solemn, giving nothing away. “Sir, are you Twist?” he asked, very direct.

Of course there was only so long that he could pretend to drink his tea. 

Obi-Wan put his tea cup down on the table in front of him and he dusted off his tunics. He took a deep breath and met their curious gazes. At least no one seemed outright angry with him for the deception. If anything, they all gave off a strong interest.

“I’ve been using glory holes for many years now,” Obi-Wan said, hands placed in his lap, voice steady, “The conditions on the waystations are nothing compared to the ones on the Negotiator.” 

The men stared at him, unnervingly so. Obi-Wan took a deep breath, centering himself, letting his anxieties flow into the Force. The truth was finally coming out. 

“The…” Obi-Wan paused, considering his choice of words, “Treatment I received in the glory holes room was more considerate than I expected. They were safe and I had great fun. I enjoyed visiting the glory holes on the ship. Except,” Obi-Wan took another deep breath, he could still hear Wooley’s surprise. “Wooley was right. With the Force I was breaking one of the tenets of the glory hole rooms, I could recognize people, thus destroying the anonymity.”

Everyone continued to stare at him, processing what he said. He gave them a moment. 

Longshot was the first to speak up.

“Can you do the tongue thing Twist did?” he asked.

Cody groaned and dropped his head into his hands. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks warmed and he nodded. 

“Would you like me to demonstrate?” he asked. 

It was why they were having this meeting. He was hoping to play his part again. He just wanted everyone to be aware of what was going on. 

“Yes?” Longshot said, leaning forward, mouth falling open. 

Obi-Wan tossed a questioning glance at Cody but Cody just waved him forward. 

Right. This was what he wanted. 

Still, he had never had an audience watching him before. 

The closer he got to Longshot, the more he felt the men watching him. 

He knelt down in front of him, heart pounding. Longshot swallowed, eyes locked on him. 

Obi-Wan, hands shaking, reached for the latches for the bottom of Longshot’s armor. He knew where they were. Obi-Wan had had plenty of practice with Cody’s. 

“Is this alright?” he asked, keeping his voice steady. 

Longshot nodded, mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out. 

“Holy kriff, the General is gonna suck him off,” Wooley whispered. 

Trapper slapped a hand over Wooley’s mouth, causing Obi-Wan to chuckle. 

Everyone was quiet, watching, waiting. Obi-Wan could hear the faint buzz of the life support system. The catches on Longshots armor sounded like cracks in the air, announcing his intentions. 

Longshot squirmed when Obi-Wan managed to work off the codpiece. A thick bulge greeted him. 

Obi-Wan stroked his hand over it. A shudder visibly went through Longshot. He let out a small whimpering noise. 

“Is this alright?” Obi-Wan asked again. 

He would never do anything to hurt his men. 

“Kriff yes,” Longshot whispered, grinning wide. 

The assertion calmed him slightly and he tugged at the waistband of Longshot’s leggings. Longshot sat up and helped him pull them down. Longshot’s cock smacked against his belly. 

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched at the sight of the thick cock. He licked his lips and wrapped his hand around it. 

Longshot’s hips jerked. “Sorry,” he said, voice squeaking. 

“It’s alright,” Obi-Wan whispered. He pressed a tentative kiss to the tip of Longshot’s cock, going slow as to give him time to adjust. 

Longshot’s breathing evened out. 

Obi-Wan slid his lips down Longshot’s cock, taking in the head and sucking on it. 

Longshot hissed and he grabbed at Obi-Wan’s hair. Obi-Wan chuckled at the reaction and he lowered his head, taking in more of his cock. Longshot’s hips jerked again, his cock nearly brushed the back of Obi-Wan’s throat. Obi-Wan put his hands on Longshot’s thighs to help brace himself. 

“Oh kriff.”

Obi-Wan licked along the length of his cock and savored the warmth and the heavy weight. He pulled back and licked along the crown, wrapping his hand around the base and stroking. 

Longshot’s grip on his hair tightened. He gave a low keening noise. 

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and focused on pleasuring his partner. He curled his tongue around and he licked along the veins. 

“Oh kriff, he’s Twist,” Longshot moaned, leaning back on the couch. 

Obi-Wan smirked around Longshot’s cock and repeated the move, delighting in the little tremors going through Longshot. His thighs pressed close.

“Kriff, I can’t wait to fuck that ass again,” Gregor said. 

Obi-Wan cast a quick glance over and his cheeks burned. Gregor was stroking himself as he watched Obi-Wan suck Longshot off. 

Waxer was leaning against Boil and Boil was stroking him. Waxer’s eyes were glazed over. Trapper was also touching himself. Wooley and Crys were both watching with wide eyes. 

“He might even let you fuck his cunt,” Cody said, tone light. 

“He has a cunt?” Several of the men asked. 

“I do,” Obi-Wan said, pulling off Longshot’s cock, much to Longshot’s dismay. Longshot yanked on Obi-Wan’s hair, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “You can touch me if you want.”

He wrapped his lips around Longshot again, intent on dragging an orgasm out of him. 

Longshot’s nails scratched along his scalp. His thrusting quickened. 

Remembering back to his days in the glory hole rooms, Obi-Wan pulled back at the last possible moment. He closed his eyes at the first splash of warmth on his cheeks. A shiver ran down his spine as Longshot’s cum hit his face. 

“Oh kriff,” Longshot groaned, releasing his hold on Obi-Wan’s hair. 

Obi-Wan sat back on his heels. He scooped some of the cum with a finger and sucked on it. 

Longshot whined. 

“I wondered what you did after.”

“Sometimes I ate it and other times I washed it off,” Obi-Wan shrugged. 

“Do you want me to get you a rag, cyare?” Cody asked. 

“Yes, please. I imagine there will be a lot more where that came from,” Obi-Wan said. 

“Kriff, you two really are attached,” Longshot said, looking at him and Cody. 

“Told you it was more than flimsiwork,” Boil said with a huff. 

“I never said it wasn’t,” Waxer responded. 

Obi-Wan wiped off his face with the damp towel Cody gave him. He grinned at the heated lust in the Force. 

“Who’s next?”

“Can I fuck your cunt?” Gregor asked, stepping forward. 

“Of course,” Obi-Wan said, feeling himself get a little wet. Gregor was certainly an ardent lover. “How would you like me?”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck Twist face to face and watch him cum,” Gregor said, stroking himself. 

Obi-Wan nodded, cheeks warming at the intimacy of the position. 

“Floor, table, or couch?” 

“Table, so everyone can watch,” Gregor said. 

“Right,” Obi-Wan said. 

His hands went to his clothes and he quickly disrobed, setting everything neatly to the side. The lust burned hotter as he removed each article. His hands trembled slightly when only his underwear remained. He slid his fingers across the waistband, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t been naked around several people before. 

“Ob’ika,” Cody said, voice gentle. 

A hand wrapped around his waist, tugging him back against a warm chest. Lips kissed up his neck, his chin, and a hand cupped his cheek and tilted his head to the side, drawing him into a tender, slow kiss. A large hand splayed over his belly.

Obi-Wan shuddered at the attention. 

The lips pulled back and brushed against the sensitive skin of his ear. 

“Do you want this, cyare?” Cody asked, voice low. 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan whispered, eyes closed, letting himself soak in the lust surrounding him. 

The hand on his belly slid down, fingers running along the waistband. 

“May I?” he asked in a rough whisper. 

Obi-Wan, mind getting hazy, nodded. 

Cody nipped at his neck and Obi-Wan whimpered, tilting his head to the side. His hesitation from earlier was all but forgotten. 

A moment later Obi-Wan felt the cool air against his cock and his slick folds. He gasped as the desire in the Force flared hotter. His walls clenched around nothing, eager to feel a cock inside him. 

“Can I touch you, sir?” Gregor asked.

Obi-Wan opened his bleary eyes and nodded, swallowing back his own lust. 

Gregor got on his knees before him and he wrapped a hand around Obi-Wan’s cock, stroking him, and ran curious fingers along his folds. Gregor’s eyes widened as he pressed a finger knuckle deep inside him. 

“Kriff, he’s so wet.”

Obi-Wan let out a small whimper as Gregor explored his body. He leaned back against Cody. 

A moan escaped him as Gregor’s fingers rubbed against a spot inside him. He shifted, knees nearly buckling, and Cody wrapped an arm around him, holding him up. 

“You make more noise than Twist did,” Gregor said, brow quirked. 

“Had to be quiet,” Obi-Wan said, breathless. His hips jerked as Gregor pressed harder on that spot. “You could’ve recognized me.”

Gregor gave a low chuckle at that. Heat curled in Obi-Wan’s belly. 

“I like your noises,” he said, going after that spot again. 

Obi-Wan grabbed Gregor’s hair and groaned. 

“Can I put my mouth on you?” he asked.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan gasped. 

“Here, get him on the table,” Cody said. 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan agreed. 

Together they managed to shuffle him into position. Obi-Wan was laying down, his legs hung over the edge, spread wide. Cody was kneeling behind him, hand stroking his upper chest and shoulders, and idly kissing him. Gregor knelt in front of him. Obi-Wan’s core was bare before him.

“Kriff,” Gregor, and several of the other men, said. 

“Please,” Obi-Wan whimpered, gripping the edge of the table. The prolonged staring was testing his patience. His body was aching for their touch. 

The corner of Gregor’s lips quirked upwards into a smug grin. 

“Please what, sir?” he asked, sounding quite sincere. 

Obi-Wan groaned and tossed his head side to side. 

“Please, touch me.”

Gregor’s fingers brushed featherlight against his folds. The teasing touch sent sparks shooting down Obi-Wan’s spine. Obi-Wan sighed, pressing closer, eager for more. 

“Good boy,” Gregor said. 

The words came out as a soft whisper and yet they still made Obi-Wan tremble and clench around nothing. There was a flare of emotion in the Force. Gregor’s brows shot up and he grinned even wider. Obi-Wan had the distinct feeling that he was being studied. 

It reminded him so much of when Cody and he first started out. Cody wanted to know everything. 

“Like that, sir?” Gregor asked.

Obi-Wan gave a shaky nod, forming words was near impossible at that point. 

“Can I touch him too?” Wooley asked, eagerly leaning forward. 

Obi-Wan gave a low whine, hips arching up. 

“I think that’s a yes, lad,” Gregor said, chuckling. 

“It is,” Cody said, stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek. “He gets nonverbal when he’s lost in the pleasure.”

“How long have you two been together physically?” Wooley asked.

Cody shook his head. 

“I’d rather talk about that when Obi-Wan is fully cognizant.”

Wooley and several of the others nodded. 

“Go ahead and touch him, I’m not playing with him tonight. I’m here as his support,” Cody said. 

Two thick fingers eased inside him and Obi-Wan’s mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back. Cody’s hand shifted to the bottom of his chin. 

It was like he was blanketed in warmth, safety, comfort, and desire. It was a heady, potent mix. He could barely think. 

A finger stroked along his folds and Obi-Wan groaned, grip tightening on the edge of the table. 

The fingers inside him pressed firmly against the spot and lightning shot through his veins. He clenched around the fingers and keened, eyes squeezing shut. 

“Kriff, this is better than any glory hole time with Twist,” someone said. Obi-Wan was struggling to distinguish the men. 

Tears spilled down his cheeks as hands descended on him, touching his cock, thighs, nipples, and belly, exploring him. He was theirs and it had never felt so true until that moment.

There was no warning before his orgasm crashed into him. He sagged on the table, panting, trying to catch his breath. He was vaguely aware that he had spilled his release into someone’s hand. 

He lay on the table, eyes closed, breathing deep. 

Fingers combed through his sweat damp hair in a reassuring touch. 

Muted need thrummed in the Force. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay sir?” Gregor said, cupping his cheek. 

Obi-wan gave a weak nod. He could barely manage to open his eyes. Even when he did, everything was hazy. 

There was some shuffling and then they grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to the edge, hips dangling off slightly. 

Kriff, he groaned, trying to pull himself back together. 

The head of a cock brushed against his folds and all hope for awareness left him. He groped at Gregor’s shoulders, vaguely wondering when the man had ditched his armor. 

The thick cock pushed inside him and Obi-Wan bit into his bottom lip, head tilting back. He inhaled sharply as it felt like the cock was spearing him open. He was so big. 

“Oh hells,” he whispered, nails scratching down Gregor’s back. 

“You feel so good, sir,” Gregor said, giving a shallow thrust. 

Obi-Wan clenched around him, eyes squeezing shut. 

“You’re gonna be so good for us, won’t you, sir?” he asked, a hint of a tease in his voice.

Obi-Wan could only nod, teeth clenched shut, feeling like he was clinging to what remained of his mind. Below him was the fog of pleasure, blocking out everything, promising blessed release. He had only experienced such a state when he was with Cody. 

“Gonna be such a good boy,” Gregor whispered, burying himself deep. 

Obi-Wan gasped at the sudden shock, wrapping his legs around Gregor’s waist. His eyes snapped open. 

The vode surrounded him, watching them. Cody was at his head, fingers combing through his hair, grounding him. 

Gregor’s hips slammed forward again and again, setting up a hard, fast rhythm that soon had Obi-Wan whining. His hips rocked, meeting Gregor’s thrusts. Waves of pleasure hit him every time his cock buried inside him. 

“Kriff, this is hot,” Wooley said, eyes wide, taking everything in. 

An all consuming hunger burned in the Force, eager to devour him. He trembled under the attention. He had never felt such strong desire before. His shields couldn’t keep it all at bay. 

Gregor’s face contorted and he gave a low growl. His pace turned erratic. He grabbed one of Obi-Wan’s legs and lifted it onto his shoulder, opening him up, letting him press deeper inside him. 

“So good,” he said, voice rough. “So fucking good.”

One of his hands went to Obi-Wan’s ass and he squeezed, nails digging into the skin. The sting lanced through Obi-Wan and he whined, pressing closer. A desperate need clawed inside him, urging him to let loose and give himself over to them. 

Lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deep. 

Pleasure shot straight through him and to his core. Obi-Wan cried out, hands fumbling, fisting the person’s hair. They swallowed around his cock and Obi-Wan cried out as he came, body squeezing around Gregor. 

Gregor grunted, thrusting several more times before spilling inside him. He leaned over Obi-Wan, bracing himself with one arm on the table. 

Obi-Wan was nearly bent in half. He barely felt it though. The orgasm had wrenched a lot out of him. He was laying on the table, panting, trying to gather himself. 

Gregor swiped his thumb over Obi-Wan’s bottom lip. 

A tiny gasp escaped him at the gentle touch. 

“Good boy,” Gregor said, grinning with pride. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned at the praise. 

“Thank you, my dear, you were wonderful,” he said, voice breathy. 

He almost couldn’t believe that he had just let Gregor fuck him in front of others. He had never considered that he would enjoy being on display like this but there was something intoxicating to it. He kept his legs spread even as Gregor stood up and stepped back.

“Who’s next?” Gregor asked, glancing around the gathered men. 

Obi-Wan realized that most of them had stripped off all of their clothes. Their cocks were hanging heavy between their legs.

“Me?” Wooley asked, raising his hand. “I’ve missed Twist, or rather, the General, sucking me off.”

“Can I fuck him while he does that?” Crys asked.

“Certainly,” Obi-Wan said, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. His cunt already ached to be filled again. 

The two positioned themselves. Obi-Wan swallowed back a rush of excitement at having Wooley’s cock in front of him. He enjoyed having a cock in his mouth. 

“Right,” Wooley said, glancing at him and then at his cock in his hand, leaning it closer to Obi-Wan’s mouth. “Is this okay, sir?”

“Yes, my dear, that’s fine,” Obi-Wan said, gently licking along the length. 

“Oh kriff, General,” Wooley gasped, a shudder running through him. 

Obi-Wan pulled back. 

“Perhaps Obi-Wan would be more appropriate in this situation, my dear.”

Gregor snorted from the couch. 

“Call him ‘good boy’.”

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched and he glanced away. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he liked being called good. 

“Good boy?” Wooley asked, tucking Obi-Wan’s hair back, a grin tugging at his lips. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned at that.

“I” —

Crys pressed inside him and whatever response he had vanished from his mind. He gave a low moan, back arching. 

Wooley held out his cock, sliding the tip along Obi-Wan’s lips. Obi-Wan opened his mouth and let Wooley press his cock into his mouth. 

“Good boy,” he whispered.

A fire flared in Obi-Wan’s belly and he groaned around Wooley’s cock, eyes closing. 

“Kriff, he really does like that,” Crys said. He wrapped his hand around Obi-Wan’s cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts. 

His mind was getting muddled again, faster this time. He could barely focus on sucking Wooley off, not with Crys fucking into him. He whined around Wooley, doing his best to please him. 

Crys’ cock rubbed against a spot that had lightning shooting through his veins. He clenched around him. 

Obi-Wan shifted his head, trying to make the angle work as Crys’ fucked him. He kept having to adjust, not getting it quite right. 

“Flip him onto his front,” Gregor suggested. 

There was a brief moment when the two pulled out of him, leaving him empty, but it wasn’t long. They helped him onto his front and then they were pushing back inside him. They were so big. It took everything he had to even wrap his lips around Wooley, especially since all he wanted to do was moan like a well-paid whore as Crys fucked him. Crys seemed intent on finding every spot that would drive him insane with need. 

Obi-Wan gasped at a particularly hard thrust, pulling off of Wooley’s cock. The other combed his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair. There was a hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him down. 

Another hard thrust had him keening, pressing into them, needing more, desperate for it. 

Kriff. 

He had never tried to take care of two lovers before. His encounters had always been with one partner. 

The lust from the group was more powerful than anything he had felt before. And it was all directed at him. He nearly sobbed at the weight of it. He could barely think straight. 

He opened his mouth, eager to please them and take care of them. He wanted them more than anything.

The grip in his hair tightened, sending stinging pain shooting down his spine. 

“Gonna cum.”

That was all the warning Obi-Wan had before Wooley came. Obi-Wan swallowed it down. He laid his head on the table when Wooley pulled back. 

“My turn?” someone asked. 

Obi-Wan didn’t even bother opening his eyes. He simply nodded his head, giving silent permission for them to continue using him. 

Another thick cock slid into his mouth, the weight resting heavily on his tongue. He groaned, feeling oddly content while they used them. In a way this was close to his experiences in the glory hole room. Only this time, he was taking care of more of them. They were putting him into whatever position they wanted. 

Vaguely he was aware of someone cumming into his cunt, one soft cock pulling out only for another hard cock to take its place. He lost all track of who was fucking him. It was his men. He trusted them. 

Someone stroked his cock and he came with a soft cry. Tears spilled down his cheek from the immense pleasure. They didn’t let up on him though. They continued to fuck him, playing with him as they liked. 

They rolled him onto his back and someone knelt between his legs and ate him out. 

At that point, he felt like he was floating. He was theirs. His body didn’t matter. He just existed. He found a new peace, one that he had never reached before except in the deepest of meditations, certainly never in a glory hole room. 

Distantly he heard them praise him and felt them touching him. It all was so far away though. His mind was a muddled mess. 

Strong arms wrapped around him and he was dragged into someone’s lap. He tucked his head against their neck and breathed in a rich, familiar scent. 

Cody. 

His lover was naked. He could feel the hard cock underneath him. He grinded on top of him, eager to take care of him too. 

Fingers dug into his hips, stilling him. 

“Please,” he whined, back arching. 

“You want us to keep fucking you?” someone asked. 

Obi-Wan gave a slow nod. “Yes,” he said, although it was more like a sigh. 

The heat in the room flared and Obi-Wan whimpered, pressing closer to Cody. 

“Bones set the limit at ten.”

“He’s still asking for it.”

“We don’t want to injure him.”

“There’s no way we can injure him. He could probably have a whole company of men and he wouldn’t get injured.”

Cody huffed and he pressed a hand against Obi-Wan’s belly, holding him closer. 

“He has a limit,” he said. 

“He does?”

“He limps if he takes too many.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll be fine, my dear,” Obi-Wan said, patting Cody’s thigh. “You can continue using me.”

“Is this a one time thing?”

Obi-Wan cracked an eye open and glanced around the room. The others were lounging around them. Wooley was closest and his head was resting against Obi-Wan’s thighs. 

“Not if you don’t want it to be,” Obi-Wan managed to get out, voice rough. 

“Then we can keep fucking you another night,” Waxer said, grinning. “You’re about to fall asleep on us anyway, sir.”

“I don’t mind if you continue to fuck me while I’m sleeping,” Obi-Wan chuckled, feeling a little light headed from everything. 

The lust in the room didn’t burn like it had. The room felt more like a morning when the sun was just creeping over the horizon, giving everything an almost ethereal glow. He felt renewed. 

A big yawn escaped him and he gave them a sheepish look. 

“I like the idea of fucking you when you are blissed out like you were earlier,” Longshot said. “You were so easy to slide into and fuck. It felt incredible, sir.”

“Thank you, my dear,” Obi-Wan said, cheeks warming

All of the sudden his head felt heavy and he relaxed against Cody’s chest. Cody’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close. 

“Perhaps another night this week?” he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. He didn’t want to push his men. He was still their commanding officer. 

“Yes,” Wooley said, grinning. 

There was a chorus of agreement from the rest of the men. They hadn’t even needed a moment to think about it, they all wanted it. 

Of course, after feeling their desire earlier, he had no doubt that they were attracted to him and wanted this. 

They laid there for a little while, occasionally talking amongst themselves but they mostly sat there in silence. 

A chill swept over him and he curled closer to Cody’s warm body. Cody’s arms rubbed up and down his sides. 

“Let’s go to bed,” Waxer suggested. 

As much as he was enjoying this, he would be warmer in his bed, Obi-Wan agreed. Wooley brought him his clothes and Cody helped him dress. He missed the warmth of Cody against him but knew that when they made it back to his room, they would share his bed and Cody would hold him again. 

Obi-Wan’s knees shook when he stood. Cody grabbed his shoulder before he could fall, helping him stay upright. The night had taken more out of him than he had thought. 

“Good night, sir,” Wooley said, kissing him lightly before leaving. 

Obi-Wan’s cheeks pinked as each of the men gave him a good night kiss. His toes curled in his boots. His heart warmed at their affection. 

“Thank you, my dears, I had a wonderful time” he said to them. 

Cody and he walked through the deserted halls of the Negotiator. It was late in the shift and most of the men were likely sleeping.

They passed a hall leading to the glory hole room. 

“It’s too bad that I can’t go there,” Obi-Wan wistfully said. He gave a shrug. “We’d have to repress the Force to even do that. It wouldn’t be anonymous otherwise.”

Cody paused and Obi-Wan turned around and glanced at him, head tilting to the side in question. 

“Cody?” he asked, after a beat. 

Cody gave a heavy sigh and his shoulders slumped. He gave Obi-Wan a nervous look, something rather uncharacteristic. 

“We could, sir,” he said, voice a mere whisper. 

“We could what?” Obi-Wan asked. 

“We could suppress the Force.”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed and his exhaustion was leaving him at the direction of this conversation. 

“What do you mean we could suppress the Force?” 

“I’ll show you, sir,” Cody said, voice a meek thing at the end. 

Obi-Wan followed Cody down several halls, to a supply room in the back end of the officer’s area. The implications of the conversation stunned him into silence. He had a feeling about what Cody would show him but he could hardly believe there was one on the ship. 

Cody led him to the very back where a dusty silver case rested innocuously on a shelf. It looked like several others. Cody set it on top of a nearby crate. 

Obi-Wan walked over and stood next to him. His heart hammered in dread. He clutched at his elbows. 

Cody lifted a latch, revealing a number pad, and he entered a code. There was a pop as the case unlocked. 

Obi-Wan swallowed back the lump in his throat. 

Cody opened the lid. 

There, resting on black felt, was a gleaming collar. The back of it was undone and without the ends connecting each other, there was no power to it, but Obi-Wan knew without a doubt that this was a Force suppressing collar. 

“There is one on every ship,” Cody said. 

“Why?” Obi-Wan asked, voice a near whisper. He couldn’t look away from it. He didn’t understand this at all. The men were working with the Jedi, why would they have such an abominable thing on board. 

Even looking at it brought back chilling memories. 

“If a Jedi ever goes rogue,” Cody said, closing the case and locking it. “Only the Commanders know about them. We’re given one for each Jedi on board.”

“I would never,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head, looking pleadingly at his lover. “My dear, you know me.”

Cody faced him and he cupped his cheeks before pulling him close and pressing a gentle, all too brief kiss to his lips. 

“I do.”

Obi-Wan let out a heavy sigh, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. 

“If you ever went rogue, Obi-Wan, it would be for a good reason.”

Obi-Wan chuckled and he shook his head, pulling back and meeting Cody’s troubled gaze. 

“Thank you,” he said. 

“You don’t have to use it, but if you want to, it’s there.”

The innocuous silver box sat on the table and Obi-Wan brushed his hand over the surface.

“I will only use it on one condition,” Obi-Wan said, lips curling up into an amused grin. 

This was a torture device for Jedi and yet he was considering using it for pleasure. 

“What is that?” Cody asked, brows furrowed. 

“I want you there in the room with me. I won’t be able to feel you or anyone around me but I want to have you at my side.”

“I can do that,” Cody said, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

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The cool metal was a sharp contrast to the heat. He was sweating even in the cool room. He couldn’t feel anything beyond the person on the other side of the hole fucking into him. He was theirs. 

Obi-Wan bit into his gag as he came, stifling his cry of pleasure. 

The vod on the other side grunted before spilling inside him. 

Obi-Wan had no idea who they were. The vod could be one of the officers, he could be one of the mechanics, he could be anyone. This was true anonymity. 

The soft cock pulled out of him and there was the typical shuffling noise of the vod readjusting themselves. The door on the other side of the room hissed closed. 

“Good boy,” Cody whispered, cupping Obi-Wan’s chin and tilting his head up. “You’re doing so well, taking care of so many of the men.”

Obi-Wan whined at the praise, trying to press closer but his hands were tied behind his back and he was bound to the bench. He couldn’t move at all. His body was locked in place. He was there for the pleasure of the men, any of them. 

In fact, Longshot had gone around the ship, spreading a rumor that Twist had returned to the glory hole rooms. Obi-Wan hadn’t had a break since the first person fucked him. Of course, he wasn’t complaining. 

It was just a lot. 

Cody’s thumb stroked along his chin and Obi-Wan leaned into the touch, eyes closing half-way. 

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, lips quirked up into an amused smirk. 

Obi-Wan nodded, unable to speak. 

The door on the other side hissed open. 

The man on the other side of the hole didn’t say anything. He pulled out his cock and pushed into Obi-Wan’s waiting hole. Obi-Wan's eyes rolled back as he was filled again. 

Cody pulled back and Obi-Wan gave a low whine, already missing his touch. 

He stood up and his hands went to his codpiece. Obi-Wan’s brows arched and his heart began to pound in excitement. 

Cody pulled out his hard cock. Precum gathered at the tip.

Obi-Wan groaned at the sight of it. He would’ve bit at his bottom lip if he could. Sadly he could only stare at him, unable to do anything. 

Cody began to stroke his cock, eyes dark, watching Obi-Wan get fucked. On the down stroke, his hand twisted and he bit into his bottom lip, holding back a noise of pleasure. 

“You want this?” he mouthed.

Obi-Wan vigorously nodded. He would be on his knees begging for it if he could. 

“Will you be a good boy?” Cody asked. 

A shiver ran down his spine and he shot Cody an eager look and gave a single nod. 

Cody’s hands went behind the back of his head and he undid the strap holding the gag in place. 

Obi-Wan stretched his jaw, eyes locked on Cody’s cock. 

Cody grabbed himself and he ran the tip along Obi-Wan’s lips. 

Obi-Wan shuddered at the tease, leaning forward slightly, trying to get him in his mouth. Really though, he was powerless, entirely at Cody’s mercy. 

Cody’s fingers combed through his hair and Obi-Wan tilted his head back, leaning into the touch. 

The thick, heavy cock slid over his wide, open lips and into his mouth. Obi-Wan clenched around the cock fucking into him. The man on the other side cursed and his rhythm stuttered. 

Cody smirked and he pressed his cock deep into Obi-Wan’s mouth. 

Obi-Wan groaned, he was stuffed on both ends. He couldn’t think of any other place he’d rather be. He was utterly content. 

Cody started a sedate rhythm, fucking deep into his mouth. Obi-Wan tried licking along his length but eventually gave up, letting Cody control him completely. It was easier that way. 

The man on the other side spilled inside him and Cody kept fucking into him, going at his own pace. He didn’t seem to care when he got off. Another man entered and pressed their cock inside him, filling him once more. 

Part of him kept wanting to reach out and feel their pleasure but with the collar around his neck, he couldn’t. 

His eyes rolled back as the cock in his ass rubbed against his prostate and he nearly came. His mind was getting hazy again. He laid there, letting them use him. 

One after another, the men fucked him, filling him with their seed. In his muddled mind he wondered if someone had tampered with the settings, turning off Bones’ limitations to the number of partners one could have. Of course, it could be that the pleasure was getting to him and he thought more men had fucked him than usual. It didn’t matter. He really didn’t care. 

The man on the other side pulled out of him and left the room. 

“Such a good slut,” Cody whispered, stroking his hair, hips continuing their slow rolling. 

A shiver ran down his spine and he whimpered around Cody’s cock. His pleasure was an ephemeral thing at that point. He was floating on a cloud of pure bliss. He had orgasmed several times but they were mere waves at this point. 

“One more fuck,” Cody said, continuing the gentle touch. 

Obi-Wan nodded, lips still wrapped around Cody’s cock.

Another person entered behind them. A big, thick cock pressed against his hole. Obi-Wan swallowed around Cody’s cock as the last of his mind went blank. He fully embraced his powerlessness. 

The two fucked him hard, using him for their pleasure. Cody’s grip on his hair tightened. His brows pinched together in concentration. 

Obi-Wan relaxed completely, opening himself up, surrendering to them.

By submitting to his men and allowing himself to be vulnerable around them, Obi-Wan found something unexpected in the halls of the Negotiator: freedom.