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CATEGORY: PWP
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: Obi-Wan, a tied up Qui-Gon and edible paints
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This bunny came into being on MA chat. Catnip
tossed in the edible paints and I was off writing. Thanks go to
Catnip for beta reading and MA chat who unleashed the bunny.
Feedback and constructive criticism is always welcomed.
DATE: August 10, 2000
Sunlight spilled its golden hues across the bed, gilding the
figure lying on it. Once more Qui-Gon Jinn pulled lightly on
the restraints that bound him to the four bedposts. The silky
tethers were soft but strong as he tested them once more. His
blue eyes darkened as he quietly regarded the man standing at
the end of the bed.
Obi-Wan Kenobi felt his breath catch at the sight of his
beautiful Master spread-eagled and vulnerably naked on the bed,
his skin gleamed softly in the light. It was a sight that
Obi-Wan had only enjoyed in his dreams until now. The big body
was completely relaxed, penis lying flaccid in a nest of
chestnut brown curls, something the Padawan planned on
rectifying very soon. Long, silver brown hair fell across the
white pillows, free from its usual ties. He licked his lips,
gazing at the feast before him. So much to explore, to taste
and smell and touch.
He let his eyes caress the lax body as he freed his belt and
sash, letting them slip to the floor with a quiet thud. A smile
of satisfaction shaped his lips as a slight shiver of
anticipation rippled through the Jedi Master's body and
migrated to his shaft. It started to fill out as Qui-Gon
watched him run his hands down his chest, pushing the tunics
aside. He caressed his own nipples, rolling them roughly
between fingers and thumbs, before shrugging the tunics off his
shoulder, baring him to the waist.
Turning away from the bed, he walk the few steps to reach the
small table he had set up earlier. He could fell his Master's
eyes following him. Deliberately, he bent down farther then he
needed, feeling his pants pull tightly across his rounded
buttocks. Very quickly, he arranged the paints on the table and
moved it all closer to his bound Master. He dipped his finger
into a flourescent yellow paint, raising the colored finger to
his mouth. The tip of a pink tongue darted out to lick it. The
fruity taste of the edible paint exploded across his taste
buds. Qui-Gon watched him with hungry eyes, eagerly
anticipating the return of his lover's fingers on his body.
Obi-Wan's finger slid from his mouth with a soft popping sound,
sending a shiver down the Master's spine. He swirled it lazily
in the yellow paint again as he smiled wickedly at his
squirming victim. Desire and anticipation shone from those
changeable eyes making him shiver under that heated look.
Qui-Gon twisted in his bounds, as his Padawan moved towards his
feet.
Obi-Wan felt the warm flesh shiver beneath those yellow coated
fingers as they trailed lightly across the top of one large
foot. Green paint adorned his other foot. Qui-Gon's hands
flexed as he began to work his way up his legs, oh so slowly.
Painted animals in green and yellow adorned his calves and
feet. Shades of blue and yellow illustrated the sun and stars
on his knees.
Obi-Wan moaned at the taste of the purple paint as he smeared
it across his lips and tongue. Grappa Melon! His lover renewed
his struggle against his straps. Returning to his canvas, he
could see Qui-Gon's penis lengthening, growing harder. Dipping
his head slightly, he let his long, thin braid skim across the
thick muscular thighs. It slid across the soft skin of the
older man's inner thighs, causing him to moan and twist harder
in his restraints. Purple vines wound over and between his
thighs as Obi-Wan slowly moved up his body. Inching closer to
the heavy erection waiting for him. Passion-filled eyes looked
up at him as Obi-Wan bent closer to drop a light kiss on the
tip of Qui-Gon's hardened flesh as he debated his next colour.
All the time, he sent the tastes of the paint across their
bond. The overly sweet taste of the pale blue ginga fruit, the
tart, almost sour taste of the green colla roots.
Channa berries, he smiled. His tongue flicked across dry lips
as one red covered finger lightly, almost reverently traced the
vein on the underside of his shaft. The flavor was sweet,
slightly tart and made his mouth water in pleasure. It was
Qui-Gon's favorite fruit, the channa berries common to most
worlds.
Another finger joined the one tracing his shaft. Red lines were
left behind as the two fingers explored the velvety hardness.
Qui-Gon's breathing was ragged as he raised him head to watch
the long fingers intimately caressing him. Obi-Wan looked up at
him from under silky red eyelashes. Keeping eye contact, the
Padawan lowered his head and slid his mouth over the head of
his shaft.
"Obi-Wan!"
Qui-Gon's shout echoed in the room as Obi-Wan ran his tongue
around the head, slipping it in between foreskin and crown. The
Jedi Master thrashed in his bonds, unable to touch Obi-Wan, as
his Padawan's mouth closed more tightly over his shaft and
started to suck while his tongue eagerly scrubbed away the
paint. Pleasure filled his mind, echoing along the bond between
them. He panted, watching as the reddish brown head moved over
him, pulling him into the wet heat of his mouth and then
retreating to blow lightly on the tip. Obi-Wan shifted, letting
his body lie on the bed between his spread legs.
Obi-Wan could feel his own erection straining the cloth of his
pants. Sucking in a deep breath, he reached for another colour.
Blue stained his fingers as he slid them down to the soft sacs
beneath the shaft. Qui-Gon fell back on the bed, hips arching
up as the fingers traveled even lower. The tightly closed
opening to his body was stroked, leaving behind a blue smudge,
and the taste of dark pleasure.
"Mmm." he hummed against the soft skin beneath his Master's
cock. "My favorite fruit, Master. Dolaberries." His tongue
flicked out, tracing the opening to the other man's body. "I
could eat these all day, Master. The taste of them lingers in
my mouth for hours, especially if they are added to something
else." One coated finger joined his tongue, probing lightly
before slipping slightly inside. Qui-Gon arched his hips,
trying to give Obi-Wan more access to his body. Obi-Wan
chuckled, sensing his Master's surrender and the accompanying
joy of releasing his need for control. It was Obi-Wan's time to
pleasure and care for his lover and Master, to give him as much
pleasure as he could handle.
"You are such a beautiful canvas, my Master. So much to paint,
so many colours to use." The low, cultured voice rolled across
the passion-induced haze of Qui-Gon's thoughts. His world
reduced to only the exquisite hint of fingers dancing across
his body and the warm sound of Obi-Wan's voice crooning over
his painting. He felt another finger slip into him, stretching
him further. Then his tongue was back, replacing his fingers,
stroking deep inside him. So good. His shaft ached, fluid
starting to bead at the head.
"Mmmm," Obi-Wan hummed, fingers dipping into more paint, the
colours starting to blend into an intoxicating melange. "So
beautiful, Qui. The taste of your skin mixed with the paints is
so addictive. I could spend the rest of the day painting you,
and then cleaning off my canvas so I can start again."
"Obi-Wan!" The name was torn from his lips as Qui-Gon strained
against the silken bonds.
"Yes, my Master?" Obi-Wan asked in his best "innocent" voice.
He dipped all his fingers into the various colours. He smiled
as he lifted his hands up to inspect them. Green, blue, red,
purple coating the ten fingers. "Just me, only me."
He shifted his attention to the broad expanse of his Master's
chest. The large nipples were already hard, begging for his
touch. Rainbow swirls of colour were left behind as his hands
slid across the warm, soft skin of his lover's belly, sliding
every so slowly upwards. He could feel the muscles clench
beneath him as his fingers slithered higher, and desire and
love were set lose under his hands.
He licked one semi-hard nipple, laving it into further
hardness. His hand rolled over the other nipple, before finger
and thumb pinched it. Qui-Gon shuddered, his groans rumbling
through the big chest as Obi-Wan licked, sucked and played with
his delicious nipples, worshiping them with his mouth.
Qui-Gon's hands flexed, wanting to touch his lover, to caress
and taste the body just out of reach. Desire and love flowed
across their bond as Obi-Wan lifted his head. The tip of his
braid brushed across the Master's sensitized skin. "Something
you want, Master?"
"You."
The word came out as a breathy moan. Hands moved towards his
Padawan, only to be held back by his silken bonds. Moaning, the
big body struggled against the restraints, squirming harder,
reveling in the darkening of Obi-Wan's eyes. Qui-Gon's pleasure
reverberated across their bond making Ob-Wan gasp with the
force of it.
"You have me." Obi-Wan teased the bushy end of his braid over
Qui-Gon's nipples, enjoying the hiss of pleasure it provoked.
"You just can't touch me." A wicked smile graced his face.
Leaning forward, his mouth brushed lightly at Qui-Gon's,
teasing him. Qui-Gon's mouth opened, begging for a proper kiss
from his Padawan. After a few more light brushes, Obi-Wan
slanted his mouth over Qui-Gon's, tongue delving deep into the
warm recesses of his Master's mouth. Both men groaned as they
tasted each others natural flavor, unenhanced by the body
paint. The older man's hands curled into fists, attempting to
touch the soft skin pressed against him.
Obi-Wan pulled back, eliciting a whimper from his lover. His
own shaft was hard, aching. He could feel it throbbing between
his legs as he gazed down at Qui-Gon. Rivulets of sweat
wandered down his chest, blurring the images of Obi-Wan's
masterpiece. Qui-Gon's muscles flexed with every movement,
making the lines of Obi-Wan's painting move in intriguing ways.
Shifting away from Qui-Gon's side he moved off the bed.
Midnight blue eyes followed his every move as he walked to the
footboard. He picked up a jar of cream from the floor and
climbed back onto the bed between Qui-Gon's spread legs.
"Watch me, Qui-Gon. I want you to watch me." Warm hands,
shaking with desire, reached for the silken bonds tying his
Master's legs to the bedposts. He fumbled with the ties before
finally loosening them. Caressing the long legs, he slid them
up, towards Qui-Gon's body. Qui-Gon bent them, placing his feet
flat on the bed.
The Master's eyes focused on him as he knelt between the two
long, paint-besmattered legs. A prominent bulge strained the
material of Obi-Wan's pants.
"Yes. Keep watching."
The younger man reached across his lover's body for the paints
still sitting beside the bed. He dipped both hands into the
paints then touched his chest. Red and blue lines appeared on
his skin as those long fingers trailed down his chest to his
belly. Qui-Gon shivered in sympathy as his eyes took in every
detail of the masterpiece being created in front of him Green
paint decorated Obi-Wan's nipples before joining the red and
blues trails leading down to his navel.
Slowly, teasingly, he undid the laces of his pants. Qui-Gon's
eyes were fixed on his stained hands as they worked apart the
laces. Finally, the pants fell away and both men shuddered as
Obi-Wan's erection sprang free. Fluid was already leaking from
the tiny slit at the head. Red and blue paint left swirls of
color as Obi-Wan stroked his aching flesh before one blue
stained finger gathered it up.
Keeping his eyes on the older man, he lifted his finger to the
Master's lips. Qui-Gon greedily fastened on it, licking and
sucking it clean. Tart, salty and bitter, the taste was
incredible.
Pulling away, Obi-Wan reached for the cream. His hand shook
with lust as he fumbled the lid off. The cream was cool against
his over heated skin. Scooping out some, he reached down
between his lover's legs. Qui-Gon lifted his hips, seeking his
touch. Blue paint mingled with the cream as he caressed the
closed opening before slipping two fingers just inside the ring
of muscle. The cream was soothing next to Qui-Gon's burning
skin.
The muscle was already relaxed from his earlier ministrations,
letting the fingers slid deeper inside the hot sheath. Slipping
the tip of a third finger inside, Obi-Wan stroked deeply,
feeling how Qui-Gon's flesh embraced him. Reaching deeper, he
found the sensitive gland and grazed it. The other man yelled,
pleasure cascading over him, reverberating along the bond.
"More, Obi. Please!"
His fingers still stretching the tight sheath, Obi-Wan used his
other hand to coat his hard shaft with the cream. The cream
turned into a rainbow of colours from his erection. He moaned
at the feel of his hand sliding over his cream-slicked flesh.
With one last twist, he dragged his fingers from Qui-Gon's
body, enjoying the older man's whimper of desire and loss.
Lifting the big legs over his shoulders, he guided his shaft to
the stretched opening.
Qui-Gon wrapped his fingers around the bedposts, clutching them
tightly as Obi-Wan nudged his opening, the tip just sliding in
past the first ring of muscle. Obi-Wan pushed ahead, feeling
the tip slide in deeper until the head was inside. Qui-Gon
thrust forward impatiently to take in more of his lover,
clenching his sphincter muscles together as he did so. Obi-Wan
groaned as the sheath tightened to nearly unbearable pleasure.
He thrust slightly a few times, teasing them both with the
promise of more.
Obi-Wan's hands slid to Qui-Gon's hips, fingers digging into
the soft flesh as he pressed deeper inside. He looked down to
see his shaft almost fully inside his love's decorated body.
The sight of that flesh surrounding him almost set him off.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he pulled almost all the way
out before plunging back in. His balls met the rounded flesh of
Qui-Gon's buttocks as he slid completely inside this time.
The thrusts grew stronger, harder, Obi-Wan sliding deep and
easily into Qui-Gon's body. He resisted the urge to go faster,
wanting to take his time. His eyes flickered between their
joined flesh and Qui-Gon's eyes. His Master felt so tight
around him, the hot sheath clutching him tightly, clinging
every time he withdrew. Leaning forward, he kissed Qui-Gon.
Their tongues tangled, as the angle of Obi-Wan's thrusts
changed. His penis grazed Qui-Gon's prostrate and his Master
howled in pleasure. Sliding his hips back, he slid back home,
angling for the gland.
He shifted his hands to Qui-Gon's legs as he pulled back from
their kiss, and began pounding into the older man, holding
nothing back now. Reaching for the neglected shaft between
them, he closed his hand around it and stroked it.
Qui-Gon shouted as his prostate was repeatedly brushed.
Obi-Wan's grunts filled the air as he pounded into his lover,
all finesse gone. With a startled shout, Qui-Gon climaxed,
semen spurting over his belly and Obi-Wan's hand.
Obi-Wan's head was thrown back as he thrust hard into him,
their bodies shuddering at the force of his strokes. Sweat
covered his chest, making the paint run together into a sticky,
black mess.
"Come, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispered, his voice hoarse with spent
passion. "Come for me."
Obi-Wan moaned, his body tightening as he thrust hard one more
time and came. His chest heaved as he spurted into the warm
body surrounding him.
Breathing heavily, Obi-Wan slumped across Qui-Gon. When his
breathing evened out a few moments later, he managed to reach
up and undo the sashes tying the other man's arms to the
bedposts. His softened shaft slipped from the other man's body
as he moved. Qui-Gon's arms came around him, holding him
lightly as Obi-Wan laid back down on his chest Sweat covered
their bodies, making Obi-Wan's paintings run together. Their
legs tangled together as Qui-Gon stroked his spine gently, the
touch lulling him into sleep.
Qui-Gon brushed a kiss against his Padawan's sweaty hairline
before letting sleep claim him as well. Just as his eyelids
lowered, he caught site of the table of paints and he smiled.
The smile stayed on his lips as he fell asleep, dreaming of his
Padawan tied naked to the bed while he painted him in bright
colours of the Force.
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