K is for Knees

by Pumpkin

If you want to touch the sky
You'd better learn how to pray
On your knees, boy

--Mysterious Ways, U2

"On your knees, boy." His master's voice was cold, indifferent, brooking no argument. There was no hesitation in Obi-Wan's graceful drop to kneel before his master, arms relaxed at his sides.

Qui-Gon circled him and Obi-Wan fought the shiver that went through his body at the predatory growl that issued from his master's throat. Instinctively, he lowered his head as Qui-Gon slipped around behind him -his neck stretching, vulnerable to the master's gaze. Obi-Wan felt like a small tit mouse waiting for the great lion to pounce. It came without warning.

A booted foot kicked apart his knees, Obi-Wan nearly fell as his centre of balance was displaced; his body swayed forward a moment and then he caught himself, adjusting to the new position.

His master continued his circuit, stopping in front of him. Obi-Wan could see the booted feet, the leather enclosed shins and calves. His master's legs, where they disappeared into the tops of his boots were clad in brown leggings, darker and coarser than the soft, supple leather boots. The gardens of the temple used earth this colour -nutrient rich soil from Kashthyr.

"Head up." Obi-Wan jerked, his master's words breaking into his thoughts. He looked up, gasping at the sight that awaited him. His master had pulled his penis from the confines of his leggings and was lazily fisting it, bringing it to hardness. His other hand rested easily on his hip, holding his tunic out of the way.

"You want it?"

Obi-Wan felt arousal spike hotly through his body at his master's quiet words. "Yes, Master," he managed to whisper huskily, his own erection beginning to press tightly against its material cage.

"What was that?" The pumping hand stopped and Qui-Gon took a half a step back.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan repeated loudly.

"You sure you can take it?" Qui-Gon's voice held the hint of a sneer now, as his hand resumed it's slow fisting, bringing the large phallus to full hardness.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan said once again in an even voice, head coming up slightly.

"All of it?" His master specified, fondling his penis, displaying it to Obi-Wan's hungry eyes.

"Oh, yes, Master." Obi-Wan replied, licking his lips as Qui-Gon continued to handle his phallus, twisting it this way and that so that Obi-Wan could see the length of it, the girth of it, the veins that stood out, the red, liquid-tipped crown...

Qui-Gon stepped forward and Obi-Wan could feel the heat as the big penis was brought close. He could smell the sweet musk as it was pressed against his face. He opened his mouth eagerly, lapping at his master's erection as the head was rubbed over his lips.

"Better pray that you can," said Qui-Gon, grabbing hold of the short tail at the back of his head and holding him in place as the heated length was driven into his mouth. Obi-Wan consciously relaxed his throat muscles, taking his master's erection to the root. Qui-Gon held him tightly, not moving. Obi-Wan's nose was pressed against the short hairs at Qui-Gon's groin and each breath brought with it the very essence of his master's scent.

"Ready to touch the stars?" The softly spoken words were Obi-Wan's only warning before his master began to thrust in and out of his mouth. Obi-Wan held himself still, revelling in the feeling of heat and velvet over steel sliding past his lips, grazing along his teeth and heating his tongue, his throat. He began to hum, sound without rhythm or words, just vibrations. Qui-Gon shouted and began to move more erratically, hips driving into him.

Obi-Wan could sense his master's loss of control, he could feel the pleasure pouring off of Qui-Gon's body and it spiked his own enjoyment. He could feel himself pulled toward orgasm in the wake of his master's excitement and by the time Qui-Gon's hips drove deeply into his throat with a shout, come pouring down Obi-Wan's throat, Obi-Wan's body was also shaking from the power of his own orgasm.

Qui-Gon pulled his penis from Obi-Wan's mouth, serene façade back in place, eyes emotionless, but Obi-Wan could feel the residue of the passion lingering between them, simmering under the surface. He stayed where he was, not moving except to lick at the come that had leaked from his mouth.

Quiet, still, kneeling, he waited for his master's command.

End.

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