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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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.