Chocolate

by Angel of Death

Title - Chocolate
Author - Angel of Death (aka_baka_13631@sbcglobal.net)
Archive- yes
Category - Qui/Obi, Parody, Fetish/Kink, PWP
Rating- NC-17
Warnings - NONE
Summary - Obi-wan and Qui-gon have some fun with chocolate...
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Qui-gon smiles as he enters his shared quarters, new purchases in hand. He had plenty of time to get ready before his padawan came home. A candle here, a candle there, he wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. As he was placing a jar in the fridge when he heard Obi-wan enter their quarters.

"Qui-gon? Qui-gon, where are you hiding?" Obi-wan says as he removes his cloak.

"Right here, Padawan," Qui-gon says leaning in the doorway to the kitchen.

"You're hiding something, I know you Qui-gon Jinn," Obi-wan says getting so close to Qui-gon that their faces are just centimeters apart, "and I know when you're lying." He leans forward brushing his lips across his lover's.

/How far do I have to go before you tell me?/

/That depends.../

/On what, oh, Master of mine?/

/On how far you are willing to go.../ Qui-gon replies devouring his apprentice's mouth, shoving him against the closest wall.

/I love it when you do that./ Obi-wan teases arching into Qui-gon's touch.

"Not so fast. I wish to have some fun tonight," Qui-gon says chuckling.

"Oh, I bet we'll be having plenty of 'fun'," he replies pressing his erection into Qui-gon's.

Qui-gon gulps, "Yes, well I already have something planned."

"You better hurry up and tell me or your planning is going to go to waste."

Qui-gon says nothing and instead claims Obi-wan's mouth as his own.

/You are going to go to our room. No turning the lights on. When I get in there I want to see you blindfolded and handcuffed, naked to the bed. Do you understand me?/

/Oh, yes, I always knew you were a kinky bastard, Qui./

Obi-wan walks off to their bedroom his thoughts racing as he attempts to figure out what it is Qui-gon is going to do to him. His cock twitches at some of the thoughts that just happens to roll through his mind.

As Obi-wan does as he was told, Qui-gon makes his way to the kitchen. The jar he had placed in the fridge was just cold enough. He smile as he enters the bedroom.

"Beautiful," he breaths at the sight before him. Obi-wan lay fully erect, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed.

/Hurry up would you, the suspense is killing me!/

"Patience, Padawan," Qui-gon says using the force to light the candles throughout the room. He eventually wanders over to the bed. He opens the jar and runs a finger over his padawan's chest stopping just before the young man's swollen cock. He tilts the jar and pours the chocolate on his lovely apprentice, eliciting a soft moans from the young man.

Qui-gon takes most of the chocolate that he had poured on Obi-wan's belly and quickly rubs it on the young man's throbbing member. The rest is spread on his chest and neck.

"Now, where to start?" Qui-gon asks attempting to stall long enough for the chocolate to harden.

"Anywhere, just do something for siths sake," Obi-wan says practically yells.

"Very well, then," Qui-gon says descending upon Obi-wan's nipples.

"Gods! Qui, don't you dare stop!" Obi-wan yells arching up cracking some of the chocolate on his chest.

/I don't plan to. I plan on bringing you to the edge so many times, that by the time you do come you will scream so loud the whole temple will hear you./

/I look forward to it./

Qui-gon takes his time carefully licking at the chocolate, by the time he makes it to Obi-wan's cock the young man was writhing and moaning in pleasure.

/You seem to be enjoying yourself./

/Gods, Qui-gon Jinn stop teasing me and fuck me already for fucks sake!/

/Now why would I want to do something like that when/ he grabs Obi-wan's balls and takes his cock into his mouth /I can enjoy the delectable treat?/

Obi-wan loses all coherent thought as Qui-gon takes his time making sure every bit of chocolate has been removed from the young man's nether region. He eyes the swollen tip and decides to ignore it for the time being. He kisses Obi-wan sharing the taste of chocolate with the young man. Obi-wan, taking complete advantage of Qui-gon's position above him, presses his painfully swollen cock into the quite evident bulge in Qui-gon's leggings.

Not wanting Obi-wan to have an undue release, Qui-gon places his left hand on Obi-wan's hip in order to prevent him from attempting to get any form of stimulation.

/Not yet, Obi-wan./ continues to kiss the young man as if his very life depended on it.

/This is torture, how long do you plan on keeping this up?/

/As long as I damn well please./ Qui-gon replies kissing down Obi-wan's neck and torso.

"That feels good..." Obi-wan says writhing beneath Qui-gon.

Qui-gon says nothing and continues on his way down Obi-wan's lithe body. When his hand brushes the base of Obi-wan's cock the young man gasps and begins undulating his hips in a futile attempt to get the friction he so desperately needs. Qui-gon uses his fingers to make the equivalent of a cock ring. He feels Obi-wan's feeling of urgency lessen.

/You damn bastard/ Obi-wan mutters.

/you aren't incoherent enough yet, padawan. i want you begging like a madman./

/Damn you Jinn, just wait until i get my revenge./

/Revenge, what ever for?/

Qui-gon kisses the head of Obi-wan's cock and then continues to torture the young man by running his tongue along the sensitive underside. When he takes Obi-wan into his mouth, the young man bucks, almost choking Qui-gon. In an attempt to prevent himself from choking, Qui-gon holds down Obi-wan's hips. He works slowly making Obi-wan moan, the young man's swollen lips parted as he gasps for air.

"More...I...I wat you... in me... Now!" Obi-wan eventually yells.

Qui-gon pulls away from Obi-wan and gets up slowly undressing himself and throwing his clothes into the corner. He then walks to the bathroom to locate the lube.

Obi-wan feels the bed lower when Qui-gon returns with a bottle of lube in hand. He opens the bottle and pours some of the liquid onto his fingers. He slowly inserts a finger into his lover's tender hole. After awhile he carefully scissors his fingers stretching the tight muscles. Obi-wan whimpers as the muscles are stretched to the breaking point.

The fingers were withdrawn and strong hands lift Obi-wan's legs onto broad shoulders. Qui-gon slowly pushes forward placing his cock at Obi-wan's entrance. He leaned forward capturing Obi-wan's lips as he thrust inside. Obi-wan moans into Qui-gon's mouth as the thrusts become more urgent. Qui-gon's cock brushes Obi-wan's prostate and he yells out as pleasure runs through his body, his balls tighten and he sprays Qui-gon's stomach. While Obi-wan's orgasm takes hold, Qui-gon continues to thrust himself to completion...

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Qui-gon wakes several hours later to find himself handcuffed to the bed, his padawan hovering over him with a container of icing.

"Good morning, Master."

"Good morning, Padawan."

END