In an effort to cheer up @elysian-prince, I wrote a very short unfinished modern au smut scene featuring the boys, a 4-month dry spell and Anakin's new desk at work. I'm probably not going to flesh it out but I thought some people here would enjoy something short and smutty!
Anakin's nails scraped against the polished black surface of the desk. He hadn't chosen it, but it was solid, utilitarian. He could jump on the top of its metal surface and it would not break. It was unforgiving against his hips as his husband worked his way inside him with slow, rolling grinds, opening him centimetre by centimetre. He pressed his head against the cool surface, his breath misting beneath his lips on the metal.
"Fuck, did you get bigger?" Anakin groaned. The burn was simultaneously exquisite and just shy of too much, especially after the admittedly hasty fingering. His body used to welcome Obi-Wan like he fit perfectly, ceding ground to hold him where he belonged. This felt like the first time all over again: strangely thrilling and decadent in its intensity.
"It's been three months, dear one," Obi-Wan murmured, pressing his clothed chest to Anakin's back, blanketing him as he finally settled in place.
"Closer to four," Anakin mewled, pressing back against him as Obi-Wan pet a hand down his his flank where his skin was exposed.
"Mmm," Obi-Wan rolled his hips, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below Anakin's ear. Anakin slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the wail as that perfect curve in his husband's cock dragged over his prostate. His own cock throbbed in sympathy where it hung between his legs. "I doubt I got bigger, you just got tighter."
A familiar and beloved hand curled around his cock. He felt Obi-Wan's chuckle rumble through his body. "Some things stay the same though. You still get just as wet."
"Fuck, always for you," Anakin whined, trying to spread his legs trapped by his pants for better leverage as his husband started a slow, deep, grinding fuck into him. He was pinned, at Obi-wan's mercy. He felt like he was liquifying, becoming malleable clay as Obi-Wan re-carved his place inside him. The burn slowly faded, replaced with something far more sensual and overwhelming. His brain felt like a skipping record with each smooth glide. "Fuck, I missed this."
Obi-Wan's teeth scraped over the nape of his neck, his beard a pleasant tickle, before pressing a branding, gentle kiss there like a benediction to complement the unrelenting undulations of his hips against Anakin's ass. His free hand abandoned his flank to slide up under Anakin's shirt and find a sensitive nipple to toy with. "I missed it too. Missed you, like this, darling."
Anakin clenched around Obi-Wan, drawing a moan from him. He knew it wouldn't last long, his legs already beginning to feel like jelly. It wasn't just the pleasure of sex he missed, however. It was the intimacy of having Obi-Wan so close, their bodies twined and writhing, creating something incandescent, new and by its very nature brief and beautiful.
Pressing his prosthetic to the surface of his desk he pushed his torso up and used the other hand to pull his husband into an awkward kiss, his neck twisting to make it possible. Their breaths mingled as one kiss fluidly slipped into the next, each taste not enough.
"I love you," Anakin promised, somehow needing Obi-Wan to know this fundamental truth of himself. Tears, both of pleasure and emotion, sprung to the corner of his eyes. "Obi-Wan--"
His husband drank his words down with the next kiss, nipping at his lips, biting into him like a ripe fruit. Taking the truth into himself and giving everything in return.
"I love you, too."