Out of All-Skate

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This isn't a room Obi-Wan's ever been in before . In fact, he hasn't been in any of the rooms in Milliways before, but he sure as heck wasn't going to bring Matt out of his door: it currently leads to a transport ship full of clones, for one thing.

The decor is enough to be alien to both Obi-Wan and Matt - a combination of Terran and Coruscanti styles in the gentle curves, the warm neutral tones, and the way the doors slide into the walls instead of swinging.

At least the bed is familiar - it's hard to get that wrong, anyway.

He opens the door with the handprint Bar assured him would work, and enters the room first just out of protective courtesy - habit says the man with the lightsaber goes first, even if you're not expecting assassins within.

"This is surprisingly familiar for a room in an alien dimension."

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Oh, that's--really interesting.

Matt makes a sound against his mouth that's almost surprised, then pleased. His hand starts to slide up Obi-Wan's thigh as he shifts on the mattress; his other hand wraps around Obi-Wan's waist as he leans back.

Matt's power isn't always so easy to distinguish from his body. He's not drawing on it intentionally now, but it's here: curling in his belly, rippling and fluttering with the quickened beat of his heart and catch in his breath.

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Wihout the belt to hold them in place, Jedi robes aren't all that complicated. The outer tunic falls open and away, revealing a thinner darker undergarment beneath, and the simple cloth pants under Matt's hand.

Obi-Wan shifts his hand up Matt's arm to his elbow and as they lean back he moves that leg up to hook over Matt so that he ends up straddling him, his knees to the side of Matt's hips. His other has stays by Matt's head, curling fingers through his hair.

His eyes are closed and he just listens to the power washing over Matt, subtly different to the rest of the Force but spreading ripples throughout it that make everything that little bit different, a new experience to be savoured.

He grins into Matt's mouth, then leaves it only to spread kisses along his jaw.

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Matt smiles too, giving a pleasant hum as he shifts under Obi-Wan's weight. He makes another, similarly happy noise into the kiss, lips parting and tongue darting out. His neck arches as Obi-Wan starts to kiss along his jaw. Not a lot. A small invitation to keep doing what he's doing.

"Can you tell I like you on top?" he murmurs curiously. "By--feeling what I feel?"

Or is it from the everything else about him? Matt would accept either as an answer, really. His hands slide up Obi-Wan's sides, rub back down, try to slip under the undershirt-type layer.

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"Mmmm," Obi-Wan hums into his neck in the affirmative

He bends up slightly at the hips, in roder to shake off his white tunic and cast it to the side. It is in fact, impossible to remove Jedi robs without seeming ridiculously dramatic, but Obi-Wan ignores this fact as he bends down again.

The brown wrap-around undershirt is shorter sleeved: baring arms that are wiry, toned, thinner than his appetite would suggest, and covered with healthy growth of auburn hair. Matt's hand under his shirt will be finding a torso to match - muscles tight and toned and criss-crossed with scars from a lifetime of trouble and a bad habit of never reporting to healers unless someone actually makes him.

"I don't think I'd need the Force to tell that, though."

He moves his attention to Matt's collar, his own hands starting to slide down as well, tracing lines down Matt's side to the bottom of his shirt.

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It's true: Matt's lips may quirk a little bit as that tunic comes off. But only a very small amount, and he's quickly distracted by immediately rubbing a hand up one of Obi-Wan's arms. The muscles he can feel there, and across his stomach and back, are very nice, even if Matt's a little worried about aggravating old injuries.

--He can ask about that in a second. In the meantime, he's regretfully pulling his hands away to squirm out of his shirt.

The band tee is a simple affair: it's up and over his head in a few seconds, revealing pale skin marked with a few tattoos. There's an emerald lotus blossom over Matt's heart, and a stylized half-monkey, half-man curling over his right hip to disappear below his waistband. Apart from that, Matt's very slender--wiry, the kind that comes from genetics and regular exercise. His skin is smooth and pale, marked mainly by the tattoos. Apart from the scar on his face, there's no indication he's seen physical conflict in his life.

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It's a rare sight to be honest, for someone from Obi-Wan's galaxy. He takes a few seconds to admire what he sees, before laying one hand palm flat over the emerald blossom - coincidence really, because he's laying it over Matt's heart.

Having straightened to allow the T shirt to come off he bends down again and shifts lower, his legs either side of Matt's and his weight on his thighs and the hand back in Matt's hair. He tracies kisses of various hardness along Matt's collarbone and to his sternum, testing what gets the bast reaction.

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Matt sighs, hmmm. The lighter kisses draw a sort of attentive flutter, palpable in the change to his heartbeat and shifting of his muscles. At the harder ones, his legs move fitfully, lips rounding on an oh. His hands scrub up Obi-Wan's side, his arm, before he remembers--

"I'm not gonna hurt anything. Am I?"

As his fingers gentle, tracing the path of a scar.

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"Oh?"

Obi-Wan lifts his mouth from Matt and turns his head in the rough direction of that hand.

"Oh no, all old and long healed over. That's considerate of you, though."

Some things he never needs to ask out loud, and many partners just haven't.

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Matt smiles.

"I just don't know a lot about ..." Injuries of almost any kind, except vampire bites. And those tend to take care of themselves. "But--good. Good to know."

He slides a hand around the back of Obi-Wan's neck and aims another kiss at his mouth.

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Obi-Wan moves up again to kiss Matt, deep and tender, his hand moving form his chest aroudn to his side and then walking fingers down his side towards his hips, pressing with every touch.

His weight sinks down, chest to chest, hips to hips, full body contact, especially now his undershirt is hanging loose and there are only pants in the way.

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Matt stretches out under him as he sinks, slow and luxuriant. It's one of his favorite feelings in the multiverse, kissing with bodies front to front, in contact practically from lips to toes. His fingers drift into Obi-Wan's hair as his free hand rubs up his back beneath the undershirt.

Matt has to break off to breathe eventually. He catches Obi-Wan's lip in his teeth for a playful nip, then turns his head to suck a kiss to his neck, just at the hinge of his jaw.

(It's still at the back of his mind to show him what he meant about his magic. He's just not sure he wants to do it now. On the one hand, opening a channel is a very quick and intimate path to the core of someone. On the other hand, so is stabbing them.)

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There's no hurry whatsoever - they can stay like this as long as they want. The beauty off this place being that the war outside can wait as long as Obi-Wan leaves it, it will be there for him when he's ready.

He does briefly regret how long it's been since he trimmed his beard or shaved - the top of his neck is probably rougher than he'd intend. But he's not objecting: he hums in pleasure and tilts his head to give Matt better access, reahcing around to nip at his earlobe.

He slips the fingers of both hands just a centimeter or two beneath Matt's waistband and gently massages the muscles at the top of his hips, working around to his back.

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"Mmm."

Practically a purr into the crook of Obi-Wan's neck, spine curving to push his hips towards Obi-Wan's hands. Matt doesn't mind the scrape against his mouth--he likes it a lot, in fact. Enough that he nuzzles into Obi-Wan's throat with his lips and noise before he starts a slow, sucking trail of kisses down.

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It's with an audible exhale that Obi-Wan lifts his head back, exposing his throat more as his fingers tighten into Matt's hips, pushing his own hips down into him. His erection twitches against the inside of his pants, present but patient.

No hurry at all as he sighs again, and works his hands around to the small of Matt's back.