Master Apprentice 
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Theme and Timbre: Con Brio
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Archive: master_apprentice, anyone else, pls. ask
Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: PWP
Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series
Rating: NC-17
Warnings None
Spoilers: none
Summary: What happens when two Jedi get really tired of waiting…
Notes: Well, MJ was sick and asked for "fucking up against a wall in an alley." Who am I to deny the sickie? May blessings be heaped upon Mystique's head.
Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.
Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.
His teeth latch onto the nape of my neck, the weight of his body pressing me into the rough wall. The pain is bright and I thrust my hips back towards him, trying to dislodge, wanting to turn, to touch. He responds by pushing harder, slamming his full weight into me, mouth still locked onto me, sucking from the broken skin.
The air swirls with currents of desperation, a fierce want that will not wait. We have waited so long, shoving back the passion for mission after mission and once broken free, its hunger demands satiation. When he dragged me from the club, I didn't resist.
He growls, sensing my distraction and forces my attention back with teeth and tongue. My hands clench beside my face, my balls tighten with need.
His hands move upon me, loosening my civilian clothes, separating the edges of the damp vest I wear. I groan as nails scrape along my stomach muscles, across my nipples. He licks along the taut cords of my neck, heading for my ear. "So hot, Obi-Wan. I watched you dancing… your hips, Force! They were all watching you, wanting you."
I want to reach up, tangle my fingers in his hair, touch his face, but I'm trapped, caught here between cold brick and hot flesh and my cock has never been so hard and I've never heard his voice so raw.
He licks his palm and I feel his hand move against my lower back as he slicks his hardness. My pants are lowered, one hand fisting around my erection, the other positioning his cock, wet tip branding my flesh. I feel him pressing against me, demanding entrance. He bites sharply into my earlobe as he enters me and I hiss with the burn.
He stops, but only long enough to alter his stance and press deep again. I feel my body moving to accept him, to accept this intrusion of flesh. His weight eases from me, free hand directing my hips. I finally work my body away from the wall and begin to rock with him.
We rut like animals, lost within the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
I would cry out -- scream for more, more, now -- but my focus is saved for the hand pumping me and the cock inside me and his sobbing groans that fill the darkness around us.
"Obi…Obi-Wan… so tight… oh Force!"
He shouts, the sound bouncing around me, hands tightening. I see bright spots of light as my seed splashes against the wall.
His forehead falls against me and his breath is damp and hot against my neck. We rest, hearing the bass vibrating through the wall.
The End