Summary: Pure smut folks, I didn't even give it a thin veneer
of a plot.
Disclaimer: They belong to Lucas. All hail the Mighty George!
Anyway, not mine, no money made etc.
Comments: Ah, heck folks. I have no excuse. I was bored and
none of my other fics wanted to play, so I bring you this.
"If you move, I'll stop."
He whimpered at the softly spoken words but did as they
instructed, holding perfectly still as nimble fingers teased
the length of his shaft. They slid downward with feather-light
touches, taunted him with too-gentle squeezes and the
occasional scrape of a fingernail.
He closed his eyes tightly, fighting his body's urge to simply
take, to sit up and push the man before him on his knees, to
bury himself in the sweet, tight heat of his body.
No. He would resist and would do as he had been told. He would.
His torment suddenly increased tenfold as a soft puff of moist
breath caressed his hardness and nothing more. Again, warm air
swirled around his aching flesh in a strangely erotic touch.
A gasping cry and he just caught himself from arching up.
Breathing deeply, he struggled to calm himself, to wait and to
hold still.
The wet roughness of a tongue lapped delicately at the head of
his shaft, curling around the flared tip before ever so slowly
enclosing it in the plush heat of a mouth.
Teeth scraped very gently down the length of his cock as it was
taken deeper into that exquisite softness. His lover paused,
then eased back up slowly, only the very lightest of pressure
and the wet flicks of a tongue against eager flesh.
"Please," he whimpered, biting his lip before any of his other
pleas could escape. His lover pulled back completely, pursed
his lips and blew a cool stream of air over the moist shaft,
wrenching a muffled cry from the other.
"Please what?" Soft lips barely brushed his straining erection,
warm breath flowing over the sensitive skin. He pulled back
completely and Qui-Gon couldn't prevent his protesting cry.
"Please what, Master?" Coaxing words, whispered against
Qui-Gon's belly as his Padawan nuzzled the warm skin. "Was
there something that you wanted?"
Again, the silky touch of a tongue at the head of his cock,
lapping gently at the drops of escaping fluid. "Tell me, is
there something that you want?"
He was not going to answer, no, that too light tone mocked him,
was trying to control him and he was not going to allow it. He
wasn't. Qui- Gon bit his lip harder, tasted copper as he was
taken into the heat of that mouth again.
Obi-Wan pulled his cock deeply inside and sucked hard for the
briefest of moments before releasing him again, returning to
rub his cheek against Qui-Gon's stomach. The cold air hit his
wet cock like a blow and he nearly screamed, biting back
desperate pleas for the return of that warmth.
"Master..." A sigh, Obi-Wan's breath stirring the crisp curls
at the base of Qui-Gon's belly. "Tell me. Please tell me,
please?"
To Qui-Gon, the power seemed to shift almost visibly. The
torturer was begging the victim, the control was now in the
hands of the one most vulnerable and he found the words not as
difficult to say, now.
"Take me in your mouth, give me pleasure. I want you to make me
come, to taste me," he managed to gasp out. Obi-Wan didn't move
but Qui-Gon could feel him smile. A minute. Two. And then
finally Qui-Gon grated out a final word. "Please."
Obi-Wan's reaction was instantaneous. He took Qui-Gon's
erection deeply into his mouth, sucking strongly. A near scream
was wrenched from the older man as Obi-Wan moved over him,
quickly and deeply, pausing only to stroke the tip with his
tongue before again surging downward.
His hands scrabbled over Obi-Wan's head, seeking purchase but
the Padawan slapped them away, taking all control, taking
Qui-Gon's flesh into his mouth...simply taking. And in only
moments he took his master's seed as Qui-Gon did scream,
arching up helpless into the soft heat of his Padawan's mouth
and coming in short pulses of liquid heat.
Trembling, he lay still, shuddering with aftershocks as Obi-Wan
swallowed, the motion oddly soothing against Qui-Gon's
softening erection. Obi-Wan let it slip from his lips, gently
licked the overly sensitive skin a last time before he leaned
up and kissed his master, sharing the bitter salt taste of
Qui-Gon's pleasure.
"There," he pulled back enough to whisper. "Now, you're allowed
to move." A mischievous smile. "That is, if you can."
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