[ Claude finally lets himself go, thrusting into Anakin's grip, chasing relief. He doesn't change his grip, doesn't waver in his rhythm. He wants to give the other man exactly this, the chance to float for a little while, to find release. Force knows there aren't enough opportunities anymore for him to relax and be selfish just for the sake of a moment's pleasure. Claude, like the rest of the galaxy, is tied up within Sidious' net, paying for Anakin's choices day after day. Sometimes, he thinks he should have at least tried to end Sidious before he left. Then, he remembers that he probably wouldn't have won.
His death would have meant nothing for the galaxy as a whole but he would have left Claude behind to fight this battle and seeing what it takes of him, even now... No. Someone needs to take care of him, even if Anakin isn't allowed to protect him, to keep him safe from harm. That's how things must be, now. He chose his side and the side was wrong.
This is what he gets and he'll take it, whole-heartedly.
Claude grabs him by his elbows, fingers digging in. Anakin feels his cock pulse between his fingers, growing harder, before he comes between his fingers, the wetness sticking to his gloves and to Claude's pants. The sound he makes, something like a whimper, is amazing. He strokes him all the way through, until Claude's no longer jerking into his grip, coming still against him. He eases his hand from his pants and steps back slightly, just enough to stop crowding him. ]
Beautiful.
[ He runs his fingers down the back of his head, through his curls, grasping the back of his neck briefly before reaching down to curl his hand over Claude's where he's gripping the windowsill. His skin is warm from the sun, a contrast to the cold in air. ]
[ The orgasm leaves his body buzzing, a slight tingle right beneath his skin. Claude leans his head back into Anakin's grip as he runs his hand through his curls, just a slight, somewhat boneless thud of skull against metal, then metal against the back of Claude's hand, too, because Anakin is nothing if not thorough, touching him everywhere, holding him in a multitude of ways. At his comment, Claude smiles, tiredly, wincing as he reaches down with his free hand to right his cock, his pants, the sticky feeling of cum a strange contrast to the softness between them as people, right here, right now.
He looks down at Anakin's face for a moment, at the landscape and borderlines of it.
It's not that he hasn't thought about reciprocity, of course. Even before today. He's thought about it, but it hasn't seemeed terribly relevant or important until this moment when his fingers flex against the windowsill, his legs spread wide around Anakin's hips. Still a flesh-part of him, but he's seen him naked and he knows that it's one of few and what's left is badly burned. Some of it unrecognisable. Some of it gone. Claude takes a moment to let that acceptance settle in his body, then he reaches down and runs his hand flat, soft, sweaty, little bit shaky, over Anakin's scalp, from his brow to the back of his skull.
Rests it there, like a warm presence. Connection. ]
What can I give you?
[ Honestly, he isn't dead-set on giving back if Anakin doesn't want it, doesn't know the mechanisms himself yet, Claude can think of a lot of reasons why it might just stay a hypothetical question. But he needs to ask, he needs to put it out there, word it between them. He isn't afraid of Anakin's body as it is now, he's not afraid of what it can do and even less so of what it can't. They simply need to be able to communicate openly about it, or there's no hope for anything. Anything at all.
And that's one thing Claude can't settle with. No hope. ]
[ He watches the other man come down from his climax, tilting his head a little into his touch when Claude reaches out to touch him, running his hand across his scalp. It's a surprisingly nice feeling, he realises. It's the combination of having Claude so close to him and the scent of his skin, his hand, right next to his face along with a sensation of complete calm. Grounding, perhaps, though he couldn't say why one spot makes a difference compared to another.
Apropos.
Well.
His gaze glides sideways as he thinks the question over. Everything, anything you'd want would be the most instinctive answer but that's not what he's asking and Anakin isn't afraid of this subject, so much as he just... isn't sure. This body definitely wasn't made for any kind of proximity - as evidenced by how Sidious thought he'd exist most efficiently in a cage of durasteel - and sex is pretty much null, at least in any conventional fashion. He hasn't thought much about it and consequently, he hasn't actually tried to figure out what would work and what wouldn't. Claude, he'd thought, was dead. He had no need to even consider it anymore.
And then, Claude wasn't.
Worrying his bottom lip for a moment, he finally just settles with a slight shrug, looking back at Claude. ]
Let me get back to you on that.
[ Regardless of what missions he'll be going on in the near future - and he can guess there'll be a few - surely, he can master a side project like this. He'll look into what his body can actually do and try to improve his functioning around those points; for instance, he has thought about the clear disadvantage of his mask, covering his mouth. Today has proven him right. There could be other things. Could be.
He shifts a little, then leans his forehead against Claude's shoulder with a sigh. ]
[ When Anakin leans into him, Claude catches him easily, a hand on his shoulder and another curving around the back of his neck. The sigh is like a full stop to a sentence, both resigned and frustrated at the same time. Tilting his head to the side, the side of his face colliding with Anakin's, but softly, softly, Claude makes a sound of sympathy. A murmur. ]
No need to apologise. [ Claude is patient by nature, even when he wants, maybe especially then. I'll get back to you on that, Anakin had said and so, he must wait. For Anakin to figure it out first and share his findings with him, if he wants, if he likes what he finds. Or else -- well. ] I'm fine with it, I just want to make sure you're fine with it as well, or else we're gonna find a way.
[ It's the only comfort he can give right now, the only caresses he can offer. Assurance. Assurance that he wants him, sexually, romantically and personally, still. To the core of his being, Claude wants him. So much it physically hurts. If the fact that Anakin's body has changed to this degree had proven to be the breaking point, what about all the rest? A lot of things have changed, after all.
Claude has grown a beard.
Anakin destroyed the Jedi.
Perspective.
Claude turns his head a little and presses a kiss to the lobe of Anakin's ear, smiling in against the shell of it, less marked by his ordeals than most parts of him. A moment of just breathing slow and relaxed into him, in, out, in, then he says, voice low, a mutter. ]
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His death would have meant nothing for the galaxy as a whole but he would have left Claude behind to fight this battle and seeing what it takes of him, even now... No. Someone needs to take care of him, even if Anakin isn't allowed to protect him, to keep him safe from harm. That's how things must be, now. He chose his side and the side was wrong.
This is what he gets and he'll take it, whole-heartedly.
Claude grabs him by his elbows, fingers digging in. Anakin feels his cock pulse between his fingers, growing harder, before he comes between his fingers, the wetness sticking to his gloves and to Claude's pants. The sound he makes, something like a whimper, is amazing. He strokes him all the way through, until Claude's no longer jerking into his grip, coming still against him. He eases his hand from his pants and steps back slightly, just enough to stop crowding him. ]
Beautiful.
[ He runs his fingers down the back of his head, through his curls, grasping the back of his neck briefly before reaching down to curl his hand over Claude's where he's gripping the windowsill. His skin is warm from the sun, a contrast to the cold in air. ]
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He looks down at Anakin's face for a moment, at the landscape and borderlines of it.
It's not that he hasn't thought about reciprocity, of course. Even before today. He's thought about it, but it hasn't seemeed terribly relevant or important until this moment when his fingers flex against the windowsill, his legs spread wide around Anakin's hips. Still a flesh-part of him, but he's seen him naked and he knows that it's one of few and what's left is badly burned. Some of it unrecognisable. Some of it gone. Claude takes a moment to let that acceptance settle in his body, then he reaches down and runs his hand flat, soft, sweaty, little bit shaky, over Anakin's scalp, from his brow to the back of his skull.
Rests it there, like a warm presence. Connection. ]
What can I give you?
[ Honestly, he isn't dead-set on giving back if Anakin doesn't want it, doesn't know the mechanisms himself yet, Claude can think of a lot of reasons why it might just stay a hypothetical question. But he needs to ask, he needs to put it out there, word it between them. He isn't afraid of Anakin's body as it is now, he's not afraid of what it can do and even less so of what it can't. They simply need to be able to communicate openly about it, or there's no hope for anything. Anything at all.
And that's one thing Claude can't settle with. No hope. ]
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Apropos.
Well.
His gaze glides sideways as he thinks the question over. Everything, anything you'd want would be the most instinctive answer but that's not what he's asking and Anakin isn't afraid of this subject, so much as he just... isn't sure. This body definitely wasn't made for any kind of proximity - as evidenced by how Sidious thought he'd exist most efficiently in a cage of durasteel - and sex is pretty much null, at least in any conventional fashion. He hasn't thought much about it and consequently, he hasn't actually tried to figure out what would work and what wouldn't. Claude, he'd thought, was dead. He had no need to even consider it anymore.
And then, Claude wasn't.
Worrying his bottom lip for a moment, he finally just settles with a slight shrug, looking back at Claude. ]
Let me get back to you on that.
[ Regardless of what missions he'll be going on in the near future - and he can guess there'll be a few - surely, he can master a side project like this. He'll look into what his body can actually do and try to improve his functioning around those points; for instance, he has thought about the clear disadvantage of his mask, covering his mouth. Today has proven him right. There could be other things. Could be.
He shifts a little, then leans his forehead against Claude's shoulder with a sigh. ]
I'm sorry. This is a stupid problem.
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No need to apologise. [ Claude is patient by nature, even when he wants, maybe especially then. I'll get back to you on that, Anakin had said and so, he must wait. For Anakin to figure it out first and share his findings with him, if he wants, if he likes what he finds. Or else -- well. ] I'm fine with it, I just want to make sure you're fine with it as well, or else we're gonna find a way.
[ It's the only comfort he can give right now, the only caresses he can offer. Assurance. Assurance that he wants him, sexually, romantically and personally, still. To the core of his being, Claude wants him. So much it physically hurts. If the fact that Anakin's body has changed to this degree had proven to be the breaking point, what about all the rest? A lot of things have changed, after all.
Claude has grown a beard.
Anakin destroyed the Jedi.
Perspective.
Claude turns his head a little and presses a kiss to the lobe of Anakin's ear, smiling in against the shell of it, less marked by his ordeals than most parts of him. A moment of just breathing slow and relaxed into him, in, out, in, then he says, voice low, a mutter. ]
Beloved.