Sequel to: What Goes Around (this picks up right where that one
left off)
Archive: Yes to M-A
Category: Humor, PWP, First-Times
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Please!!
Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon continue their unsanitary
practices.
"Exactly how unsanitary did you plan to get, Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan
asked as he lay in his master's arms. The taste of Qui-Gon's
seed still lingered in his swollen mouth.
"Well, you've already had my penis in your mouth. They use
those for urination, you know," Qui-Gon teased softly as he
held his young lover in his arms.
"I am aware of that, Master," Obi-Wan responded with a laugh.
"But what I plan to do, my beautiful Padawan, I do not believe
we have ever discussed before." Qui-Gon's voice had taken on a
deep, lusty timbre and Obi-Wan found himself responding to it
as his cock throbbed almost painfully.
"Really?" he asked. From his earlier years he could not
remember much his master had not taught him about sex. "What
did you have in mind?"
"Something very, very unsanitary," Qui-Gon breathed as his own
cock began to harden.
"It is a master's duty to educate his padawan," Obi-Wan
prompted as he rubbed himself against Qui-Gon's thigh.
"First, I plan to put you on your hands and knees," Qui-Gon
said. "Then I spread your buttocks apart. And then I taste your
sweet little hole."
"What!" Obi-Wan cried out. He had never even heard of such a
thing. Never even imagined it.
"Get on your hands and knees, love," Qui-Gon instructed. He
watched in amused delight as the young man hastened to obey.
Taking his time, he moved up behind his apprentice. Obi-Wan was
trembling slightly from what Qui-Gon hoped was anticipation.
Reaching out, he ran his hands over the strong back to calm
him. Only when his lover's trembling had almost stopped did he
reach down to gently spread Obi-Wan's cheeks.
Obi-Wan could not help but cry out at the first touch of his
master's tongue at his most intimate opening. Gently, Qui-Gon
ran his tongue over the tight orifice, letting it trail down to
the younger man's testes and back up again. He ran his tongue
around the puckered flesh, laving the area thoroughly. Obi-Wan
was trembling violently as Qui-Gon licked him.
"You taste so good, love. So sweet," Qui-Gon breathed as he
worked his padawan into a frenzy. When he finally thrust his
tongue as far into the other man as he could, Obi-Wan broke.
"Please, Master!" he screamed as he thrashed.
//Tell me what you want, love.// Qui-Gon sent along their bond
while he continued to tongue his lover.
//You. I want you inside me. Please!// Came Obi-Wan's desperate
reply.
//You mean you want me to put my penis in your behind?//
Qui-Gon sent with a chuckle as he drove his tongue in deeply
again.
"I want you to take your cock and shove it in my ass and fuck
me with it until I scream," Obi-Wan growled as he thrust back
onto that wonderful tongue. Qui-Gon pulled back and sat up.
Obi-Wan's crass words had gone straight to his groin and it
throbbed insistently.
"There's oil in the drawer," he instructed. Obi-Wan reached
forward and fumbled in the nightstand for a moment before
tossing a small bottle behind him. He settled himself as
comfortably as he could and thrust his ass back and up.
Qui-Gon quickly coated his cock with oil. Obi-Wan was looking
at him over his shoulder but when he went to coat his fingers,
the young man shook his head.
"Skip the fingers, Qui. I'm prepped enough," he hissed. Qui-Gon
hesitated for a second then tossed the bottle aside.
Marshalling as much of his control as he could, he positioned
his penis at the entrance to Obi-Wan's body and pushed forward.
He thought for a minute that they were not going to be able to
do this, then the ring of muscle finally gave and head sank in.
The Jedi master stilled himself as he waited for his lover to
adjust. Obi-Wan was so tight, it was all he could do not to
thrust forward and bury himself completely. When he felt the
body beneath him relax, he sank forward again. This time, he
did not stop until he was fully sheathed.
Obi-Wan groaned as his master filled him. He had never been
with a man this large before, and while it felt good, there was
no small amount of pain involved as well. Qui-Gon had stilled
inside him again, allowing him to adjust once more. He was
astounded by the man's control. He doubted if he would be able
to hold himself still in similar circumstances. He was touched
by the gentle care. But gentle care was not what he wanted
right now.
"I believe I asked you to fuck me until I screamed," Obi-Wan
said.
"I don't want to hurt you," Qui-Gon replied, his voice
strained.
"I am a Jedi, not a glass bird. I will not break, Qui," Obi-Wan
came back. "Now fuck me."
Hearing those words said in that cultured accent again was all
the prompting Qui-Gon needed. He pulled back and thrust in hard
earning a strangled gasp from his lover. Again he pulled back
and slammed forward. He soon set up a punishing rhythm that had
them both crying out.
"If you want to be fucked, little Padawan, you've come to the
right place," Qui-Gon said as he lunged into his lover again.
"Yes!" Obi-Wan cried out as he pushed back to meet each thrust.
"Gonna come in that tight, hot little ass of yours," Qui-Gon
ground out as he felt his orgasm rushing forward.
Obi-Wan thrust back hard as large hands jerked him backward.
With a roar, Qui-Gon came, spilling his seed inside his padawan
for the second time. The hot splash of cum against his prostate
was enough to push Obi-Wan over the edge as well.
"Qui-Gon!" he screamed as he came, shooting his seed onto his
master's bed.
Qui-Gon held him tightly, letting the other man's orgasm milk
the last of the cum from his own cock. When at last both their
bodies calmed, he gripped his lover around the waist and rolled
them both to the side.
They lay like that until sleep claimed them both with Qui-Gon's
penis still firmly nestled in Obi-Wan's behind.
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