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Prompt: Palpatine ties Anakin to his bed and whispers a challenge: Anakin must seduce him, through words only, and with every failed attempt, the touching stops and he’s left hanging dry for an hour….

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Anakin made his way down the long hallway, toward the Chancellors’ penthouse in 500 Republica. The Jedi had just got back from a two-month campaign in the outer rim. Now back home, Anakin had sat through a torturously long Counsel debriefing and another emotionless conversation with Obi-Wan. Now Anakin is on his way to see the one person he feels any sort of connection to anymore. Palpatine, powerful Chancellor, Anakin’s friend, and more recently, Anakin’s lover. Finally reaching the door, the Jedi types in his own personal access code, something Palpatine allowed after the man had appointed Anakin as his Personal Representative on the Jedi Council, and slipped into the apartment. He found Palpatine in his in-home office, looking at a datapad, more datapad neatly stacked next to the one he was holding. Anakin watched a cup of what he assumed was tea steaming next to the Chancellors’ left hand. He leaned in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, content to watch his lover work for the time being. Unfortunately, Palpatine must have heard him, because he glanced up, smiling at Anakin, who grinned back.

“Anakin! I hadn’t been informed that you were back.” The Chancellor exclaimed, rising from his seat and approaching the younger man.

“Hello, sir,” Anakin said, pushing off the door frame to meet Palpatine in the middle of the room. Their hands interlocked, and Anakin leaned down, their lips met for a brief moment before Anakin pulled away with a goofy grin on his face. “I would’ve come sooner but I was held up by the Council.” Anakin tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice when he said it but he must have given something away because Palpatine’s face turned sympathetic.

“It disappoints me, that the Council does not seem to trust you.” Palpatine murmured softly, one hand reaching up to caress Anakin’s jaw. Anakin was silent for a moment, he did not want to talk about the Order at the moment. In fact, he came to Palpatine to forget about them. So he changed the subject.

“How have you been? I feel like it’s been ages since we last spoke.” Anakin asked. More interested in what Palpatine had been up to the Jedi Council. Anakin was well aware that his loyalties have changed. The only reason he goes on missions nowadays is that he wants this war to be over and done with and it’ll go faster with him out on the battlefield. Palpatine dropped his hand and turned his back to Anakin, gliding over to his desk to take a sip of his tea. He turned back to regard Anakin, a small smile playing over his mouth and a playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh, I’ve been busy. Duties in the Senate are never-ending, you know.” Palpatine said over the rim of his cup, watching Anakin with those sharp eyes. Anakin stared back, feeling frozen in place by the older man's gaze.

“Well, do you think you can put work on hold for tonight, and spend time with me instead?” Anakin asked, the goofy grin returning to his face as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Palpatine chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

“Anakin, I have a lot to get done. I -” Palpatine was cut off when Anakin’s mouth landed on his. The Jedi kissed him like he was starved. Palpatine set his tea down on the desk and reached up to tangle his hands in Anakin’s curly hair. The Jedi’s strong arms wrapped around the smaller man’s waist and pulled their bodies flush against each other. “Anakin-”

“One night,” Anakin begged. Palpatine looked up at him and smiled. How can he refuse the Chosen One when he begged to prettily.

“Come, Anakin.” Palpatine took Anakin’s hand and led him out of the office, down the hall and into the Chancellor’s opulent bedroom. Before Anakin could process what was happening, Palpatine pinned him against the wall and was kissing him. A needy noise left the back of the Jedi’s throat as the Chancellor’s tongue teased across his lower lip, playfully nipping at it as he pulled away. Anakin was left completely speechless, as Palpatine’s hands slid under his tabards, pulling them off along with his tunics. The Jedi moaned as his lover mouthed at his neck and shoulders. Hands lightly caressed torso, fingertips sliding over his muscles, causing Anakin to momentarily forget how to think. “Get on the bed, Anakin.” Palpatine murmured, stepping away from the boy, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, to match the smirk on his mouth. Anakin blinked dumbly for a moment before registering the Chancellors words. The goofy grin was back on his face.

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” Anakin stepped forward, reaching to pull his lover close again. But Palpatine stepped out of his reach, shaking his head.

“No, Anakin. We’re playing my way tonight.” He motioned to the bed with a raised eyebrow. “Unless you do not feel up for it.” The Chancellors sharp gaze pinned Anakin in place. “Afterall, I’ve so much work to do.” He purred lowly, his smirk turning to a full on grin when Anakin swallowed harshly before moving to the bed. “Lie on your back in the center,” Palpatine commanded from behind him.

“Yes, sir.” The words fell out of the Jedi’s mouth automatically. His heart racing in his chest, excitement wrapped around his lithe limbs as he did as he was told, lying in the center of the bed. He saw Palpatine approaching the right side of the bed, his eyes roaming over the Jedi’s muscular body. “Like what you see?” Anakin asked, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. Palpatine’s hand stretched out, long fingers curling around Anakin’s jaw.

“Anakin, is it ok if I tie you up?” Palpatine asked, his other hand wrapping around the boy’s wrist, gently pulling upward. Intrigued, Anakin let Palpatine pull on hand above his head.

“Oh, I like this game already.” Anakin put his other hand above his head, crossing his wrists and pressing them against the headboard. Palpatine chuckled at him before turning to his nightstand. Anakin realized that this is the first time he’s seen Palpatine open it. He pulled out what looked to be a strip of black silk. He moved forward, kneeling on the bed and reached for Anakin’s wrists. He watched as Sheev wound the silken strip around his wrists making sure it was tight against his skin, but lose enough to not cut off circulation. He then guided Anakin’s bound wrists up to the middle post of his headboard and secured the silk there. He pulled away and turned to reach back into the nightstand drawer. Anakin looked up at his hands, lightly pulling against the fabric. It held, digging into his wrists. He had been so busy testing the restraints that he hadn’t been paying attention to his lover, who was now kneeling over him, fastening a collar to his neck. Anakin completely stopped breathing, automatically starting to struggle against the bindings, panic flooding through him, trying to get out, get free. Then there was a hand splaying across his chest, and his eyes locked with Palpatine’s.

“Easy, Anakin. I put a Force-Restraint Collar on you. I’ll take it off once you’ve earned it.” Palpatine said, moving to straddle the Jedi’s thighs, enjoying the sight of a flabbergasted Anakin staring up at him.

“Earned it?”

“Yes.” Palpatine murmured. The Chancellors hands splayed across his torso, sliding over his skin. Gentle nails scraping down his sides. A startled moan left the Jedi as Palpating leaned over him, pressing chest against Anakins, his tongue tracing lightly over the Jedi’s jaw. “You have to seduce your way out of the restraints.” He whispered directly into the Jedi’s ear. Playfully nipping at his ear before pulling away. One long finger trailed featherlight down his chest and his abdomen. “Each time you fail, I will leave you here for an hour. When I come back you will try again until you’ve convinced me to let you out…” A shark-like grin overtook the Chancellors face, “and I’ll let you do anything you please, my boy.” Anakin stared, wide-eyed and his mouth hanging open slightly.

“I- Are you- Uhh. Right. OK.” Anakin had never been one to deny a good challenge. It was just… so unexpected. Seduce his way out. It shouldn’t be that hard. But Anakin hadn’t been planning on Palpatine playing dirty. His older lover leaned over him to pepper kisses and nips all over Anakin's chest, even going as far as scraping his teeth across one of the boys' nipples, making him hiss and arch into his mouth. Palpatine smirked, pressing Anakin down into the mattress.

“I’m waiting, Anakin. Perhaps you would like me to give you an hour to collect your thoughts before we start.” He purred.

“N-No!” Anakin cried, moving to pull his lover close only to have the bindings catch on his wrists. “Nngh.” Thinking was incredibly difficult with Palpatine taking control like this. Usually, it was Anakin on top, mapping out the older man's body with his hands and mouth. Palpatine whimpering and moaning helplessly under him. Finally, Palpatine had found an opportunity to get even and from the smug smirk on his face, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Anakin was pretty sure the worst part was how painful his ignored arousal is, straining uncomfortably in his trousers. Hands teased over his body, touching seemingly everywhere except the one place he truly needed them. “Please.” Anakin gasped. The hands stopped and the weight on his legs disappeared. Anakin’s eyes snapped open. “Wait!” Palpatine stopped, perched on the edge of the bed. One hand reached out to card through the Jedi’s blond curls.

“Begging wasn’t part of the game, Anakin. That was your first fail. We’ll try again in an hour. I suggest you collect your thoughts beforehand.” Palpatine murmured. His eyes were dark with his own arousal, that damned smirk back, hitching up one side of his mouth. He slid from the bed, as he passed through the doorway he turned back to get one last view of his captive Jedi. “Though I can’t lie to you, tied down and collared is a good look for you, my boy.” His eyes slid meaningfully over the exposed, muscled chest before he winked at Anakin and disappeared down the hall. The bedroom door slid closed, leaving Anakin bound and rock hard.

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Palpatine leaned back in his seat. He wasn’t actually working, instead, he had a holofeed up of his own bedroom. Watching gleefully as his lover writhed helplessly against the bindings. The fact that Anakin had let Palpatine tie him up in the first place was a bit of a surprise, but the young Jedi was handling it remarkably well. The collar around his throat made the secret Sith hard. He didn’t expect having Anakin tied and collared to his bed to stir the emotions that it did but Darth Sidious always enjoyed a challenge, and the Chosen One was one hell of a challenge to have as a lover. He grinned as he felt the boy reach uselessly for the force. Not even the Chosen One can bypass a Force Restraint Collar.

The boy was beyond perfect, and ever since his darling wife, Padme Amidala, and Jedi Apprentice, Ahsoka Tano, were lost to the Blue Shadow Virus on Naboo, Anakin had been questioning his place in the Jedi Order. The closer he got to the chancellor, the more Palpatine was happy to encourage the boy’s confusion. More than once Anakin had asked Palpatine what he might do should he decide to leave the Order. The Sith Lord was more than pleased with these conversations, but he was careful with his wording. It had to be Anakin’s decision. With every passing day, the boy drew closer to the Dark Side.

The fateful night Palpatine had finally let Anakin into his had been one that they had both been anticipating for several months. When Palpatine first realized Anakin was trying to court him, he had been surprised and amused. He had no intention of letting the boy get too far. But the Jedi had been relentless. While Master and Apprentice relationships weren’t unheard of among the Sith, Sidious had no interest in sleeping with the boy whom he intended to take as his future apprentice.

He thought of Plagueis, possessive and demanding. Hoping to hold his apprentice under his thumb, to satisfy Sidious by letting him be the face of the Grand Plan. Ha! The old fool, too lost in his delusions that Palpatine would want to be owned by his master, that he might enjoy sharing his power behind the scenes with Plagueis. Palpatine scowled, he’d never be content. Never. Not until the universe bowed at his feet and the force let him in on all of its dark secrets. Not until Skywalker called him ‘Master.’ Though the force told him that this particular desire would become a reality before the others. Skywalker was already his in so many ways. Not fully, not yet, but he was slowly corrupting this powerhouse of the force to genuflect at his feet and obey every command he gave.

In bed, Palpatine had allowed Anakin to take him, sensing that it would ensnare the young Jedi. It had, Anakin had come back for seconds, thirds, fourths, continued to come back until it was an established thing. The Jedi was the first lover he had taken since before his appointment to Chancellor. He hadn’t expected to take another lover, not in another male and certainly not in Skywalker, but their developing relationship had been a gift in its own way. The way Anakin looked at him when they were in bed together if he were not reigning Sith Master, it would send shivers down his spine, but it didn’t. Instead, Palpatine enjoyed the look of complete devotion in the Jedi’s eyes, it simultaneously calmed him and sent a searing fire straight to his loins. That look was more arousing than any physical pleasure the boy had given him. Though that was good too. As a lover, Anakin was dominant and rough, large hands splayed across the secret Siths torso, powerful hips rocking into his as Palpatine whimpered and writhed in his strong arms. Being bottom to his future apprentice wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed but it had slowly begun to pay off as he saw Anakin turn to him more and more, often waking in Palpatine’s bed when on Coruscant and reluctantly having to return to the temple for his duties and to sit campaign strategy meetings. Palpatine actually encouraged the meetings, the more Anakin studied the battle campaigns, the better he’ll be able to serve as Sidious’ right hand in his future empire.

Palpatine was pulled from his thoughts when a low whine sounded over the feeds speaker. Anakin was starting to get impatient. Palpatine glanced at the chronometer in the corner of his desk, the boys first hour was up. He stood from his desk and moved to the small bar off to the side of the room, pouring himself a glass of red wine before slipping from the room and down the hall. The door to his bedroom slid open silently.

He stepped in and it slid closed without a sound. Just as silent as the door, the Chancellor moved further into the room, keeping close to the wall so his young lover couldn’t see him. He sat down in a chair in the corner of the room typically meant for reading when he had rare downtime from his duties as Chancellor and Sith Lord. Tonight he did not plan to read, tonight he was content to watch his young lover pull at his bindings and whimper with need.

It seems that in his absence, Anakin had failed to get ahold of his arousal. He wasn’t surprised. The boy often thought more with head between his legs than the one on his shoulders when he wasn’t off world powering his way through this war. It was going to be an interesting night. Anakin had never been good with wooing, Palpatine had often teased him on the subject since their little relationship had begun, and finally, he had a way to teach the boy, and a perfect incentive to get him there. Promising the boy he can do anything he pleased was sure to catch the arrogant Jedi’s attention. But Palpatine didn’t plan to go easy on him, if the boy couldn’t actually convince him, it would be a disappointment, but eventually, he’ll cut Anakin loose.

But, if the boy actually could convince him, Palpatine felt his arousal stirring in his trousers, it would be interesting to see what the boy came up with, success or failure. He watched the tanned chest, gleaming with sweat from Anakin’s failed attempts to escape, twisting on his silk sheets. In truth, the Chosen One was beautiful, in his own dark way. The darker Anakin dances, the more Palpatine finds himself attracted to him. The dark Jedi was still conflicted, that much he knew, but it won’t be long now. Anakin Skywalker will be his, once the Jedi Order breaks him for the final time, Anakin will come to him, begging and broken on his knees, pleading for Palpatine’s guidance and swearing his eternal loyalty.

The Sith watched as the Jedi seemed to finally noticed his presence. He stilled completely, his body going rigid. His eyes locked with Palpatine's, his pupils dilated to a point that the chancellor couldn’t see any hints of blue. Palpatine smirked and crossed his legs in the chair, making a show of getting comfortable. Even going as far as to take a sip of wine. “Oh, don’t stop on my account, Anakin.” Letting his eyes trace over the boy’s exposed torso, before looking back up. “I was quite enjoying the show.” He grinned. Anakin was still completely frozen on the bed. After a full minute of doing nothing but stare at Palpatine, the Jedi finally found his voice.

“You should untie me.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the lust that wrapped around his words told the Chancellor that his control was just an act. Palpatine’s smile widened and he leaned forward, he could hear the boy’s breath hitch in his throat. He had this brilliant young man completely in his control.

“Now why would I want to do that, my young friend? You should see yourself, writhing and whimpering for me. I should’ve done this to you sooner.” He replied, his eyes challenging the Jedi. Is he going to back down? Palpatine truly hoped not.

“Does it arouse you, sir? Tying me to your bed. Collaring me so I’m completely helpless?”

“You have no idea, my boy.” Palpatine grinned but he stayed in the chair. He could feel Anakin’s need to be touched increase with each second Palpatine denied him.

“How am I supposed to take care of your needs if I’m all tied up?” He grinned arrogantly. Palpatine’s head tilted up a little, looking like the haughty, highborn noble that he was.

“I can assure you, young Anakin, I am in far more control over my needs than you are over yours.” Palpatine’s voice held a slight edge to it, making it sound more authoritative. The effect that it had on Anakin was well worth it, a small whimper left the back of his throat, his hips jerked up a little, his erection strained against his trousers. Palpatine internally winced in rare sympathy, that couldn’t be comfortable. It took several minutes for Anakin to regain enough composure to reply.

“You should still untie me, I could take care of us both.”

“Oh, dear Anakin, I am perfectly fine with watching you squirm. It is quite enjoyable.” Palpatine smirked at the small huff his young lover gave. Anakin’s lust was starting to get the better of him, it wouldn’t be long until he trips up and Palpatine would leave him again. So far Anakin has been dancing around the game, simply talking and not actually playing, dancing the line between the boundaries Palpatine had set him. “Unless of course, you would like to try to actually convince me to untie you. That is, after all, what you’re supposed to be doing.” Anakin swallowed compulsively and nodded, but he didn’t say anything. Palpatine paused and gave the boy a mocking glare of disapproval. “You did not prepare for my return like I asked, did you?”

“No, sir. But if you untie me, I’ll prepare you for my return.” Anakin’s grin was full force. Palpatine chuckled and shook his head.

“Is that your so-called try for seduction this time around?”

“NO!” Anakin pulled against the restraints, struggling to sit up.

“Relax. You’re not getting free. The sooner you accept that the sooner you’ll focus on the actual game we’re playing.” Palpatine took another sip of wine before adding, “You started off quite well.” He complements. If the boy could stay in control of himself long enough to convince Palpatine to untie him- No. Anakin always chooses to learn the hard way. Palpatine will wait him out until the Jedi learns. Anakin is silent until his breathing has somewhat evened out again.

“At least come over here.” Palpatine raised an eyebrow but did not move from his position. “Just-” Anakin squirmed, struggling to keep his thoughts together. “I need - plea- Just, it hurts.” Palpatine looked at him in confusion. The bindings weren’t right enough to hurt him.

“What’s hurting you Anakin?”

“My- my pants! They’re too tight. I can’t- they need to come off!” Anakin whimpered, his hips shifted about on the bed. “Palpatine, please!” Palpatine watched his young lover.

“What did I tell you about begging, Anakin?” Palpatine sighed. Finally, he set his wine glass on a small table off to the side of his chair and stood, approaching his captive Jedi. Long fingers traced along the hem of his trousers. Anakin whimpered, he was once again losing to his lust. Palpatine found himself disappointed, but he filed it away because Anakin was speaking again.

“I’m sorry. I just-” Palpatine’s frown deepened.

“Do not apologize, dear boy. But begging isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing. Had I wanted you begging, I would not have tied you to the bed, but instead, made you get on your knees. Do not beg me, Anakin.” There will be plenty of time to hear the boy’s pretty pleading a different time. He leaned down to lick at the shell of the Jedi’s ear. “Convince me. Make me want to undress you. Make me want to untie you.” He stood and turned away from the boy, moving back to the corner of the room, taking his wine glass back in hand.

“I think it would be in your best interest to release me, Chancellor,” Palpatine smirked. It turns out that his headstrong Jedi could be a fast learner when he wanted to be.

“Is that so, General Skywalker?” He turned back to the boy. Taking his wine with him, Palpatine leaned against the end post of his bed.

‘Well, I can’t serve you best when I am restrained, sir.”

“You have just come from a long and tiring campaign, my friend. I believe it is in your best interest to rest for a while.” He turned to walk away.

“No!” Palpatine turned back and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need rest,” the Jedi growled. “I need to fuck you.”

“Do you now?” Palpatine asked, his voice a mere whisper as he watched his Jedi pull at the silk that kept the boy in place. Anakin’s head fell back, his throat on display, the collar shining against the light of the room, a low groan leaving his throat.

“I can assure you, sir, removing my trousers will not be disappointing.” His cocky grin back on full display, white teeth forming a wattage of their own against the Jedi’s tanned skin.

“Oh, I’ve no doubt of that, my boy. But you’ve yet to convince me why I should remove them.”

“I told you,” Anakin’s hips shifted once more. “So I can fuck you senseless.” Palpatine chuckled, you’ll have to do better than that, Anakin.” Ignoring the boy’s stuttering protests, Palpatine slid from the room, just as silently as he had entered. Perhaps the boy will do better next time. He entered his office and looked down at the glass in his hand, he needed a refill.

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For this hour, Sheev actually works. Though his holofeed of Anakin is still up and playing, monitoring him to make sure he doesn’t panic and needs to be untied before the game is over.

Anakin, for the most part, was silent. His writhing had stilled and he seemed to be actually working through some kind of plan this time around. Good. Hopefully, the boy will learn to follow his instructions the first time around by the time he becomes Sidious’ apprentice. He has no need for Anakin’s stubborn disobedience. His eyes flicked to the chronometer, he had five more minutes. He focused on getting through the last of the report he was reading through for tomorrow’s senate meeting.

After setting it with the other completed reports, Palpatine stands with his wine in hand and makes for his bedroom once more. Anakin’s attention was on him the second he entered the bedroom, watching as he approached the bed and sat on the edge.

“How are you feeling, Anakin?” He asked in a gentle tone.

The blue eyes met his. There was a fiery determination set there and a smug little smile on the boy’s face that pleased the elder. “I’m a little stuck here, Sir.” Anakin’s voice was low and quiet, but there was a playfulness in his tone.

“Indeed you are, my young friend.” He smiles down at the youth, running the back of his knuckles down the boy’s ribs. He thrills to see the strong body shiver under his touch.

Anakin bites his lower lip, almost taking on a shy look if it weren’t for the smile still on his mouth. “Would you mind helping me out?” His mouth grew into a full smile as he spoke.

Palpatine tilted his head. “How would you like me to help?”

Anakin faltered, clearly trying to actually figure the game out this time around. “I liked it when you touched me just now.”

“Like this?” He smiled and reached out again, mimicking his previous movement. Anakin hums and arches under his touch. “You’re supposed to be trying to get me to untie you, my dear. Not purring like you’re my feline pet.” That earns him a chuckle from Anakin.

“I’m getting there.” He murmurs, watching his lover with a smile. “It feels good.”

“I’ve hardly done anything, Anakin. Are you truly so sensitive tonight?” It’s starting to get late. This game was perhaps better suited when Palpatine had Anakin with him for the whole day or weekend so they could’ve started earlier. “When do you need to return to the temple, Anakin?”

The Jedi paused, the question momentarily taking him out of the game. “I’ll have to return later in the day for a briefing with Obi-Wan but that shouldn’t take too long.”

Palpatine grinned. “Good, because I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night for you, my dear boy.” He presses his hand more firmly against the youth’s chest, clever fingers reaching out to pluck and toy with the nearest nipple. Anakin moans under him, pressing up into his hand.

“You said earlier that you like having me tied up.”

The Chancellor tilts his head at the comment, wondering if this was part of his current try or a ploy to get out of the game with conversation. “I do. You react so well when you can’t touch in return.” He wonders briefly how the boy might look with a gag as well. Oh, Anakin would be so sensitive and it’d help in silencing all of those snarky little comments. Palpatine files it away as something to bring up with his younger lover at a later date.

Anakin shifts underneath his hands, trying to figure out how to stay on topic. “It does feel… more. Like because I can’t touch you in return my body is putting extra focus on being touched.”

The elder nods. “Yes. Our bodies are curious in that way. You take away one sense and it seems to heighten others. Not tonight, but perhaps in the future I’ll show you other ideas that might heighten your reactions to touch if you’re curious.”

“What kind of ideas?”

“We can speak on it later if you’re truly curious. Right now you need to focus on the game we’re playing tonight.”

“You’re the one who brought it up.” The boy’s tone was snarky and it made Palpatine laugh. He reached out to twist at a peaked nipple earning himself a small yelp.

“Mind yourself, Darling, or I’ll leave you to your thoughts again.”

Anakin bites his lip, the boy has always preened under Palpatine’s many endearments, something that Palpatine had found himself irrationally pleased by. Anakin presses up into the thin hand on his chest, a needy noise that goes right to the elder's cock leaves that collared throat. “I bet it would feel better with both hands.”

Palpatine watches him. “Convince me.”

That smug confidence is back in his voice. “I know how much you like the noises I make. I bet you’re just as hard as I am right now.”

True, those pretty noises do something to him, and the boy’s blunt words as well. Well well, Anakin might get somewhere this time. He looks down at the boy's tented trousers. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” He boldly reaches down to rub at the boy’s clothed cock for just a moment. Anakin groans, pushing his hips up into the touch. “You are certainly fair more desperate than I am.”

Anakin pants, watching him with sharp eyes. “I think you could get more of those noises you like so much out of me if you use both hands, Sir.” Palpatine moves the hand from the Jedi’s crotch to his muscular stomach, letting his nails drag over tanned skin. Anakin sucks in a sharp breath as red lines flared on his stomach. A low hum leaves the boy. “That felt good.”

“Did you like that?” His hand travels further up, catching hold of a nipple to start teasing it again. It pulls a quiet whine from Anakin. He nods, and when he responds, his voice is wonderfully breathless.

“Yes, Sir. Did you like the noise I made?”

The Sith smirked, apparently, this was how his lover planned to tempt him this round. Admittedly, if Anakin plays his hand right, he might be successful. “Yes. I did.”

The youth falls silent for a moment, debating on his next move. “You could do it again if you’d like.”

“Of course, I could.” Palpatine’s hand moves from Anakin's nipple to scratch up his chest, latching thin fingers around the Jedi’s square jaw. He leans down and nips playfully at the boy’s ear. “I can do anything I want. You’re bound and at my mercy, and collared for my pleasure, Anakin.” He grins when he hears ragged breathing in response, his possessive words arousing his lover further. “You know,” He started casually, “if anyone were to come in here just about now, they’d get quite a different idea of our relationship than what it truly is.”

Deep blue eyes snap to his, widening in surprise at that. “And do you?”

“Do I what?” He has a feeling he already knows where this might go. He’s torn between excitement and wanting to redirect Anakin back to their current game. He lets it slide for the moment, deciding to see if Anakin will twist this to his use, or let it distract him entirely.

Anakin bites his lip for the third time that night and Palpatine is half tempted to lean down and pull the abused flesh between his own teeth, to devour the youth’s mouth until they’re both breathless. Hmm, maybe Anakin’s attempt is working better than he initially thought. “Do you want a different kind of relationship than we currently have?”

Palpatine hesitates, if Anakin knew what he wants he’d leave Palpatine completely. No. He won’t allow this boy, who is so close to being entirely his to slip away. Skywalker belongs to him and will for eternity. “I would not say ‘different’. But I’m surprised you haven’t been curious about more experimentation. I just figured it did not appeal to you.”

“Is that why you tied me up?”

Pale blue eyes narrow. “Is this part of your attempt, Anakin?”

“It’ll help with it.”

“So, this is information you want for the game?”

There was a brief pause before a very tentative “Yes.” came from his captive.

He chuckles low at the response. “You don’t sound so convinced.” He pulls away to bring his legs fully on the bed, settling himself half on top of a strong chest, propped to hover over the boy more comfortably. Anakin watches him, for a moment before his eyes flick down to the elder's thin lips.

“Is it why you tied me up?” He pressed.

“Always so pushy, even while tied down.” The Chancellor chuckles. “I’m genuinely surprised you let me do it if I’m honest. Though I don’t think you’d been so quick to offer yourself up had I explained the rules beforehand. What do you think?”

A low chuckle rumbled through the larger male. “I might’ve had some stipulations.”

“The game, Anakin” He reminded warningly.

“I’m getting there. You mentioned experimentation.”

Palpatine raises a silver eyebrow. “It’s fairly common for couples to experiment, Anakin. Especially considering your age. Did you and Padme ever play games like this?” It was a bold move, and not really a conversation he wishes to have right now. But if this is what Anakin wants for his attempt, he’s curious enough to indulge the boy for now.

Sure enough, Anakin hesitates to answer. Even after a year in this relationship, he never truly talks about his wife. Palpatine doesn’t really understand it. This is the most work he’s truly done in what could technically be considered the only actual relationship he’s ever been in, but he’s fairly certain Anakin is supposed to be more open to him about his past. Especially considering Anakin’s numerous claims of loyalty to Palpatine over the past year.

Plagueis was far too possessive to ever allow him to indulge in such curiosities when Sidious was Anakin’s age. The older he got, the curiosities simply started to fade. He’s taken lovers, both male and female. Some to his former Master’s knowledge, some not. Either way, they were fleeting and never involved anything more than youthful indulgences. A way to hold control over another while chafing under the role of ‘apprentice.’ That interest in control through sex quickly dissipated after he moved to Courscant. He found it so easy to play with his lovers that the game became boring and predictable the older he became.

Taking Anakin as his lover had felt odd at first. He often stuck to his own age range when he’d taken past partners, and the older he got the less and less he desired partners in general. But Anakin had been so different. He didn’t hold the inexperience others his age did. True, there's a lot he hasn’t tried out, but there’s something so different about being a widow at Anakin’s age. A secret widow at that. He’s lost the innocence others hold. That innocence died with Padme Amidala and Ahsoka Tano on Naboo. That loss of innocence combined with the Jedi’s unshakable confidence spurred the Sith Lord on. It had been worth it, he thinks. While it had been uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of the boy's adoring looks, he enjoys the loyalty it’s brought.

“You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.” Palpatine mentally curses, he’s taken Anakin out of the game again.

“Will you kiss me?” It came out a quiet, almost plea.

“Why would I do that, my boy?”

The question puts a spark back in Anakin’s eyes. “Because I saw you looking at my mouth earlier. I could tell you wanted to kiss me.”

Palpatine reaches out, caressing the boy’s face before sliding his hand to tangle in golden curls. He pulls Anakin’s head back against the pillow, leaning forward to hover just above him. “I wasn’t thinking about kissing you earlier.”

“Weren’t you?” The snarky challenge in Anakin’s voice makes him smile.

“No.” He leans closer, hovering just a few millimeters from Anakin’s full mouth. “I was thinking about biting that lip you’ve been teasing me with since I’ve walked in here.” He doesn’t wait for a reaction before he closes the rest of the distance between them and captures his lover's full mouth against his own. He lets out a low growl as he captures that bottom lip between his teeth, biting down until a small pained whine is pulled from his companion.

When he pulls away, he’s pleased to see Anakin seemingly lost with lust again. To the boy’s credit, he seems to be staying silent until he can find a response that will keep Palpatine in the room. He keeps the tight grip on Anakin’s hair, the boy doesn’t complain either. “You want to know what I think?” He finally speaks up.

“Oh, do tell me, Anakin.” He answers in a low purr.

“I think you do want something more like this in our relationship. I think you want me to be the more submissive one on occasion.” Anakin murmurs.

Palpatine smiles, he’s not entirely wrong. Though if he had his way, Anakin would be the submissive all of the time, not the bottom all of the time, but certainly the submissive all of the time. “It’s never a bad thing to mix things up, Anakin. You might find that you enjoy letting me take charge on occasion.”

“What makes you think that?” It comes out far too haughty and challenging for one already tied down.

Palpatine sits up and reaches down, curling his fingers rather boldly around his lover's hard member. “Because, my dear boy, you’ve been hard since I’ve tied you to my bed. I think you get off on my control over you.”

A pretty pink flushed across tan cheeks, giving away that Anakin indeed liked this game at least a little bit. “Do you like the idea of being in control?”

“The ‘idea’?” Palpatine scoffs, his hands tightening on the boy’s cock and hair respectively. “I think I’m more than in control of you right now.”

Anakin falls silent again, trying to figure out how to play off of his words. “Yet you don’t take advantage. You claim to like the noises I make but only tease them for a few minutes. You claim that I have to convince you to take my pants off but you’ve already admitted that you’d enjoy the sight of me naked.”

“Is this where your attempt has decided to go this round? I’m rather disappointed, Anakin.” He withdraws his hands, moving to get off the bed.

“You’ve never really shown any signs of wanting to switch roles. Maybe it’s because you know I’m better at taking control than you.” Palpatine pauses in the center of the room, staring at his door. If Anakin knew. Oh, if this foolish boy knew who he was mouthing off to. He takes a deep breath. It’s just a game. Anakin is playing a game and is trying to get a reaction, and it’s working too. He turns on the boy, a fire lit in his pale blue eyes and a predatory smile on his face. Anakin’s eyes widen at the sight. “But you’re definitely a good actor.” He murmurs in a half-hearted attempt to backpedal.

“Is that what you think?” He answers, low and challenging.

Oh, the fool’s smug smile is back at full capacity. “I mean, not to brag or anything, but I’ve made you make all sorts of noises for literal hours on end. You haven’t managed more than a few seconds. A minute at best and that’s being generous.”

For a moment Palpatine stands there, processing the fact that those words actually just left his lover’s mouth. “Are you okay with being the submissive one tonight?”

Anakin’s eyes flicker, understanding that this part wasn’t part of their game. “How submissive?” He asks hesitantly.

“Preferably entirely. But as far as you’re willing to go.” He hopes Anakin will let him go fairly far with him tonight. The boy is quiet for several long seconds. A wicked grin overtakes the Chancellor’s face. “I promise it’ll feel so much better than what you normally do.”

That gets him a challenging glare from the youth. “I highly doubt that. You’re just playing at it. You’re far too gentle-” He was cut off by Palpatine striding back to the bed and curling tight fingers into his hair, yanking his head back against the pillow. His other hand teased over the boy’s throat, toying momentarily with the collar.

“I’ll stop if you need me to.” For a tense moment, they watch one another with sharp eyes. Both of them wanting to devour the other. “Well, boy? Do you want me to control you or not?”

“You won’t succeed.” It was said in a voice so low it sounded like a threat. Then, Anakin nods once, silently consenting to whatever Palpatine had in mind.

Palpatine chuckled at the challenge. “Yes, I will.” He answered back. Keeping ahold of those messy curls, he kneels back on the bed, his hand curling around the boy’s jaw. He leans down to take Anakin into a demanding kiss, forcing his tongue into his lover's mouth.

Anakin groaned under the onslaught, his hands tugging at the silk that held him. Palpatine’s tongue claimed his mouth like it was his personal property, stroking over his teeth and the roof of his mouth before coaxing Anakin’s own tongue to twine with his. Anakin pressed forward, trying to push into his lover's mouth so he can take control of the kiss. Very rarely does Sheev deny him this, but tonight he does, ruthlessly hoarding all of the control for himself.

By the time he pulls away, Anakin is dizzy and breathless underneath him, and the tight grip on his hair makes him whine. “I’m going to ruin you, Anakin Skywalker.” The words are soft, but they scream of a dark possession and Anakin believes him wholeheartedly.

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“I’m going to ruin you, Anakin Skywalker.” The words are soft, but they scream of a dark possession, and Anakin believes him wholeheartedly.

Palpatine stares at him intently before leaning close, hovering just over Anakin’s mouth. The Jedi tilts his face up, but with the hand in his hair, he doesn’t get very far. Sheev’s eyes glint as he watches Anakin fail to take control of the situation. “I thought you were okay with me taking the lead, Anakin.”

“I am!” He sounds defensive about it, and it makes the elder chuckle.

“Then why are you trying to initiate a kiss?”

Anakin opens his mouth and then closes it again, brows furrowing as he tries to come up with an answer. “I wanted to kiss you.”

“Well… I think you’re just trying to push me. Like the brat that you are.” Sheev raises a sharp eyebrow in silent questioning. “I’m well aware of your need to toe the line until someone berates you for it. Perhaps you’ll listen to me better than you listen to Master Kenobi.”

Anakin smirked, his eyes dark with arousal as they flicked down to Sheev’s thin lips. “What’s in it for me?”

Sheev’s answering smirk sent chills down the younger man's spine. “If you behave yourself, I might just let you come tonight.” Anakin’s smile dropped immediately. He’d never imagined that Palpatine might not let him finish.

“Wait, for real?”

Palpatine chuckled. “You have much to learn, I see. It’s not an uncommon way to get a submissive partner to behave.” He levels Anakin with a look. “Especially when said submissive partner is being a brat.”

The boy’s face scrunches and he mumbles more to himself than Sheev, “I’m not a brat.”

Sheev takes the boy's chin between his fingers and leans in until their noses are brushing together. “Yes, you are.” He leans down and captures Anakin’s full lips against his own, his tongue once again invading the Jedi’s mouth to claim it. Then Palpatine moves down, kissing Anakin’s chin, and flicking his tongue along the line of Anakin’s jaw to nip at his ear. “Are you going to behave?” Sheev sets his teeth lightly on Anakin's earlobe, teasing the skin there as he waits for the boy's answer. When it doesn’t come immediately he bites a little harder, tightening his jaw against the flesh he has trapped.

Anakin hisses and nods, “Yes. Ah! Ouch.” He makes a face as Sheev lets go, propping himself up on his hands over the Jedi and looking down at him.

“Was that okay?” Anakin nods, eager to continue.

“I’m alright.”

Palpatine nods and sits up on his knees, shifting to get between Anakin’s legs. The boy helps him by spreading his knees, allowing his elder lover between them. Light fingertips dance along the youth's belly, as Anakin watches him with wide eyes, his plush mouth slightly agape. Palpatine’s mouth curls into a smirk, letting his hands trace over Anakin’s body. He admired the boy’s thighs, thick with muscle. He curled his fingers to lightly scratch at the skin available to him. Anakin lets out a low moan, and so he does it again, harder this time. A hiss leaves the Jedi’s lips but his cock also twitches with it. “You liked that.” He observes casually, eyes not leaving the aching cock resting in tanned skin. Anakin nods.

“Yes, sir.” He whispers, arousal finally catching up with him. A pale hand moves from his thigh, back to stomach, raking his nails over his abdomen. Anakin moans at the feeling. He’s always like it when the chancellor rakes his back when Anakin takes him, so it’s not a huge surprise that he likes it elsewhere as well.

“Very good, Anakin.” He replies softly, seemingly distracted by the sight of his Jedi lover splayed out for his pleasure. “Are you ready to begin?”

Anakin blinked at him. “Begin?” Palpatine huffed, leaning over to reach for the nightstand drawer on Anakin’s usual side of the bed. He pulls out their bottle of lube, settling back on his heels and watching Anakin closely.

“Yes, my boy, to begin.” Anakin’s breath hitches in his chest as he nods ever so slightly to his lover. His stomach tightens for a moment in nervous anticipation as he hears the snap of the lid pop up. He watches as long, thin fingers are coated in clear jel. Palpatine also drizzles a little bit onto the underside of Anakin’s erection. He startles a little at the cool feeling. “It’ll help to touch you in a familiar way as you adjust to the new sensation.” He clicks the cap shut and tosses the bottle near Anakin’s hip for easy access. “Now, just relax, Anakin. If you feel any pain or discomfort, let me know. We can readjust, or if you want, I can stop.”

Anakin takes a deep breath, and nods, relaxing his body. He keeps eye contact with his lover, finding the familiar ice blue eyes comforting. He’s very aware that the slickened hand disappears from his peripheral vision. Sheev’s dry hand slides to curl around the back of his knees, pushing it up toward his chest. “Legs up, Anakin. No need to be nervous. You know I’d never hurt you.” The boy nods again and Palpatine’s eyes drop to settle between his legs. He feels a light brush of skin against the back of his thigh. He jumps just a little. Palpatine shushes him, the hand still holding his leg up rubs gentle circles into this thigh. “You’re alright, Anakin.” He presses the pad of this thumb against Anakin’s ballsack, massaging gently before dragging his thumb lower, into the crease of Anakin’s ass to circle gently around his puckered hole.

Anakin clenches up at the feeling, but is soothed into relaxing for his lover. He feels slick fingers replace the thumb, pressing and circling more firmly until a boney pointer finger presses in. It’s a strange feeling. It doesn’t hurt in the slightest, it just feels tingly and sensitive. Jedi and Chancellor lock eyes and Anakin feels his lover’s finger slide the rest of the way inside of him. A small gasp leaving him at the feeling, focusing on the way his rim clenches over the base of Sheev’s finger. After a moment, Palpatine pulls it out slowly before sliding back in. Even that small amount of friction is enough to pull a moan from the Jedi. “Oh.” He says softly, eyes glued to where a thin wrist was working under his still aching erection.

A warm chuckle left the elder, “Is that right?” He teases softly, repeating the action in the same slow, careful movement. “Do you like being fingered, Anakin?” He croons softly. Anakin moans again, his Chancellor’s filthy words add to his arousal.

“Y-yes, sir. Ah-!” His head thumps back into fluffy pillows, panting at the steady pace his lover was now working on him.

“What a naughty little Jedi, you are.” The elder whispers, enjoying how easy it was to push his finger in and out of the boy under him. He watches Anakin closely but sees no discomfort in his body language. “Anakin, I’m going to add a second finger now. Let me know if it’s not to your liking.” He sharpens his voice just a little to catch the boy's attention. The needy, young thing had been all but writhing on one finger. He carefully pulls out, adding a second finger and slowly pressing against the tight muscle of his boy's back side until it gives in under his pressure and lets him slide both fingers into him. He pauses once he’s about halfway in, giving his partner a moment to adjust. “Any discomfort?”

Anakin shakes his head, curls bouncing every which way as he does. “No, not…” He trails off, licking his lips. “Just give me a second, doesn’t hurt but it’s definitely a stretch.”

Palpatine nods, his free hand stroking the inside of Anakin’s tanned thigh. “That’s fine. Do you need more lube?”

The Jedi is silent for a moment before nodding. “Yes, please.”

The Sith smiles down at his prize. “So polite. Was this what it took to get you to have manners?” He jests, reaching for the lube, and carefully sliding his fingers out, adding more to his hand before smoothly sliding both fingers all the way inside of his boy’s tight, warm body. Anakin groans at how easy it had been, he feels full now, with just two fingers in him. Palpatine holds himself there, once more waiting for Anakin to adjust. “Just had to fill you up with something, hmm?”

Another groan leaves the youths throat, kriff, if the chancellor doesn’t stop talking like that, he’s gonna cum way too soon. “I don’t- I don’t know… maybe.” He admits, his cheeks heating up at his own words. He can’t deny it feels good, to be full, to have to trust his lover to know what he’s doing.

A low hum sounds through the room as the chancellor reaches up with his dry hand to wrap around the base of Anakin’s neglected cock. The fingers buried inside of the Jedi began to slowly pull out as the hand on his cock began to pull upward towards the head at the same slow pace. The noise that leaves the chosen one’s throat is one Palpatine will never forget. High pitched and a little whiny.

Anakin pants loudly into the room as his older lover prepares him. Slowly, but surely, Sheev picks up the speed of both hands to a more casual pace, the fingers inside of him spreading out to help prepare Anakin for a third. “You’re doing so well, my boy. You’re a natural, truly.” Anakin lets out a shaky ‘ha!’ at the words, knowing them to be a taunt, but too lost in the sensation to respond. Instead, he bucks up into the hand on his cock, which occasionally pauses to squeeze his base to keep him from cumming.

“P-please, Shee- Sir, Chanc- Please. Need to cum, gonna cum, ‘m so close.” Anakin writhes on blood red sheets and Palpatine doesn’t think he’s ever found anything so arousing before. Watching his Chosen One beg and plead for release as he writhes on his true master’s fingers. Suddenly, he needs to take the boy completely. Needs to see him stretched around his cock while he lays claim to the chosen one’s body. His cock throbs in his trousers and he growls at the irritating constraint.

“Just a moment, Anakin.” Thanking Bogan himself that the boy was too far gone to catch the roughened tone of his lover's voice. He pulls his fingers out, and squeezes the base of the youth’s hard cock, making sure he wouldn’t cum before Palpatine at least had his fingers back inside of him. He snags the lube and hurriedly pours more on his fingers. “I’m going to add a third, Anakin, and after you adjust, I’ll let you cum.” Palpatine states matter of factly.

“What about you?” Anakin asks, looking as concerned as he could be given his frazzled state.

“You are a young man, Anakin. Have you ever tried to climax more than once?” He asks, finding it hard to believe the boy hadn’t at least tried, especially out in the field where he didn’t have anyone to turn to.

“A few times when I was younger, but not with a partner ever.” Anakin admits to him. Sheev nods, making note of that information.

“Would you be opposed to me trying to get more than one orgasm out of you tonight.”

The boy’s massive shoulders shrugged before shaking his head. “I dunno if I can, but feel free to try, I suppose.”

Ice blue eyes glittered at the permission, and his slick hand returned between the Jedi’s thighs. He presses two fingers back inside of the boy, stretching him with two before pulling out and slowly pressing all three back in. A loud moan leaves Anakin and Palpatine smirks. “Oh, you like being stretched wide open, don’t you?” He slides his fingers further inside, slowly coaxing the boy to take all of them to the hilt. Once settled all the way inside, Sheev’s other hand wrapped around his cock, taking on the same slow pace he took up when he added his second finger. The youth whined, squeezing the fingers inside of him repeatedly as he focused on the sensation of being so full.

“Kriff.” He groaned, his hand tugging at the bindings around his wrists, wanting to reach out and touch himself, his lover, the sheets, anything to help him get a little bit more of a grip on his surroundings. The torturously slow drag of three fingers inside his body is enough to have him whining, the added pleasure of a hand on his cock had him leaking profusely. It takes longer to adjust this time, but eventually, the fingers move within his body easier, and the hand on his cock speeds up. He whimpers and tries to buck into the pleasure, but it's more difficult when there is something inside of him.

“Easy, Anakin, I’ll let you cum.” Palpatine reassures, waiting until his fingers can move with an effortless ease before pressing them all the way in and crooking them, searching out the boy's prostate. He knows he’s found it when Anakin yips and jumps under his touch.

“Oh! Sheev! Oh kriff, what was that?” He pants. What little of his mind he’d managed to collect in their brief interlude was now lost to him again, especially when his lover pressed into the spot that has pleasure spiking through his spine and spreading through his whole body once more. “Ahh!”

Palpatine watches with hungry eyes, pressing down on his boy's prostate with every inward thrust of his fingers. “That is your prostate, Anakin. It is a very sensitive gland that will help me make you cum tonight.” He presses into it again, his pace speeding up to actually get the boy off, wanting him shaking and sensitive when he takes the Sith’s cock for the first time.

Anakin sobs under his touch, writhing and glistening with sweat. He’s so close, he can feel his pleasure climbing higher. The hands on him, in him, don’t stop, coaxing him to his climax with steady taps to his prostate and a smooth glide over his cock. When he cums, Anakin lets out a high pitch keen as he does, whimpering and moaning breathlessly as Palpatine continues to fuck him through it. It’s the best orgasm he’s ever had. When it finally recedes, his muscles are pliant, relaxed into the mattress, and he watches in a daze as his lover carefully pulls out of him.

“Are you alright, my boy?” Palpatine asks softly. Anakin nods, watching the politician as he crawls over his body to rest on top of him. He caught a brief glimpse of the lust stirring in the elder’s eyes before he leans down and captures Anakin’s mouth into a searing kiss. The Jedi groans at the feeling, his stomach swooping as a tongue demands entrance to his mouth. He surrenders happily, letting his own tongue tangle lazily with his lovers. The kiss breaks for all of two seconds before he’s being swept into another one. It’s hungry and full of a possessive passion that he doesn’t typically see in his smaller lover. A hand comes up to tangle in his hair, gently at first, but then it tightens and he’s pulled back so thin lips can trail down his jaw to deliver hungry kisses to his throat. It’s like Palpatine is in his own world, lost in the feeling of having Anakin’s skin under his mouth. He kisses upward, sucking and nipping at any part of Anakin he can reach.

Lips tease against the shell of his ear. When the elder speaks, his voice is low and rough with desire. “I’m going to fuck you now, Anakin.” The Jedi whimpers when he feels his lover's erection pressing into his hip. Palpatine sits back, crawling off the bed so he can strip out of his clothes. He barely pays attention to where they go, his eyes never leaving the beautiful force-given man currently whimpering for his cock. “Gods, you’re a gift to me, have I told you?” His voice comes out a strangled growl, as he loosens the ties on his trousers and he shoves them and his breeches to his ankles, hastily stepping out of them and crawling back on the bed, now just as nude as his writhing counterpart. He crawls back between strong legs and pushes them wide apart, admiring the view of the chosen one’s loose hole and half hard cock, his own muscled belly splattered with his release. “You’re beautiful, my Anakin.” He murmurs, hands tracing everywhere they could reach.

Anakin’s eyes were latched onto his body, he’s older now, and thin, but there is still a hint of muscle in his chest, and shoulders, as well as his legs and back. “Back at you.” Anakin murmurs, his cock twitching against his stomach at the sight of his lover's own member standing proud between his legs. A low, needy moan leaves his throat at the sight. Palpatine reaches for the bottle of lube, opening it and pouring some into his palm. He coats a liberal amount onto his cock and closes the lube, tossing back on the bed. He strokes his erection slowly, enjoying the feeling of finally getting some stimulation on his aching cock, noting the way Anakin’s eyes don’t leave him. “Is this what you want?” He thrusts his hips forward obscenely, his cock jutting out from where his hand was curled around the base of it.

The Jedi nods, his mouth dropping open at such a crude act coming from his normally mild lover. “Yes, sir. Please. I want you to fuck me, sir.” Anakin’s nearly babbling, so lost in a haze of submission and sex, he can’t think about anything other than how his lover's cock might differ from the feeling of his fingers.

“Such a good boy.” Palpatine praises, leaning forward to brace one hand beside Anakin’s hip, the other rests at the base of his own erection, lining it up to the shiny entrance. “Are you ready?” He checks, watching Anakin shift and squirm with anticipation underneath him.

The boy nods, whining impatiently. “Yes, please. Please, fuck me.”

Palpatine smiles, watching his young lover's face as he slowly presses inside of him. Anakin’s mouth drops open at the stretch. Once the head is completely in, Sheev pauses, waiting for Anakin to process. Once he takes a deep breath and nods to Sheev, he presses in further, slowly feeding himself into the body beneath him inch by inch. “You’re so tight, Anakin. You feel incredible.” He groans. It’s taking everything in him not to pin the boy’s hips to the bed and plow him until he fills him with his seed.

Anakin gasps at the stretch, whimpering as he’s slowly filled far better than fingers ever could. It seems to take an eternity before thin hips settled in the cradle of his own. Palpatine sighed above him, buried inside of him completely. It wasn’t as weird as Anakin assumed it’d be. The stretch felt a little overwhelming, but it didn’t hurt. It stung a little but combined with the feeling of the head of Palpatine’s cock sliding against his walls, it leveled out to feel kind of good. He still felt a little over sensitive from his orgasm, but he thought that the endorphins still coursing through him might be the reason it isn’t as bad as he assumed it’d be. That and Palpatine’s endless patience.

Palpatine settled over the boy, leaning down to kiss him, distracting himself to give Anakin time to adjust. He pulls a plush bottom lip between his teeth and tugs at it, before soothing the bite with his tongue. Anakin groans beneath him, muffed by his own mouth as he devours the boy. By the time he pulls away, Anakin’s lips are swollen from his own and the boy’s cock has returned to full mast.

“Please move. Need you. ‘M ready, promise.” He begs, needing some stimulation. Palpatine watches him with sharp eyes as he slowly begins to roll his hips, reveling in the way Anakin gasps at the feeling. “Faster.” He demands, strong legs curling around his waist to force him in deeper. Palpatine lets out his own gasp at the feeling.

“Anakin,” He growls warningly, worried he’ll be unable to keep control over Sidious if the boy keeps pushing him. “I’m trying not to hurt you. Show me you can be patient, yes?”

Anakin lets out a bratty whine, and if Palpatine was more focused on the boy instead of himself, he might’ve punished him for it. Instead, he reaches between them to push at one of Anakin's legs, shoving it upward so he can hook it over his shoulder. He pauses for a brief moment, situating himself better and chuckling down at his companion. “I’m not as young as I used to be.” He jests. He gets a shaky smile for his efforts, but before the youth can come up with a verbal response, he pulls out halfway before pressing back in to the hilt, smiling when the new angle helped him slide right up against the boy’s prostate, bringing a whimpered moan out of Anakin. “Awe, is that what you needed?” Palpatine crooned down at the young man, as he arched under him.

“Yes. Yes” Anakin whispered frantically, “More, please.”

Palpatine huffs, drawing back again and thrusting forward, minding himself just enough to not hurt the boy. He settles into a moderate rhythm. Watching his to-be apprentice writhe under him. “Such a beautiful boy.” Palpatine croons, drawing a little further out of his lover's young body before pressing back in. “I should’ve known you’d like it a little rough, Anakin. There’s nothing gentle about you.”

Anakin groans, finding it difficult to push back into his lover's thrusts with one leg thrown over his shoulder, but kriff does it allow the elder to push in so much deeper. “Please touch me.” He begs, cock pulsing against his stomach. “I’m close again.”

Palpatine grins at the sight of the boy, his boy, breathless and hard as he takes cock like he was born for it. “Is that right? Does having my cock in you make you need to cum, Anakin?” He taunts the Jedi, he can’t help himself, it’s such a pretty sight to watch him nod frantically and beg for the Dark Lord himself to touch his cock. Sheev murmurs soothingly to him, shifting his balance to one of his hands, while the other presses into Anakin’s chest, flicking and pulling at the pebbled nipples, relishing in the cries he coaxes from the youth’s throat.

Anakin keens as he’s forced to endure the rising pleasure within him. He’s so close, all he needs is for someone to stroke his cock a few times, he’d be lost. Instead, he writhes on his lover’s cock and makes a note that he’s never this cruel to the other man. “I never taunt you like this.” He whispers, hoping to gain some sympathy. Palpatine just laughs at him.

“That’s because you’re far nicer than I am, Anakin.” He says. The response brings a whine from the boy's throat.

“Harder, please. Need more.” A low growl is ripped from the Chancellor’s throat at that. He doesn’t respond, simply letting his hips snap rougher against him. Anakin moans at the feeling, each and every thrust directed right to his prostate. “Sir, Sir. I’m- I’m gonna cum! Ahh!” Anakin’s back arches off the bed, and finally, Sheev decides to lower his hand to curl around the boy's cock.

“Let me feel you. Cum for me, my boy.” Palpatine gasps, feeling Anakin already tightening around him. He keeps up the sharp pace he’s set, stroking the boy’s cock furiously. Watching the Chosen One himself arch up into him and let out a shout as his cock twitches in a pale hand and spurt all over his own chest and stomach. It pulls a growl from Palpatine, who has to close his eyes in fear of his lover seeing them turn golden. He tries to control himself, keeping the dark side locked away, but the tight clench of his lover's muscles leaves him breathless.

Anakin sobs with every thrust to his prostate. Palpatine doesn’t slow down in the slightest as he fucks him through arguably the strongest orgasm Anakin has ever had. Anakin mewls and squirms under him. “Too much. Ahh! Too much, Sir, please.” Palpatine’s hand fell off of his cock and he dropped the leg off of his shoulder, falling to his elbows. Anakin lifts his legs up and curls them around his lover's torso, letting Palpatine find his pleasure.

Sidious claws at him, wanting to take the boy with all of his power on display for Anakin to see and feel, but he holds back. There will be time for that later, when he safely has the boy as an apprentice. He thrusts into the pliant body under him, letting his mouth steal random nips and kisses to strong shoulders. “Such a good boy for me.” He coos, snapping his hips roughly into the velvet vice wrapped around his cock. “All mine, aren’t you?” He murmurs lowly, needing to hear Anakin voice the Sith’s claim over himself.

“Yours, all yours, I promise.” He whimpers, body shaking from over stimulation.

“That’s right.” He hisses, his hips stuttering as his orgasm approaches. Images flash in his head, of Anakin writhing under him with golden eyes of his own. Of those pretty little whimpers calling out ‘Master’ instead of ‘Sir’. Pleasure swelled in his core and his cock twitched inside of Anakin, making the boy let out a startled gasp. He chuckles. “Can you feel me twitching in you?” He asks lowly, his lips pressing against Anakin’s ear.

“Yeah.” He mewls, his voice going higher pitched at the end as his prostate is struck once again.

“Would you like to feel me cumming in you? Filling your tight body with my seed? Do you want me to claim you in the most primal of ways? Hmm?” Anakin nearly shrieks at the way Palpatine’s hips snap even harder into him, arms yanking at the silk ties to no avail. “Answer me, boy.” His tone a stern command.

“YES! YES, SIR! Please, please cum in me. Want it, want to know what it feels like.” Anakin babbles, his knees hitching higher to give Palpatine all the access he could ever need.

“Good boy.” The praise came out whispered, the pleasure taking over Palpatine’s body as his climax finally hits. He thrusts into the boy's hole once, twice, three more times before pressing himself as deep as he could go and releasing himself into the tight, young body beneath him. “Oh, Anakin. My good boy.” He whispers, close to babbling himself as he nearly blacks out at the pleasure. He stays there, with his chosen one pinned under him, until he’s able to think again.

When he lifts his head to check on his lover, he finds Anakin with his eyes closed and a dopey grin on his face. He chuckles, a burst of affection running through him at the sight of that smile. “I take it you enjoyed yourself.” He hums softly, shifting on Anakin’s chest so he can stroke his fingertips down the youth’s sharp jawline.

“That was-” He stops to huff out a laugh, deep blue eyes meeting Sheev’s own. “You’ve been holding out on me.” Anakin chuckles, his eyes sparkling with a tired enthusiasm. Palpatine chuckles with him.

“I didn’t want to scare you off.” He admits, his fingers still drawing patterns into Anakin’s jaw. The boy turns his head to brush their noses together, just the feeling of being this close seemed to cause his eyes to darken some.

“That could never happen.” Anakin promises with a surety that makes another bolt of affection spread throughout the Sith’s body. He leans down, capturing his lover's mouth in a kiss that screamed the words Palpatine could never say. It was slow, and deep, and passionate, and it settled something in Palpatine’s old bones that he couldn’t even begin to try and name.

“Good.” He whispers, allowing himself to stay close for a few seconds longer before stealing another kiss and pushing himself up. “I’ll be just a moment, Anakin. I’m going to get a cloth to clean both of us off you, then, I'll untie you.”

He disappears into the ensuite ‘fresher for a moment before coming back with a damp hand towel in hand. He carefully wipes up all of the semen from Anakin’s strong chest and torso, very gently wiping down his soft cock as well, earning him a few disgruntled whimpers. He shushes his boy quietly, “I just needed to get everything,” he reassures. Then, he crawls between the Jedi’s legs once and admires the sight of Anakin's puffy hole, slowly leaking white release down his crack, giving it a pearlescent look to it. He groans at the sight. Had he been a younger man, he might want to wait a few moments and take the boy again. Alas, perhaps in the morning. For now, he commits the beautiful sight to memory and gently goes about cleaning his Jedi up.

“Like what you see?” Anakin taunts softly. Sheev gives him a mild warning look.

“Were I a younger man, I might make you wait here a few more minutes and take you again. You’re very pretty, all full of me.” Palpatine says it with zero shame, smirking when Anakin’s eyes go wide at his words. He finishes wiping Anakin up and tosses the cloth to the floor. He also finds the bottle of lube in the blankets and sets it on the nightstand.

He joins Anakin at the top of the bed and works to knot out of the scarf, tossing it to join their clothes and the dirty cloth on the floor.

Anakin lowers his arms slowly, rubbing his wrists and clenching and unclenching his fingers. Palpatine flipped back the covers on the bed and they both scrambled to crawl under them, their arms and legs tangling together as they settled in for the night. Lastly, Sheev reached for the force collar, letting it hiss open and unlatching it from the boy’s beautiful neck. He tosses that on the nightstand as well before finally settling down for the night.

Anakin is already tucking himself into the crook of Sheev’s neck. “Did you like it?” Sheev asked, needing the reassurance that this was what Anakin had wanted.

He nods sleepily against a pale shoulder. “Yeah. Was nervous at first but… it felt really good. Will probably be feeling it tomorrow, though.” He huffed, amusement lacing his tired tone.

Palpatine hummed in agreement. “Yes, I imagine so.” They fell silent and it was only a minute later when a soft snore reached Sheev’s ear. He smiled, reaching out with the force to shut the lights off before snuggling into the warm body against his. His boy, his chosen one, his. He kisses the wild nest of curls in his face and closes his eyes. Looking forward to the future now more than ever.