Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Warnings: none
Pairing: Q/O
Spoilers: none
Summary: Two Jedi and a bowl of honey. 'Nuff said?
Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.
Disclaimers: I have some honey in the kitchen. Lucas owns
everything else.
I blame it on him. He sat there, bare-chested and footed,
freshly showered, eating the melon, slowly dipping it in a bowl
of thick, golden honey. One piece after another, his tongue
flicking out to capture the fruit off the fork, cradling sweet
drops in its curve.
"Would you like a bite, Master?" his voice flowed across the
table to me, sticky, almost cloying, like the single drop of
honey caught in the corner of his mouth. I could taste that
mocking voice, and he knew it. I could see his surety, his
belief in his false safety. He believed my control would never
allow me took take that which he so carelessly offered.
What he did not understand was the depth of my hunger.
That single drop called to me, glowing in the gentle light
soaking through the room. I went, pulled, needing to taste the
sweetness on his flesh. With the quirk of his lips, my
resistance snapped like a wire pulled between two irresistible
forces.
His eyes flashed once, quickly as I left my chair, watching as
I bent towards those lips. The honey was sweet, sweeter than
his mouth, which held darker notes, reflections of the man I
now held in my arms. His tongue was soft against mine and when
he moaned, that first time, my
remaining reasons for restraint, for patience, for self-denial
were washed away. I needed to lick, to taste, to feed on his
body and to be fed upon in return.
As our mouths learned one another, my hands mapped this
oft-studied, but newly discovered body. His stomach muscles
rippled underneath my hand, his entire body undulating,
seducing. I traced the shape of his hardness through his pants,
first gently, then with a more definitive pressure. His moans,
or were they mine, filled the air around us as we slipped to
the floor.
I discovered the hollow of his throat tasted slightly of soap,
that his skin warmed easily to my touch and marked quite deeply
to the touch of teeth.
His hair tickled soft against my cheek, his eyes glowed,
indescribably mutable. His hands did not fumble with my
clothes, as I thought they might. When his lips caressed my
nipples, my navel, my hips, I discovered he was not as innocent
as he tried to appear.
I grabbed him up, not willing to relinquish control. After all,
he had offered himself up to me, had he not? Capturing up his
mouth again, I removed his pants, smoothing my hands against
his warm thighs and calves. With a gentle push, I deposited my
tempter on the floor, cradled by my tunics.
He was breathtaking, lying there, muscles tensed with desire,
cock hard and weeping, for me. I had to pinch my lip hard
between my teeth, so not bend over and take him as he was, to
slip inside him, mark him as mine. I wanted him to know,
though, that there was a price to be paid for teasing a Jedi
Master.
Reaching up, I pulled down the bowl of honey. His eyes
narrowed, focusing on the clay dish in my hand, "Master..."
"Padawan." I waited until his eyes met mine, questioning. "You
asked me..." I dipped my fingers in the bowl, covering them
with the thick liquid.
I circled his darkened nipples, feeling my fingers drag, moving
the flesh, teasing. He arched into my touch, graceful,
powerful. His eyes darkened.
"...if I wanted..."
A quick lick to a nipple, a not-quite gentle bite to another
and then I gathered up more of the golden syrup, feeling it
warm in my hand.
"...a bite, and..."
I let the honey drip from my fingers, leaving a trail of tiny
droplets down his stomach. His moans filled the air, coloring
it with our desire. "Please, Master... Qui-Gon..."
"...my answer is..."
I spread the remaining honey over his erection, mixing his
taste with the sweetness as I nipped the hot flesh of his hips,
his thigh.
"...yes." I whispered this against the weeping head as I
enveloped him, sucking hard.
He tasted so sweet, felt so perfect in my mouth. His hips
moved, jerking into my restraining hands. His musk surrounded
me, As he quickened, I slowed, keeping him on the edge. When
his cries lessened, I swallowed him again, feeling the wiry
hair of his groin against my cheek. I was devouring this man,
the man I love. The man who loves me.
I heard him cry out my name, combined with pleas and words of
love. Then he thrust, deeply once, twice. His seed was warm and
salty and I drank of him hungrily, not stopping until he was
clean and soft, slipping from my lips..
I licked my way back up his body, gathering errant drops of
honey on my way. He was boneless, regaining his breath. His
lips were soft and warm as I shared the taste of Obi-Wan and
honey with him. We kissed for an eternity before he wrapped his
hand around my hardness, before I felt his warm tongue against
me, before I let him take me, thrusting into me slow and deep.
As we lie here on my bed, warm and satiated, my beloved Padawan
curled around my body sleeping, I feel no regret.
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