It was the worst when he was off on a mission where he couldn't get any time alone. He'd sneak off into the fresher if he absolutely couldn't help it, but those times were never the same. It was so much different when he was alone. He'd remove his cloak first, letting it fall to the floor next to his bed. He'd let his thoughts wander, let them wet his anticipation until he could barely brush against any part of his body with his hand without it sending tiny shockwaves through him.

It had been a while.

He toed off his boots while his hands worked at his belt, which fell to the floor. He climbed onto his bed, still mostly dressed and laid facedown. Moving his hips slowly, he started grinding into the bed. A low moan slipped past his lips. His cock already incredibly hard beneath him. He gripped the bedsheets hard with his free hand as he started rocking into the bed. He grinded his hips down in long, languid circles while his hair fell into his face.

Anakin stopped himself suddenly. He got back off of his bed for just a moment, stumbling as he moved quickly to remove the rest of his clothes. As soon as they were off, he laid back down again, this time face up. Anakin's throbbing, hard cock twitched, leaking precum onto the middle of his stomach where it lay. He spit in his hand, and then wrapped his hand around it, biting down hard on his lips to try and stop himself from crying out. It came out a wrecked sob instead as his hand moved down the long length of it. His fingers brushed against his balls, and his mouth fell open. He let his eyes shut. Adding pressure by tightening his hand around his cock he moved his hand back up. He forced his eyes open, making himself watch as his thick, reddened cock disappeared and reappeared from the top of his hand. His other hand dropped down and cupped his balls. Anakin was almost embarrassed just how quickly he was unraveling. He sped up his movements, only to slow down entirely, hand moving excruciatingly slow down his length. He switched between these, fast then slow, fast then slow.

He tore his hand away right when he was at the edge, not allowing himself to finish just yet. A choked sob passed his lips as his fingers dug instead into the sheets. His cock twitched wildly, slapping against his stomach. He ran his hand down his chest, stopping at one of his erect nipples. Squirming under his own touch, he circled his finger over it before pinching it. He did the same to his other nipple.

"Fuck..." He muttered. He couldn't resist. He brought both of his hands to his cock, lacing his fingers together and letting his thumbs touch. Anakin's cock twitched at the slight touch, and he thrust upwards, fucking into his own fists. He kept it up, whines leaving his lips as he once again grew closer. He wasn't going to deny himself this time. His eyes shut hard as he thrust faster into his hands, tightening his grip for more friction. Anakin switched back in one smooth movement, switching back to jacking off with one hand as he usually did. Moans left him each time his hand slid back up and down his cock. His hand moved as fast as he could, his balls jumping just as rapidly in response.

Anakin came with a loud groan, large spurts of cum landing on his warm chest. He moaned loudly, lips parting as his head dropped back into his pillows. A string of cuss words left his mouth.

His fingers ran up his stomach, and up his chest, collecting his cum along the way onto his fingers. They slid past his lips, some of it landing there but the rest hit his tongue. He sucked on his fingers as he let his breathing normalize. His fingers left his mouth, and he smirked.