E is for Eyelashes

by Pumpkin

Tickling. Qui-Gon twitched. Tickling, but not. He grunted in protest and shifted his arm away from the sensation, pushing his body into the mattress beneath him and letting himself drift back down into sleep.

Only there it was again. The sensation was not exactly unpleasant, but it *was* waking him up. He waved his hand and the fluttering stopped a moment before resuming across his abdomen. A centifly perhaps, he thought as the sensation of a hundred tiny feet brushed against him. He wondered idly how an insect had managed to find itself so far away from the gardens. He flipped over to lie on his stomach, clinging to the last vestiges of sleep.

He was just drifting back into a deeper doze when the sensation began again, on his bottom this time. Reaching out with his Force-sense, he searched for the insect that was bothering him, hoping to nudge it into the next room. The only Force signature he could detect was that of his lover.

"Obi-Wan," he growled.

The fluttering moved down to the sensitive skin where his thigh met his bottom and he bit back a moan of pleasure as tingles flowed outward from the odd caress. The sensation continued to move, going down the back of his leg to his knee and back up again, leaving the skin behind ultra sensitive and almost quivering.

"What are you doing?" he asked, lifting his head and looking back. His eyes met Obi-Wan's, his padawan looking up at him, face poised over his buttocks.

"Morning, Master," Obi-Wan purred throatily before a mischievous grin appeared on his face and he bent his head, the fluttering sensation beginning again. Obi-Wan's head moved to the small of Qui-Gon's back and Qui-Gon gasped as the bundle of nerves there spread the tingle along his spine. His skin seemed to become more sensitive the longer Obi-Wan stimulated it.

Eyelashes. It suddenly came to him. Obi-Wan was fluttering his eyelashes against Qui-Gon's skin. If he concentrated, Qui-Gon could feel each individual lash as it brushed against him and warmth surrounded the delicate brushing -Obi-Wan's face, almost touching him. Barely touching him and yet it was almost the most intimate thing Obi-Wan had ever done to him. The thought intensified the way the fluttering made him feel and Qui-Gon quivered as love and need curled into a tight ball in his stomach and then spiralled outward as the feathery sensation trailed up his spine. A warm hand brushed his hair away and Obi-Wan applied his lashes to the sensitive skin of Qui-Gon's nape. The wet warmth of Obi-Wan's tongue added to the shivers going through Qui-Gon's body.

Qui-Gon moaned, the tingling becoming flames of desire that licked through his body, each one exploding along his phallus as if it were his member that was being stroked. He growled at the thought of Obi-Wan applying this most delicate of tortures to that sensitive patch of skin.

Obi-Wan's chuckle wafted air against Qui-Gon's sensitised flesh and Qui-Gon moaned, body stretching tight.

"Patience, my master," Obi-Wan whispered into his ear before fluttering his lashes along the soft patch of bare skin behind and below his ear. "Turn over love."

Qui-Gon complied, chest rumbling with a sound of happy approval as Obi-Wan's mouth closed over his own. Obi-Wan's tongue lapped delicately at his lips, sliding gently between them, dipping in and retreating almost shyly, coaxing Qui-Gon's tongue into Obi-Wan's mouth. Obi-Wan sucked softly on Qui-Gon's tongue. Then the kiss was over and Obi-Wan slid to the bottom of the bed, looking up at Qui-Gon across the length of his body.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispered, mouth opening to continue but unable to articulate the feelings that flowed through him, unable to narrow them down to merely words.

"I know, Master," Obi-Wan said, almost fiercely, the love shinning from his eyes tying Qui-Gon's tongue all over again.

Obi-Wan's mouth slowly drew up at the corners until he was smiling widely, his small even teeth and the pink tip of his tongue teasing Qui-Gon's little toe for a moment before Obi-Wan bent forward to his self-imposed task once again.

Qui-Gon laughed as the delicate touch danced over the soles of his feet, the short hairs tickling. His laughter turned to gasps as Obi-Wan moved upwards, his lashes caressing the soft flesh at Qui-Gon's ankle. The soft, fleeting touches moved upwards, tangling with the hair on Qui-Gon's legs, pulling gentle shudders from his body. Obi-Wan's warmth accompanied the unique caresses, his face heating Qui-Gon, his breath puffing over skin made ultra-sensitive by the unique stimulation.

The hair on Obi-Wan's head brushed gently against Qui-Gon's balls. Qui-Gon gasped at the jolt the stronger touch sent through him and then Obi-Wan shifted, bringing his eyelashes up along one hip, coming close to touching Qui-Gon's erection several times. The heat from Obi-Wan's body acted almost, but not quite, as a caress and Qui-Gon found himself shifting and lifting his hips in an attempt to encourage Obi-Wan's touch. But Obi-Wan moved inexorably upward.

Obi-Wan's lashes tickled over his ribs and across his stomach. At Qui-Gon's navel, Obi-Wan used his tongue again -dipping into the small indentation and swirling his tongue around it in small, soft circles. Qui-Gon bucked as the lashes passed across his right nipple and he squirmed as they slowly fluttered across his chest towards the other. Teasing, Obi-Wan fluttered around the nipple, coming close but never touching.

"Please," begged Qui-Gon when he felt he could endure the torture no more. Hips flying off the bed, he moaned as the tip of Obi-Wan's tongue and not his eyelashes brushed across the small, hard nipple. Obi-Wan flicked across the nub twice and then his eyelashes continued their journey up Qui-Gon's body, along his eager, quivering flesh.

Qui-Gon arched his neck, giving Obi-Wan access to more of his throat. Obi-Wan lingered for a moment but then continued upward. Obi-Wan started at Qui-Gon's ears, tickling gently against the soft skin of his lobes before moving inward to his cheeks. The soft touches teased his mouth, his nose and, finally, his eyes. Qui-Gon fluttered his own eyelashes, returning the caress.

"Love you," Obi-Wan said softly before moving back down to Qui-Gon's groin. Warm hands pushed gently at his knees and Qui-Gon grasped them, pulling them apart and exposing himself to Obi-Wan. A soft sound of delight floated up to Qui-Gon and then he was swept away as the barely there touches moved along his perineum. Qui-Gon moaned as Obi-Wan's lashes passed softly over Qui-Gon's balls.

Qui-Gon moaned again, holding his breath, waiting for the delicate touch against his erection. Obi-Wan started at the bottom of Qui-Gon's cock, brushing the base with his eyelashes and slowly working upwards. When he reached the tip, Obi-Wan fluttered against the slit in Qui-Gon's penis. Qui-Gon's hips jerked upwards, his breath catching in his throat on a half-sob as he came, the creamy liquid spraying into Obi-Wan's face.

Panting, Qui-Gon looked down, watching in fascination as Obi-Wan's tongue came out to lap at his own lips, licking up the evidence of Qui-Gon's pleasure.

End.

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