Archive: M_A, Mac & Anna's place
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Category: PWP, first time
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m sex
Spoilers: None
Summary: Obi-Wan wonders what it would be like, and goes far
beyond theory. Feedback: No, of course not, never (and if you
believe that I have a bridge to sell you!)
Disclaimer: all income to LucasFilms, none to me.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to Trinity, who puts up with my
foolishness on a regular basis)
I couldn't say what it was, something seasonal, something in
the air of the world we were visiting, something I'd eaten or
some strange quirk of the hormones. Whatever it was, I was
feeling extremely... motivated. And the target of my motivation
was sitting at his desk scanning through a technical report and
driving his Padawan to quiet dementia.
Not that there was anything particularly provocative in Qui-Gon
Jinn at that moment. He was his usual picture of serene
restraint. Dressed in his standard duty tunics and leggings, he
was leaning back slightly in the chair, one hand holding the
datapad, the other running through his beard in regular,
mindless strokes.
I watched that hand from where he sat on a meditation mat at
the far side of the room. The long fingers would flex, move
against the thumb, then open again.
Long fingers, big hand, the skin is firm and tight and how
would it feel to press my mouth against the palm of that hand
and lick it and suck one of those fingers into my mouth....
Yes, it had to be hormonal. I'd had some fantasies about
bedding and being bedded by my Master over the years but denied
them off as implausible, impossible and outrageous. But with
the persistence of an emotional and physical itch they kept
popping up and I was becoming tired of relegating them to my
"Really Stupid Ideas" list.
I squirmed slightly on the mat, using a little body control to
damp down on a growing erection. Let's not make this too
obvious, Padawan. Seek out your Centre, seek your...
....and centre yourself in him, push inside him and make him
scream with pleasure.
My eyes whipped open and I swallowed. I felt like that had been
broadcast loud enough to be heard back on Coruscant! Yet
Qui-Gon hadn't moved, except to key in the next report and
continue to study it with quiet intent.
I jumped slightly when Qui-Gon spoke. "Are you hungry?"
Yes! But..not food.. "A little. Do we have an engagement for
lunch?"
He swivelled in the chair, one elegant eyebrow raised in mild
amusement. "You don't remember? What is happening to your
thoughts, Padawan?"
Thoughts? Mind? Gone. Obviously the penis and the brain can't
function at the same time. "I know we had a luncheon
engagement, but I wasn't sure if it was for today or tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." Qui-Gon dropped the pad on the desk and stretched,
groaning slightly at the pleasure of working out muscular
kinks.
The sound set off another hitch in the misbehaving flesh
between my legs. Gods! Don't do that! How can I sit here and
watch that fabulous body do that and continue to play the Stone
Jedi!
I stood and headed for the bathroom. "I might have a shower
then, Master, if there isn't anything urgent on our schedule
for this morning." A cold shower, very cold.
Qui-Gon gave a slight non-committal grunt and turned back to
his reading.
As I washed, I wondered how Qui-Gon would react if he was
actually presented with a Padawan on heat? Scorn me? Reject me?
Set me a series of regulating exercise designed to control
bodily functions? Put it down to childish foolishness and
ignore me? Toss me over the bed and ravish me? Well, the last
one seemed sadly unlikely. But some insane, previously
unrecognised crazed part of my brain really wanted to find out.
Even if it meant ruining six years of a perfectly good
relationship????
I couldn't recall ever seeing Qui-Gon doing anything remotely
licentious, even so much as scratching an itch in his groin. If
he'd had any physical relationships since accepting me as his
Padawan learner, I had never sensed or seen any. He didn't seem
to look at men. He didn't seem to look at women. Nor at
Wookies, Denebians or Droids for that matter. Look with desire,
at any rate. Of course, his shields were so impressively strong
he could be a seething mass of lust behind that cool exterior,
for all I knew. It didn't seem likely though.
As I dried himself and pulled on a bathrobe, I tried to imagine
how my proper Master would give himself physical release. Did
he subscribe to dirty vids under another name and view them
late at night while stroking himself? Did he dress up in
disguise and creep out to visit the bordellos, wearing a fake
nose perhaps or dark glasses and a curly wig? Perhaps there was
some as yet undiscovered skill in the Force whereby he could
"dial out" to other people's bedplay and be a voyeur, a sort of
Force Peeping Letz.
The idea made me chuckle and Qui-Gon looked up as I entered the
room. "Something amuses you, my Padawan?"
I cleared my throat and tucked the smile away. "Just a thought,
Master. I have them now and then."
As jokes went, it was pretty lame, but it obviously amused my
Master. "You do, I have noticed it. It gives me a degree of
quiet pride."
The Dark Side was obviously with me as I gave into a bad idea.
I stopped next to Qui-Gon and leant across him to grab the
hairbrush on the desk. I could have walked around, but by
leaning across I allowed the bathrobe to slip open, revealing
an expanse of clean, warm skin to move very close to Qui-Gon's
face.
"Excuse me," I muttered as he picked up the brush. I was aware
that Qui-Gon hadn't moved, was sitting very still and I glanced
down as he pulled back he saw Qui-Gon's nostrils twitch, once.
That was the only reaction.
Well either I had an unpleasant body odour or he was just
annoyed at my rudeness.
I walked back to his floor mat and curled himself down into a
comfortable cross-legged crouch, pulled the wet braid apart and
brushed it as I stared at the floor. Perhas it was just
boredom. There I was, a young man in my prime, on a lovely
world with the best looking Jedi in the Galaxy in the bedroom
next to me and what did I get to do that night? Sleep. So it
had always been and so it would doubtless always be.
I sighed then jerked my head in surprise as a hand came down
from behind to take long length of hair. "Allow me." And
Qui-Gon, sliding down behind me, began to work my hair back
into its braid.
He'd done it many times since it had been long enough to braid
and I closed my eyes, slumping under the familiar touch.
"Do you realise," Qui-Gon said quietly, as he tied in the first
strip, "that had you kept all your hair this length, it would
almost be down to your waist?"
I nodded, eyes still closed. "Longer than yours, I know. I
recall reading about the Padawan braid in my early reading at
the Temple school. The tradition goes a long way back, doesn't
it?"
"A very long way, back to the days of Illarian and the first of
the true Jedi Knights. It was a sign of respect and dedication
but it was also apparently a sign of bonding. The bond between
the Master and the Apprentice."
"Like a chain then," I said sleepily, head rolling backwards.
"In a way. In those days the Apprenticeship was a form of guild
ownership, whereby the parents gave their rights over the child
to the order.."
The voice rolled in its familiar calm flow over my mind so that
I almost fell asleep.felt myself fall backwards against
Qui-Gon's chest and pulled myself forward. "Sorry. Must be the
air of this world, I've been feeling very..relaxed."
"Hmm. Well, there you are, finished." Qui-Gon tossed the braid
over my shoulder and stood. "If you would like to dress I will
get lunch onto the table."
I didn't speak, stood and went into his bedroom and pulled on a
set of exercise leggings and a sleeveless tunc. So much for my
appealing half-nakedness. Had about as much affect as the
blueprint in the centre of the latest issue of Engineering
Monthly. Losing it, Kenobi!
When I returned to the parlour Qui-Gon had set plates was
returning with the food. It was simple fare, fruit and cheese
with bread and juice and I began to peal and slice the fruit.
When I'd prepared enough for both of them I poured some iced
juice into glasses and sat down to eat.
I noticed there were no utensils and was about to get some when
I had a better thought. Collecting some fruit, I began
splitting the Mava, pulling its rich dark red flesh from the
lighter orange skin. Mava was a sweet fruit and very fleshy and
the juice ran down my fingers. Licking them, I ate the pieces
through fully, staring out the window as I licked the sticky
moisture from my fingers.
He was watching me. Now, was it because he was disgusted with
my table manners?
I turned to look at Qui-Gon with all the appearance of
nonchalance as I licked the last of the juice away. Qui-Gon was
sitting with a piece of broken bread on one hand, wearing a
somewhat preoccupied expression. He twitched and finished
eating the bread.
"Is something the matter, Master" I asked, and Qui-Gon shook
his head mildly
"I was merely wondering if I needed to contact the Council
today regarding the latest addendums to the treaty. It's a
minor matter, I believe it can wait until the final changes are
in place. Did you have any thoughts to add?"
"No, you seem to have covered everything." Except me, you
haven't covered me and I really need covering.
He finished the last of his food and stood, wiping his hands on
a napkin. "Well, I will dress then. Our only appointment for
today is a light supper with some of the local dignitaries who
seem to have some interest in meeting two Jedi. That's set for
the eighth hour tonight. The rest of the day is yours,
Obi-Wan."
I had plenty of opportunity during the afternoon to get over my
stupidity and I put it to good use. I studied a dry text on
controlling emotion, did some training exercises in an area
provided for our use and went for a walk into the local retail
area. I came across one of those little shops that sold
naturally produced oils and knickknacks and purchased a
selection that had pleasant odours. By the time I returned from
my wanderings it was almost time for the evening appointment.
I thought I'd managed to forget my earlier randyness, until
then. We had forsaken our duty tunics in favour of garments
provided for us as honoured guests. These consisted of loose
trousers over short boots, a sleeveless high-collared shirt and
a silken long-sleeved floor-length cape-robe. All done in rich
matching colours. It always felt odd to dress "civilian",
though I secretly thought Qui-Gon looked fabulous. They'd given
him clothing in matching shades of blue, a colour particularly
suited to him.
It was one of those elegant affairs were well-dressed people
stood around holding drinks and snacking off trays of small
foods carried around by droids. I'd never particularly enjoyed
those kinds of affairs but our work took us to any number of
them and I'd learned to operate on automatic, smiling,
greeting, making polite conversation. This time, however, I
noticed something else.
My Master was talking to a group of younger people who were
listening to him with rapt attention and standing a little too
close for my liking. One of the, a young blonde about my own
age, actually had the temerity to put his hand on Qui-Gon's
arm.
What made it worse was that it wasn't dislodged. I saw Qui-Gon
bend and say something and the young man laughed. Qui-Gon
smiled in response and after a moment the two of them turned
and walked towards one of the open glass doors leading out in
the gardens.
Excuse me, but that looked a great deal like some sort of
.assignation! Nonsene, they were just talking and he was simply
showing Qui-Gon the gardens. In the moonlight. Alone.
The young woman I'd been talking to probably thought I was
incredibly rude when I cut her in mid-ramble and left. I had no
idea what I was doing and I knew very well I was doubtless
being stupid and over-reacting but it seemed the day for
over-reacting. As an afterthought I grabbed two glasses of wine
from a passing servodroid and pushed through the curtains onto
the patio.
Outside it was dark and warm and the only sound was the music
and muted conversation coming from the room behind me. I
scanned the area and sensed Qui-Gon somewhere up ahead in the
garden. I stood for a moment, mildly surprised at my reaction
before heading off along the path. It was illogical, I knew
that, but I couldn't seem to move beyond the need of the
moment.
I turned a corner and stopped, pulling back into the shadows of
a low bush. There were two figures standing in a pool of
moonlight, standing very close. Too close. I watched the taller
of the two bend his head, saw a pale hand come up to touch..
I knew it was none of my business. I knew I should turn around
and go back the way I'd come. I knew that. I also knew I
unreasonably, stupidly angry. And hurt. And so jealous I
thought I was going to explode from it.
Before I had time to think I moved out and walked towards them.
They saw me approach and the young man stepped back and
actually had the temerity to smile.
"Good evening, Jedi Kenobi. Is everything alright?"
"Absolutely. And your name is?"
The young, indecently attractive young man smiled. "Seraith
d'colbourn. I was just showing your Master the Gardens."
"I'm sure you were." Showing him the gardens indeed!
I knew Qui-Gon was watching me but I had my full attention on
d'colbourn. We stared at each other for a few silent seconds
and he finally had the good grace to pick up what I was telling
him. He bowed very briefly, smiled and turned back to Qui-Gon.
"I hope you enjoy the rest of your tour, Qui-Gon. It's been.a
pleasure."
Qui-Gon responded with brief courtesy and I watched the young
fop head back towards the party. As I turned I realised that
Qui-Gon was looking at me with an oddly intent expression.
"And just what do you think you are doing, Padawan?"
I held out one of the glasses. "I thought you might like.a
glass of wine."
He looked at the wine, then up at me, eyebrows together. "You
know very well I don't drink wine."
I shrugged, feeling foolish and irritated at the same time,
then drank down one of the glasses. "Pity, it's a decent
vintage." Before I could make any more of a fool of myself I
turned and headed back inside. d'Colbourn was standing talking
to some of his friends and he smiled as I stalked by. Although
it looked like a smirk to me.
So I played the polite Padawan for the rest of the evening,
watched my Master being eyed by just about every human in the
room with active hormones and good eyesight and determined
there and then that if he was going to "be had" by anyone, it
would be me - and damn the consequences!
I stood in front of the full length mirror in our quarters and
studied myself, trying to see what someone else would see.
Clothing first, a major visual input. Cream leggings. Cream
tunics and sash. Dark brown boots and matching belt. Durable,
comfortable, workmanlike. Neutral. Neuter. About as sexual as a
loaf of bread.
The physical. I stripped off the tunics and studied my torso,
straightening my shoulders and pulling my stomach in.
Acceptable, no excess fat though I wouldn't minded some of
Qui-Gon's fineness, those slender hips and relatively small
waist. I sighed and made a face: nowhere near as pretty to look
at d'colbourn with his slender golden fairness..a tad too
stocky in fact. At best, healthy-looking. Hmm. I pulled the
belt, sash, boots and leggings off and turned, looking at the
rest with as analytical an eye as I could.
Not a bad butt and I made a pose, smiling at myself in the
mirror. Fool! We were taught from childhood to disregard the
physical beyond mere maintenance. Self-love led to pride, pride
led to arrogance, arrogance to selfishness, etcetera, etcetera.
"The body is a shell for the Force, it should be maintained in
good health, kept clean and fit but egocentricity in matters of
the physical should be avoided at all costs." I could remember
one of my teachers mouthing that when I was young, just
entering puberty and becoming aware of myself as a young male
with certain things growing and changing.
I'd come through that time somehow. The Order frowned upon
promiscuity but turned a blind eye to private liaisons carried
out with delicacy. We weren't supposed to mate, our lives were
dedicated to service and family life interfered with that. Yet
the Order recognised that no matter how we might wish it
otherwise, we were living beings with genetic inclinations that
couldn't be ignored.
I'd managed to ignore most of that sort of thing for a long
time. Some self-gratification, one or two hurried fumblings
with other Padawans and strangers met on missions who I'd never
meet again. My body might have some small experience but my
mind and faith were tied to the Order and to the man who had
stopped being a Father figure to me quite some time since.
I went to my luggage and pulled out a pair of exercise pants
I'd picked up somewhere or other. They were black and made of a
stretchy material that fitted me like a skin. I pulled the
pants on but decided to forgo the tunics and boots. It felt
somehow sensual to have that soft material hugging me, warm and
tight between my legs and around my thighs. Grabbing a towel
and a bottle of water I headed off to work off some energy.
I had the gymnasium area to myself at that time of the morning
and it was a pleasure to work through the warm-ups and into the
weaponless katas without any sort of audience. My balance
within the Force seemed particularly sharp at that moment, I
was sure I could feel it humming in the air around me, as if
pleased with my efforts. The Open Hand katas are almost a
dedication of self to the Force, limited only by the
willingness to give. At that moment I felt particularly alive,
as if I was on fire with life, wanting to join and be apart of
-
I spun around, caught in the flow of the movement, lost to
everything and realised I wasn't alone. The familiar sense of
being watched flickered along the training link and I switched
down to the maintenance movements, focusing on the room,
seeking him.
He was standing just inside the door, hands tucked into his
tunic sleeves, leaning against the wall. Too far away to see
his face but I sensed his watchfulness, nothing more. As
always, the Teacher, judging and assessing. I decided to go for
a jog and began to circle the room, executing backflips and
leaps at equidistant spots around the circuit.
It felt fine to release the fear and throw oneself into the
air, to flow with the Force and one's own body in a dance of
skill and power. I remembered his hands holding me as a child,
guiding me into those early tosses and tumbles, showing me that
I never needed to be afraid while he held me.
I worked down to a trot and then to a walk and stopped before
him, hands on thighs, feeling damp and hot, aware that my body
was sheened by perspiration. He picked the towel up from a
chair next to him and tossed it across to me, holding out the
water bottle as I wiped my damp face.
"You haven't forgotten our luncheon engagement, have you?"
Calm disinterest. My Master at his most neutral. I looked
across into his eyes, his beautiful eyes that always filled me
with such pleasure, and knew it was hopeless. I could have
danced naked in front of him or wrapped myself in ropes and
offered him a whip and he would have frowned and asked, what
are you talking about, Padawan? He had absolutely no interest
in my body other than that it housed his Padawan. I was a fool
to think it could be otherwise.
Feeling mightily dejected for no logical reason I nodded and
headed off for the shower. Time for a reality check, time to be
Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Time to try and ignore
that aching little twist of pain at the bottom of my stomach
that I was sure couldn't be anything fatal. I could live with
things being as they were, couldn't I?
Of course I could. It was simply infatuation. Ugly little word,
infatuation. A prop for unrequited passion. An excuse for
someone who wants the unattainable.
So I showered and we went to lunch and I chatted and behaved
myself as a proper Padawan. Made him proud, I hope, because I
can be very personable when I want to be. I even smiled at the
blonde and thanked him for his hospitality, gave him my most
charming smile and got a quite impressive reaction, I thought.
I think I could have bedded him if I'd been interested. I
wasn't, of course. I had some idea of self-emasculation.
The day came to a successful end with all political problems
solved and we headed off to our transport to return to
Coruscant. It had been a pleasant world, a hospitable people
and I hoped I would never see it again.
We were five hours into the return trip and I was sitting in
the guest lounge staring out the window at the streaking stars
of hyperspace, trying to talk myself into some kind of sense. I
knew I was being foolish but I couldn't rid myself of the
feeling of dejection, of the vision of the years stretching
ahead of me empty of love. It was as if something was missing
and I wondered how it had come about, how a simple foolish urge
to seduce my Master had turned into this, this aching void in
front of my feet.
I felt his hand on my shoulder and jumped. "Obi-Wan, are you
alright?"
Soft, concerned and I looked up into his face. "Yes, I'm fine.
Why?"
He sat down next to me. "You forget, Padawan, we have been
together for six years now and I feel I can sense your moods.
The last few days I've felt your disquiet, and other things.
And now I sense you are very sad."
I swallowed and shook my head. "Not sad, Master. Just a mood."
I tried to smile, to shrug. "Even Jedi have them, moods that
is."
He nodded, reached out and took one of my hands in his. "Yes,
we do. Moods. Emotions. Needs. Even - desires."
I watched his thumb circling my palm and wrapped my fingers
around it, felt his own fingers curl around the back of my
hand. The skin was dry and warm but all I could think of was
the word..desires..
It was probably another ones of those discussion things.
"Desires. I didn't think Jedi were supposed to have that sort
of thing." And my voice hardly shook at all, unlike my hand,
which was starting to twitch in his hot grip.
"Did you? Is that why you've been flirting with me for the last
two days?"
Flirting! "I don't flirt!"
And he chuckled, actually smiled. "No, of course not, my
Padawan. Nor flaunt yourself in my face, nor practically get
into a fight with a perfectly innocuous young man who was
simply talking to me."
"Ha!" I didn't know whether to be alarmed, aggrieved or hopeful
and I certainly didn't know what to say. What do you say to
someone who is sitting very close, holding your hand and
smiling down at you out of knowing, teasing eyes?
You sit there and gape as he lifts that hand, uncurls the
fingers and bends his head to kiss your palm with gentle lips.
Then completely knocks your senses over by rubbing..his
face..against your hand..
Shock and pleasure curled up through me as I watched my Master
stroke his face against my open hand like some tall, exquisite
cat. His beard was rough and smooth at the same time and I
couldn't resist letting my fingers dip into it as he moved,
combing through it to run over his half-open mouth.
"I.don't.understand." I didn't, really. I'd sensed none of
this, surely I should have? His eyes focused on mine and he
lifted his face enough to speak.
"I had to wait, to be certain. Too much is at stake to risk
hurting you for a mere infatuation."
There was that word again. "Yours - or mine?" I looked at him
then, really looked, daring him for a response and saw
something rise in his eyes like a hidden flame. He took my
hand, slid it inside his tunic until it rested on his skin over
his heart. When he spoke his voice vibrated through my hand and
into my own heart.
"I had thought myself past the age of passion. It seems I was
wrong. I am no longer a young man, Obi-Wan, but what I am is
yours, if you wish it."
If I..Delight struck me like lightning and I shook from it. He
smiled again and opened his arms and I wrapped myself around
him. But it wasn't close enough. I squirmed my way up onto his
lap and wrapped my legs around him as well then watched,
impressed, as he hooked his arms under my knees and stood.
"Neat trick, oh masterful Master, " I muttered as I pressed my
face against his neck. He chuckled as he turned towards the
door.
"Showy, but I think I put out my spine."
I arched back, laughing, and ran my hands up the parts of his
back I could reach. "It feels fine to me." In fact, it felt
wonderful, pressed against him, warm in his grip, borne along
by his Force-assisted strength. He moved out of the public area
of the ship, down a corridor and into the first cabin, mine as
it happened, sealing the door behind him with a small Force
flicker. He bent forward to sit me on the edge of the bed, then
sank down onto his knees in front of me.
I reached out and ran my hand through his hair, loosening the
tie behind his head to let the long silver brown mass fall
forward around his face. He slid forward between my legs and
rested his arms across my thighs.
"Who," I asked, as his fingers slid along my thighs with
tantalizing slowness, "seduced who?"
"Does it matter?"
And, of course, it didn't. His wonderful hands were working
their magic, sliding behind me, working my clothing away from
me with such a lack of fumbling that I guessed he'd done it
before, or perhaps it was one of those Jedi skills I hadn't
acquired yet. He was still mostly dressed when I was naked but
I hadn't had time to give it much thought before he pushed me
back, slipped down beside me and kissed me for the first time.
It wasn't just mouth on mouth. It was mouth on everything,
everywhere. Lips, tongue, cheeks, chin, neck, all the way down
over my chest and stomach, exploring every inch with his mouth,
with his beard acting like electrified wiring on the raw nerve
end that my skin had become. I was being eaten alive and I
didn't want it ever to stop.don't stop...
Then he reached my bare feet - his tongue and mouth on my toes,
tonguing the tender skin between them..how did he know that,
know how much I would like it, know what the sight and feel of
his mouth licking my feet would do to me? Up again, up he came
along the inside of one leg. His hands slid behind me, lifted
my ass, my legs fell apart and then that mouth - his tongue
licked me -
"Yes.yes.yes.please.." It was humiliating, I was begging him. I
grabbed his head, tried to push him forward and he relented at
last and that wonderful mouth opened and took me in.
Being fellated by a Master Jedi must rank high on the list of
things to die for. Did he know.know how good it was?.of course
he did. I lost control, groaning and begging and I think I
pulled his hair somewhat but he just hung on and I felt his
throat relax and take me all the way in, in deep and he sucked
and..Force! Yes, it was...unbelievable..
And one finger slid inside me, a clever little insinuation that
I hardly noticed amid the plethora of sensation until it
touched me, high up inside and I - just - exploded.
Everything phased out.
When I was aware again I was lying across a warm naked chest
with my face near his chin. He stroked my head and I blinked
and sniffed.
"Ummm..aahh.."
Qui-Gon's lips were very close to my ear, stirring the short
hairs, making my skin goose bump. His voice was a low, throaty
whisper. "A first, I've never made anyone pass out before."
His mouth wandered down my cheek to my mouth and I closed my
eyes and tasted him, squirmed on top of him, buried my hands in
his hair and forgot reason, sense, intelligence. All I could
think of was him..around me.under me.in me..
"I find that.hard.to.believe.Please."
"What do you want?" my torturer asked as his hands cupped my
ass and his teeth marked my arched throat. "Tell me what you
want."
Words failed. I slid down his slick skin, pushed between his
legs and took the long length of his cock in my mouth. My whole
body was ripe, pulsing with need. I worked on the engorged
flesh only long enough to bring him to full gasping arousal
then slid back up, hands pulling at him, turning him onto his
side so that I could push my back against his chest, my ass
into the hard heat of his groin.
He grabbed my hips, hesitated. "I need.something.."
Yes, sense returned momentarily. I looked about, saw my bag on
the floor a few feet away and willed it to me. Groped inside
and found the small vial of massage oil I'd bought.excellent
forethought on my part. He took it with a grunt, flipped the
top off and poured the sweet oil into his hand. As he rubbed it
into the skin between my buttocks he leant forward to hold my
head, to speak one last need.
"Do you wish this, Obi-Wan.truly.?
"Do I what?! - Force, yes!"
I took the hand that was curled under my head and bit down on
it, sucked the fingers, muttered my pleasure at the hiss from
behind me as another big finger pushed its greased way inside
me. I bent one leg to open myself more to that probing touch,
squirmed back as a second finger joined the first. There was a
small amount of discomfort but I sensed his soothing me through
the Force, a Healing touch to numb the stretched muscle.
Then the fingers were removed and the hand took my hip, pulled
me backwards and .. yes ..held close, head back and blind with
passion as his mouth worked at my throat, his hands holding me
with almost bruising strength, as the long, hard length of him
entered me, trying to be gentle but I pushed back, wanting
more, felt pressure...and .everything.stretched as he moved in
me..moved me somewhere with him.somewhere hot and primal, both
of us. As he took me, I also took him in, surrendered and
intimately possessed, held and absorbed. Joined.
Time distorted. One leg pushed between mine, both big hands
held me, locked together, rocking together. Tried to touch the
throbbing between my own legs but my hand was knocked away and
I whimpered, heard his feral growl as his hands controlled and
subdued me, held me completely within his strength and I
couldn't move, even as I thought to resist he surged forward
again, arched up inside me, stroking there.yesss...gods, so
good.all resistance gone, trapped in the glorious power of his
touch.
His hands took hold of my aching flesh at last to give me
release, burning me with their brutal tenderness as his voice
hissed in my ear. "Say my name."
I groaned, head thrashing from side to side and his hand
stilled, merciless.
"Say it." Demanding, his voice hot on my throat.
"Qui-Gon.please.."
A choked, shivering sound that seemed to satisfy him and the
hand stroked me, squeezed - just - there and I cried out,
convulsed with pleasure as his body rammed against mine so hard
and deep and then.then...I sensed his ecstasy as he filled me
with his fluid heat and his passion and the deep and certain
sense of his love.
Sometime or other, I went to sleep with him still inside me,
arms and legs around me and I should have been uncomfortable
but all I felt was harmony. Two into one. Master, lover.
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