Feedback: Yes, yes, but be kind. This is my first attempt.
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Author's Note: For my first attempt at this kind of writing,
I'm a bit surprised at myself. Wasn't hard at all to do, and
hey! Was kinda fun. :D
Disclaimer: While George Lucas owns and controls them, I just
sneak them off the shelf in order to twist my mind further into
the knot of perversion. And unfortunately, I make no money off
of it. And I put 'em back where I found them, I swear!
Qui-Gon Jinn was curled up comfortably in a chair, near the
corner of the room. Although the weak sun streaming in did not
reach him, it cast his Padawan still on the bed in a soft,
appreciative light. At the sight of his Padawan, Qui-Gon smiled
softly. Like a cat, he took up far more room than should be
natural and sprawled inelegantly across the bed. The sheets
were twisted around the lower half of his body, and his upper
top remained bare. The cat theme popping up once more, he had a
predatory smile on his face and his hand twitched slightly on
the sheets of the bed.
The sun strengthened, and its beams strained to penetrate
Obi-Wan's lids in an effort to wake him. It did not take long
before Obi-Wan stiffened and then relaxed before cracking his
eyelids open. Opening his eyes wider when he realized that
Qui-Gon wasn't in the bed with him, he sat up quickly, sheets
still wrapped around him. He found his Master soon enough, and
patted the empty space on the bed near him softly. Qui-Gon rose
in one fluid motion, robes hanging open and loosely upon the
well built and well endowed figure, and moved towards the bed.
Obi-Wan rearranged the sheets, still covering his body. Qui-Gon
sat down, hand resting on the sheet covered knee of his
Padawan.
"Still so modest after what we've shared, my Padawan?" His
voice was smooth, the tone undeniably held deep affection for
Obi Wan.
"It is far to early for vanity, Master." Obi-Wan's face had a
wry smile marking it, and he covered his Master's hand with his
own.
"Indeed, Padawan. And vanity is an unnecessary trait." Qui-Gon
shifted on the bed, legs half tucked beneath him and facing his
Padawan. His eyes held a particular, but very familiar, gleam
in them.
"Tell me, Padawan.." A callused thumb moved in a circular
pattern on Obi-Wan's knee. "..What did you dream about?"
Hardly innocent in the matters of Life and Love, Obi-Wan still
managed to color easily everytime the subject arose. He met his
Master's eyes and held them, while thinking of an adequate
response. How do you tell a man that you love so much it hurts
that you were dreaming about him? Obi-Wan's lips broke into an
easy smile, and his penis stirred to attention as he thought of
his dream. "I dreamt of you, Master."
Qui-Gon smiled, breath catching in his throat. Yoda had once
told him that the best time to make love was in the morning,
and he was hoping to have a chance in order to test the theory.
But, enough of Yoda. His attention was directed to his
apprentice and the way his beautiful lips moved with each
throaty word. The grip on knee tightened slightly and he leaned
forward.
Obi-Wan nodded, shifting his body enough that the sheet
covering him slid off to reveal him and a Quite aroused penis.
He never considered himself to be the owner of a silver tongue,
and Hell, thoughts worked as well as words. He lowered his
barriers to his Master, letting him explore the depth of
emotion that had run in his dream. In open robes, Qui-Gon could
not hide his reaction from his Padawan and his penis
immediately saluted to him. Bracing himself with his free hand,
Qui-Gon followed an impulse and lightly brushed his lips to his
Padawan's.
Obi-Wan caught his Master's lower lip gently with his own
teeth, and leaned into the kiss. Lips opened, and tongues
emerged to tease one another into each others mouth. Qui-Gon
half rose to a squatting position and gripped Obi-Wan's strong
jaw in his hand. He pressed deeper into his Padawan's mouth,
consumed by a passion that surprised him with its ferocity. He
could feel Obi-Wan's hand on his shoulders, pushing the robes
off even as he pulled his Master forward.
Qui-Gon removed his hand from Obi-Wan's cheek and shrugged out
of the robes. Being pulled forward by Obi-Wan, he lay atop of
his Apprentice. Breathing hampered by desire, Obi-Wan pulled
away with a devilish look in his eyes. Qui-Gon had a
questioning look in his eyes, words of concern on his lips, but
they soon died away when he felt Obi-Wan's firm hand grip the
sensitive base of his penis. Qui-Gon smiled and nuzzled
Obi-Wan's clean smelling neck with his teeth. The nuzzling
turned to an appreciative nip as Obi-Wan's hand, naturally
greased from the weeping tip of his penis, began to stroke him
off. Obi-Wan turned his face, nipping and tugging gently on the
lobe of his Master's ear and he shifted beneath him.
Breaking off the stroking, Obi-Wan turned beneath him. His firm
buttocks rubbed against Qui-Gon's penis which grew tighter with
each halting breath that was gasped in. Lost briefly in a
sudden surge of absolute Love for his apprentice, he barely
noticed Obi-Wan's hand guiding his hand to Obi-Wan's penis. He
gripped it firmly and tugged on it to show his approval.
Qui-Gon arranged himself behind his apprentice, free hand
wrapping around his waist and rubbing in a circular motion
above the navel.
The sun blazed on through the window, and it cast a very
peculiar shadow on the wall. Two men, seemingly connected to
one another by an unholy matrimony of body parts. Taking brief
notice of the shadow on the wall, Qui-Gon guided his naturally
lubricated penis and pressed lightly against Obi-Wan's anus.
His young Padawan thrust his hips forward at a particularly
eager stroke from Qui-Gon, and on the backlash, he was impaled
by Qui-Gon's penis. A pleasurable cry broke loose from
Obi-Wan's lips, and at every movement his pleasure increased.
Alternately stroked and rammed from the rear, he could feel his
pleasure mounting.
Qui-Gon nuzzled the nape of Obi-Wan's neck, keeping a steady
hand pumping rhythm. He could feel, through the shared bond the
two of them had, his Padawan's increasing pleasure. He began to
thrust harder, breath catching as Obi-Wan's hand joined the one
jerking him off. When he began to stroke with him, Qui-Gon's
pleasure magnified and he could feel that he wasn't going to be
long in coming. The two of them began to move in simultaneous
motion, pleasure driving all unnecessary thoughts out of their
heads and making them desperate for release.
Obi-Wan thrust his hips forward with each eager thrust, making
soft grunting noises as his penis sought after hard contact
with which to release.. Qui-Gon's hand tightened around his
penis, making the shaft warm and sensitive to the touch.
Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon's nips on his neck. Fevered by
passion, they were likely to leave little teeth bruises. He
bucked hard against Qui-Gon's body, walking the thin line that
divides restraint and release.
"Let go, young Padawan. That's what Love is about." His
Master's breath, hot on his neck, tickled the inside of his ear
and sent a shiver down a spine rigid with pleasure. It took one
last thrust from his Master before Obi-Wan went screaming over
the edge into pleasure.
Qui-Gon nipped his Padawan's neck gently as his apprentice shot
his seed, and he climaxed deep inside his young apprentice's
body. The arm that was wrapped around his torso tightened
around him as Obi-Wan's muscles clenched around his penis,
coaxing more out of it. Obi-Wan's body relaxed, and Qui-Gon
loosened his grip as they came down together on the bed. The
two remained entwined, bodies slick with sweat. Qui-Gon pulled
his robe over them both as Obi-Wan turned his face to his. His
eyes held admiration, and as their lips met, love was shared
equally between their bond.
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