Partita for Mouth Slut

by Tem-ve H'syan

Title: Partita for Mouth Slut
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rating: R
Summary: In one of Coruscant's classier establishments, an observer finds himself fascinated with a mysterious human's oral prowess.
Notes: Written for the "oral fixation" prompt on my Dreamwidth Kink Bingo card and dedicated to Little Owl, who asked for Q/O fic for her birthday.
Warnings: None.

It is not without a certain hesitation on my part that I admit my fascination with this individual; bear with me. As you read this, you will be in a similar position to where I was when I first followed that strange mixture of impulse and invitation that the establishment's hosts (and hostesses, though I did not notice those as much for reasons that will become obvious soon enough) are so adept at extending to unwitting travellers with a generous budget, a discerning taste, and a multi-day layover until the intergalactic transport for the destination of choice docks at the sprawling space ports of Coruscant.

I will, then, admit to having been drawn in by intrigue more than a genuine need, which enabled me to enjoy myself in easier pursuits than are usually associated with the patrons of 'sex clubs': at my leisure, I conversed, observed, enjoyed the surprisingly good food, and allowed the pheromones of at least a half-dozen species to tickle my sensory buds.

Naturally, I was approached more than once during the time I spent there; after all, I am far from misshapen even given my non-human ancestry. To the credit of the individuals who propositioned me, though (Patrons? Employees? Freelancers? I hesitate to pin epithets on what were, in essence, simply beautiful and daring persons), my polite refusals were met with smiles or gestures of courtesy or, in one memorable case, with a cocky invitation to watch the proponent - a middle-aged but pert Togruta female - and her chosen partner for the night at play, as it were.

Although I declined the offer of 'getting an eyeful of headtails' as she had put it, I did indeed find myself observing for the best part of the night, and highly enjoying the activity. Well-appointed and worthy of the capital of the galaxy, the establishment had catered to those desires too, and so I found myself on a sort of gallery a good half-storey above the floor, sharing fruit and couches and scraps of conversation with other observers, some single like me, others in pairs or threesomes discreetly giving rein to the arousal inspired by what was going on below.

If you were to ask me to describe the sheer variety and multitude of the pleasures being indulged in on the main floor, I am afraid you will find me at a loss, and I admit to being a little shamed by this, seeing as I had spent three of my four layover nights at the establishment, and the first I had only wasted in my insipid accommodations because I had not yet been made aware of this delightful place.

No, the true reason for my distraction was The Mouth.

Allow me to elaborate, for you will surely have questions prickling at the edges of your own mouths: The Mouth was a person, a human male and apparently a regular at this establishment. If the rumours and murmurs of my fellow patrons were to be believed, he was said to be a powerful diplomat from one of the core worlds who would come here for several days in a row whenever he had leave to do so. From what I gathered, he had been coming there long enough to build a following, and so I found myself vying for a seat on the gallery couches on the second night, and spending part of the third leaning against the railing, as much for lack of available seating as out of eagerness to get the best possible view.

He was never ostentatious or even overt in his approach, and yet one could not help feel one's eyes drawn towards his commanding presence, for all that he spent a considerable amount of his time on his knees.

The Mouth commanded a large malleable seating cushion that he would lounge in whenever he was not immediately engaged in his pleasure and that of his partners; the mere sight of him in his nude and shameless glory was enough to bring a certain glow to the faces and sexual organs of the humanoids sharing the balcony with me.

He was a fine specimen indeed - tall, well-built but lean, with large hairless feet and hands, long tidy hair and a mobility to his features that appeared to endear him to the humans especially, for I often overheard them commenting on his asymmetrical smiles and the little creases around his eyes that, to their minds, were the result of rather a lot of laughter.

I never did hear his voice in laughter, though I would have liked to. I shall not complain, however, as what I did hear emanating from his mouth was rather pleasant indeed. His voice was warm and deep, as befitted a person of his height, and his accent drew comments especially from the local population.

Conversation, however, was not what had earned him his reputation.

In short, his specialty was offering up his mouth for others' pleasure -and, by happy accident, his own. On the three nights I was fortunate enough to observe, he would simply take over the amorphous piece of furniture in a corner of the main hall and, by smiles and sensuous words, offer his services as a licking and sucking mouth.

He did not appear at any point to discriminate; one day, he would mainly satisfy males, another he would dive into females with a hunger betrayed only by the little pleasure noises filtering through between his partners' louder ones. Outlandish anatomies proved no challenge to him, for he would quest and caress with his lips and tongue until he had found the individual's most sensitive places; in some cases, it would appear that the individual in question had not been aware of those particular ones until his or her encounter with this remarkable man.

Despite his commanding physical presence, his demeanour was never anything other than gently submissive. Occasionally, he would allow his partners to bind his arms and torso in intricate webs of rope, his thighs splayed wide as he sought to keep his balance on his knees with his hair in the death grip of wildly aroused hands and his mouth stuffed with hard, eager flesh.

His own flesh he would harness with a quick loop of soft string, applied blindly and as if by rote, always at the beginning of the night, as he rose from what appeared to be a meditation or consecration of his resting place. A quick loop around his member, another around and between his testes, and if he had not been immediately approached by client eager to sample the delights of his mouth, I would have been willing to bet that he got aroused merely as a result of this practice of restraint.

It certainly served to keep him in a state of more or less full hardness all night, his penis standing out erect and suffused with the red blood of his species, glistening with effort and pleasure and so sensitive that he would hiss and exhale a soft sigh when a passing client touched him there.

Halfway through the third night, he returned to his place after a trip to the washroom carrying a strip of matte black fabric, with which he proceeded to blindfold himself. 'It helps me focus', I heard him say to a client whose presence he must have sensed regardless of his eyes being momentarily incapacitated. His subsequent enthusiastic devouring of her erogenous zones led, after the inevitable impassioned yells and pauses for the catching of breath, to a number of light-hearted quips about 'blinding pleasure', all of which would almost have made me discard my usual courtesy and sexual incompatibility and descend off the balcony to sample the delights of this legendary mouth myself.

But had I done so, I would have missed the best.

To be fair, he did not look like anything much at first (though the man known as The Mouth was still wearing his blindfold and could not possibly have judged him on appearance). A young smallish human male of lighter colouring, unusually fully clothed, tension in every line of his body, his back straight even as he undid his belt to allow The Mouth access to his penis.

But for all that he was unassuming in size and appearance, he must have had something extraordinarily delicious about his sex organs, for the man known as The Mouth suckled on the quickly engorged organ with an abandon that I had not previously seen. In fact, I briefly entertained the thought that the smaller man's skin must exude some sort of aphrodisiac or stimulating drug, for The Mouth was so voracious in his sucking that I feared he would eat the young man alive. Not that the young man minded in the least, of course; the tension in his body dissolved, without ever relaxing, into spasms, and steadied though he was by The Mouth's large hands spanning his buttocks, he still twitched and writhed as if literally electrified by the man's prowess.

The Mouth himself was similarly affected, though, his knuckles white as he dug his fingers into the young man's flesh, and his throat vibrating with deep rumbling moans muffled only by the thick column of flesh filling his mouth.

Given the evident aphrodisiac qualities of The Mouth's ministrations, it took the young man an unusually long time to climax, though neither of them seemed to mind. By the time the young man was writhing and groaning, hands scrambling for something to hold on to, the pair of them had gathered quite a crowd, and for a brief second I saw the young man's face flash bright as he threw his head back, spending himself in his eager lover's mouth.

In the moment of silence that followed, the sound of the young man's heavy breathing was only added to by the soft cracking sound of The Mouth's knees as he rose fluidly, a full head taller than his winded client. Still blindfolded and with a drop of the young man's semen in the corner of his half-open, half-smiling mouth, he placed one hand on the man's upper arm and said a single word that shook the young man to his foundations.

"Obi-Wan."

There is a gravitational pull between bodies compatible with each other, and these two slammed together like asteroids, the young man burying his face in the other's shoulder, inhaling the scent of his hair, all but sobbing words of anger, frustration, familiarity, worship, and wild, primal desire. His hands, meanwhile, tugged blindly on the thong binding The Mouth's genitals, and the knot had barely been loosened as his penis all but leapt into the younger man's hand and he spent himself in a massive, spurting orgasm before the young man's hand had even fully closed around his straining member.

To those of us seeing in spectra other than mere visible light, the radiation must have been blindingly bright, and a suspicious number of eyes turned to see what the cause of the energetic vergence in the corner of the Great Hall was. The roar that should have accompanied The Mouth's explosive pleasure was nowhere to be heard, though.

Well, unless on happened to be the mysterious younger man, into whose mouth the full energy of it was directed.

And so it came to pass, I was told, that the last time The Mouth was seen in his chosen place of pleasure, his voracious mouth was tamed by none other than his own apprentice, sealing mouth against mouth and locking within them the joy and radiant energy of a twosome that has made that particular establishment poorer, but the lives of all who witnessed this rare union considerably richer.

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