Qui-Gon ran a comb through long, luscious locks, smiling down
at his partner stretched out on sinfully-sensuous silk sheets.
He stretched out a hand and ran it up a sturdy thigh.
"You're beautiful, my love," he said, his voice rich and
melodious. He laughed delightedly at his partner's purring.
"I could say the same."
Qui-Gon began a massage of the warm flesh beside him. "Ah, my
young one. I value so much about you. You move so sensuously,
like a dancer in your lithe grace and charm." He watched
appreciatively as his lover's body moved.
"Yes." Eyes that Qui-Gon could lose himself in sparkled with
wanton joy.
Light shone in Qui-gon's eyes. "We move as one, you and I. When
we use our lightsabers, it's like a dance. Lights and love in
motion, perfect harmony."
"Oh, yes, Master." Qui-Gon shuddered at the husky tone to the
words. How he loved it when his beloved called him 'Master'
that way! The younger man folded his body, crawling toward
Qui-Gon. "Let me show you how harmonious we are in motion."
Lips touched Qui-Gon's cock.
The Jedi Master's head jerked as his apprentice began applying
the lessons he had been taught. Qui-Gon grasped his lover's
shoulder.
"We all wear different faces, don't we?" Qui-Gon's breathing
was short and gasping. "One minute prim and proper apprentice,
the next..."
"All masks, Master," said his heart's desire as he momentarily
released the quivering cock. An almost-feral smile curved his
lips, and he bent to his task again.
Qui-Gon groaned. He reached out and ripped off flesh-warmed
silk.
The mask of Darth Maul fluttered to the floor beside their bed
as he lost himself to madness.
I warned ya! I am sick, twisted, and perverted! ;)
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