A is for Apple

by Pumpkin

Tangy. Sweet. The flesh is tender beneath the crisp, tart skin. And juicy. It runs in small rivulets down the sides of his mouth.

Qui-Gon takes another bite, releasing some more of the juices and, still holding the apple in one hand, he grasps Obi-Wan's neck in the other, pulling the golden head towards his face. He doesn't have to pull very hard.

An eager tongue comes out to lap at the juices at the corners of his mouth. Lips close over his beard and suck the pungent drops from his face with wet, sucking noises.

Qui-Gon once again exerts pressure on the neck in his hand and watches as Obi-Wan obediently drops to his knees. Before Obi-Wan can take the hardening shaft into his mouth, the apple is pressed to his lips and he bites, licks his lips and chews briefly. Obi-Wan leans forward and takes Qui-Gon's erection into his mouth.

Hot. Cold. Soft of hot silk mixed with cool mush. A swirling tongue and caress over tip as Obi-Wan swallows. For a moment Qui-Gon feels pressure as chewed bits of apple and the head of his cock share the same small, wet place. Almost scratching the apple slides by, untethered and free to follow the whims of gravity and the mechanics of a swallowing throat.

A shudder moves through Qui-Gon's body and he backs slowly, taking the kneeling Obi-Wan with him, hand still holding tightly to that neck. Obi-Wan follows, as he must, walking along on his knees.

The back of Qui-Gon's legs hit the edge of the sitting couch and Qui-Gon falls back onto it, hands still clutching their respective prizes. Apple and neck. Cold and hot. Tangy. Sweet. In. Out.

Qui-Gon's hips settle into the rhythm dictated by the bobbing head at his groin. He shouts; a warning, a triumph, a thanks, as his orgasm sprays out of him into the waiting mouth of his Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon pulls, again exerting pressure on the neck still in his hand, still in his possession. Obi-Wan climbs his body and offers his mouth -still full of Qui-Gon's seed.

Tangy. Sweet. The flesh is tender behind sharp teeth. And juicy. Qui-Gon sucks his own seed and Obi-Wan's saliva into his mouth.

The apple rolls from his fingers. Forgotten.

End.

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