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Deliver Me, Too
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"We --- must --- get back --- to --- the --- reception," Qui-Gon managed to gasp out as his Padawan licked and nibbled his way down the side of his neck. He turned his head to give the younger man better access, both hands twisting in the sheets.
"Why?" Obi-Wan purred, his breath stirring Qui-Gon's hair and sending a fresh chill through him.
"Because, I want --- ah, I want --- oh, yes, right there --- because - -- ah, to hell with it." He reached up and caught the strong shoulders and rolled over, pinning Obi-Wan beneath him. Two strong arms reached around to grab his bare buttocks, tugging downward until their erections were pressed together, the sensation making both of them gasp. "You will be my undoing yet, my love," he said.
With a predatory grin, Obi-Wan held out one hand and the green cock ring flew into it. He rubbed it up and down his Master's spine, feeling it pulse against his palm. "I really think we should get back, Master. After all, there is that ceremony you wanted to attend." He slid his hand between their bodies, pressing the ring against Qui-Gon's nipple, grinning at the moan it caused. "But, I do want you to wear this."
"Do you?" Qui-Gon asked, finding little breath for it.
"Oh, yes. I want to know that you are ready for me, hard and aching, beneath all that vaulted Jedi serenity."
"Not so serene when I'm with you, beloved," Qui-Gon said, caressing Obi-Wan's neck with his lips and making his Padawan shiver in delight. Then, he sighed, feeling the press of duty. He rolled off of his lover and his eyes settled on the glowing green cock ring that Obi-Wan still held. "I don't need that to be ready for you," he said.
"I know. But, I want you to wear it anyway."
"Ah. So, you want me to suffer, do you?"
Obi-Wan leaned over and drew one earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. "Absolutely," he whispered, scraping it with his teeth as he pulled away and letting his hot breath puff against the moist skin. He looked down at the glorious erection that was curled upward as if reaching for him. Steadying it with one hand, he forced the cock ring down over the tip.
Qui-Gon caught his breath with a gasp. "Ah," he said, closing his eyes as Obi-Wan pressed the almost-too-small device slowly down his length. "Tight . . ."
"Yes, I'm certain it is," Obi-Wan said with a chuckle. "You're a little better endowed than I am."
Qui-Gon snaked one hand down and grasped his lover's cock. "It's not as if you were lacking in that department, beloved." He squeezed his handful carefully, hearing Obi-Wan moan at the pressure. Then, the younger man was scooting back and admiring his handiwork. The Jedi Master looked down at the pulsing green ring that was now binding his most sensitive part and sending tantalizing tingling sensations through him.
"You are too delicious to deny," Obi-Wan growled. "And I don't intend to." He looked up and his smoldering green gaze almost stopped Qui- Gon's heart. "On the bed, my Master," he ordered, his tone bringing Qui-Gon's eyebrows up.
"I thought you said we had to go?"
Obi-Wan shook his head. "In a minute. Now, on your knees."
The older man obeyed, and soon the warmth of a naked body draped over his.
"Hard and dry, my Master," Obi-Wan breathed in his ear, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through Qui-Gon. "That's how I'm going to take you. Hard and dry." Without further warning, he pressed inside, shoving in with one smooth motion. Qui-Gon cried out at the burning, stretching pain, feeling Obi-Wan's hands clutching at his hips hard enough to bruise.
The younger man began to move, pumping in and out with the vigor and desperation of youth. Qui-Gon dropped down onto his elbows, pressing his face into the sheets. His own member was achingly hard, and he reached back with one hand to stroke it. Before he could touch it, however, a tendril of Force pulled it away, pinning it and his other hand to the bed.
"Oh --- no --- you don't --- " Obi-Wan told him between thrusts. "You --- don't come --- until --- I --- say so."
A rush of hot fluid filled Qui-Gon, the weight above him pressing him down on the bed, trapping his erection beneath him. The cock ring pulsed, making him gasp, and then Obi-Wan was rolling off and drawing him up. "Get dressed," Obi-Wan told him, his eyes still dark with lust. "We have a ceremony to attend."
Qui-Gon watched as he walked away to retrieve their clothes. "You don't expect me to leave this on, do you?" he asked, indicating the cock ring.
"Why not? You made me wear it."
"Yes, but ---"
"What's the matter, Master?" Obi-Wan teased, tossing Qui-Gon's clothes at him as he slipped into his own leggings. "Isn't your control up to the challenge?"
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed. "You just watch me," he growled.
Obi-Wan smiled lecherously. "Oh, I intend to, my love."
Qui-Gon could never remember a ceremony lasting as long as this one did. Perhaps it was because there were so many ambassadors and senators and politicians who wanted to speak. Perhaps it was because the ceremony was one of pomp and circumstance and double-talk. Perhaps it was because the Armedian ambassador spoke so slowly and had an annoying habit of repeating himself --- several times.
Or perhaps it only seemed that long because his cock was throbbing like a hammer-struck thumb.
Qui-Gon resisted the urge to squirm. His apprentice stood close at his side, and he wasn't about to allow the little Sith-demon the satisfaction of seeing his serene Jedi mask slip. But, ghods, he hurt! His hands, tucked into the sleeves of his robe, were hiding the reason for his pain, disguising the tented front of his leggings. But with every breath, with every pulse of blood through his engorged member, he was reminded that the cock ring he wore was purchased to fit Obi-Wan, not him. It was so blasted tight he wasn't sure it would ever come off.
// It will come off, my love // Obi-Wan said through their bond, and Qui-Gon frowned at how smug the mind voice sounded. // Not immediately, of course. I did promise to make you suffer, didn't I? //
// And what, precisely, do you think I'm doing NOW? //
Obi-Wan coughed in an effort not to chuckle out loud. // Oh, my beloved, just wait until you see what I have planned for you. // He sent a mental image, of Qui-Gon tied spread-eagle to the bed, straining upward as Obi-Wan licked and nibbled his way from the tip of his rampant erection to the pulsing green ring.
Qui-Gon reached up and mopped his sweating forehead with one sleeve. Obi-Wan studiously ignored him. Ambassador T'G'liaria, however, turned her hourglass shaped head toward him and surveyed him intently.
"Are you well, Sir Jedi?" she inquired in her raspy sandpaper-on- stone voice.
He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Yes, thank you Ambassador. I am quite ---" He broke off with a gasp as a second set of images flooded his mind, this one of being bent over the bed and taken from behind by his lover. " ---well."
A long, three-fingered hand caught his elbow solicitously. "No, I do not believe you are." She tipped forward to look beyond him, her faceted eyes settling on Obi-Wan. "I believe your Master needs attention," she told him.
Even without looking, Qui-Gon knew his Padawan was struggling to suppress his laughter.
"I believe you're right, Ambassador," Obi-Wan said with a polite bow of his head. He slid an arm around his Master's waist. "He's been under a great deal of strain this evening." // And considerably more strain to come, // he sent through their link, the husky growl in his mind-voice causing Qui-Gon to flush. "Perhaps I should take him to bed."
That did it. Qui-Gon choked, barely able to draw air into his lungs, as he struggled for control. Several beings nearby turned to watch him, concern in their faces. Obi-Wan, he noticed, was as cool as ever.
"Don't worry," he said, easing his Master through the concerned crowd. "I know exactly what he needs when he gets like this." He sent another picture, this one of himself fisting Qui-Gon's cock, the cock ring pulsing brightly. "Believe me, I have the situation well in hand."
Qui-Gon felt himself light up like a blessing candle, his face so hot he fully expected it to burst into spontaneous combustion. He was forced to lean heavily on his Padawan's arm as his feet refused to track. // I will get you for this, beloved // he warned through their bond.
// Oh, my Master, I'm looking forward to it. //
The door to their quarters had scarcely closed behind them when Qui- Gon turned and mashed his Apprentice up against it. Clothes began to fly, mouths were pressed together, tongues working frantically. Finally, naked and needy, both men - still entwined and kissing -- made their way to the bedroom. Once there, Obi-Wan pushed his Master onto the bed, swinging one leg over him and sitting lightly on his thighs.
"What now?" Qui-Gon asked, squirming as his cock was stroked by strong, sensitive hands.
Obi-Wan's stormy green gaze locked with his. "Now, my Master, I plan to have my way with you." Still holding Qui-Gon eyes, he lowered his head slowly and engulfed the head of the straining cock.
Qui-Gon arched into his touch, his arms flung out at shoulder height, his hands clutching the sheets. "Obi-Wan!" he gasped. He tried to thrust up into that hot wetness, but his Padawan's weight held him down. He reached up to pull him closer, only to have his arms pushed down and his wrists Force-pinned to the bed. "Obi-Wan," he said, growling it this time.
// Yes, my Master? // the younger man said through their bond, his mouth being otherwise occupied.
"Release me! I want to touch you."
Obi-Wan chuckled, the vibrations making Qui-Gon gasp and writhe beneath him. // Later, // he said. // When I'm finished with you. // He released his Master's cock and kissed his way slowly up the powerful, muscular body, urged on by the low, needy sounds his lover was making. Finding himself at a pebbled nipple, he engulfed it in his mouth, sucking hard.
"Yes!" Qui-Gon shouted, arching up into him. "More!"
In answer, Obi-Wan released him, grinning when Qui-Gon moaned at the loss. He looked up into dark blue eyes that glinted dangerously. "Payback's a Sith, isn't it, my Master?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.
He felt Qui-Gon shudder deliciously at his tone even as the other's face settled into what Obi-Wan called his 'my Padawan's in trouble' expression. "You will release me at once," the Master said, his gaze boring into Obi-Wan's.
"And, if I choose not to obey?"
"Then, a demonstration of my superior strength and Force ability will be in order."
"Ooohhh," Obi-Wan said. "That sounds like fun." Before Qui-Gon could answer, he lunged upward and caught his mouth, sucking his lower lip between his teeth and biting down teasingly. Qui-Gon bucked beneath him, and Obi-Wan let his weight drop so that there was not a breath of space between their bodies. He could feel his Master's erection, hard and throbbing against his thigh, while his own pressed against the older man's stomach. And, he could feel the cock ring, still pulsing rhythmically. He released the swollen lip and tried to devour his Master's mouth instead, shoving his tongue deeply to taste all the hidden recesses.
"Want you," he gasped when he was finally forced to come up for air. "Need you."
"You have me!" Qui-Gon replied breathlessly. "Always. Forever."
His weight still resting firmly on his Master, holding him nearly immobile, Obi-Wan let his hands trail up and down that long, fit body, touching and teasing every square inch of flesh that he could reach. He pressed his thigh more firmly against Qui-Gon's hardness, relishing the agonized groan it caused.
"Can't - hold on - much longer - " Qui-Gon panted, driven nearly to the edge of orgasm by his Padawan's attentions.
"Oh, but you will hold on, beloved," Obi-Wan told him, letting his hot breath puff against his Master's sensitive throat. He ground his thigh against the engorged cock, feeling the unyielding hardness of the cock ring, and grinned as Qui-Gon twisted under him. He sat up abruptly and held out one hand, calling a bottle of lube unerringly to it, all the time watching the vision before him that was his lover and soulmate. Slowly, feeling the weight of his Master's gaze, he unscrewed the lid and tossed it aside. Pouring a little into his palm, he began to carefully oil his own throbbing erection. As he worked, he talked.
"Had I thought of it sooner, Master, I would have demanded that you wear a butt plug as well as the cock ring tonight." His cock twitched in his hand, and Qui-Gon's, curled upward against his stomach, positively jerked. "Ah, you like that idea, do you?" he asked, holding his Master's eyes. "I'll remember that next time."
He stroked his slippery hands up and down his length, slowly, teasingly, knowing that Qui-Gon was watching. "First, I'll carefully prepare you, stretching your tightness and filling you with lube. Then, I'll take you, so slowly that you'll scream for more. But, I will refuse to hurry, wanting to savor the moment. Finally, though, I'll come, and I'll fill you with my seed, fill you until you are brimming. Then, the butt plug. It will be a big one, and I'll have trouble getting it in, even with you stretched and lubricated."
Qui-Gon groaned, struggling to pull his hands free, well past speech or the ability to reach for the Force. "I'll have to twist it to get it inside you," Obi-Wan continued. "But, finally, it will slip in, and your muscles will lock around the flange. It won't come out now until one of us removes it, and I shall forbid you to do so. Besides, you'll be much too busy. Will you be able to play the serene, serious Jedi Master, I wonder, with the ring pulsing around your rock-hard cock and the butt plug holding my essence inside you?"
"Obi-Wan! Please!"
"Please, what, my Master? Do you want me to touch you?" He reached forward and ran one finger softly down his Master's hard length, stopping at the pulsing ring near the base. "You want to come, don't you, my own?" He rotated the ring slightly, grinning at the groan it caused. "But, you won't come with this on, will you? No, I don't believe you will. It's too tight. Or, maybe you will come but you'll stay hard. Is that how it will be, do you suppose?"
Near the breaking point, Qui-Gon heaved, nearly unseating the smaller man. "Obi-Wan!" His tone this time was all command, all Jedi Master, though his voice was a trifle shaky. Then, he flung his head back, exposing his throat, as his cock was taken in a firm, double-handed grip. "Oh, Force, Obi-Wan. Please . . ."
"Do you want me to take you, to fill you? Is that what you want?"
Qui-Gon surged upward into that hold. "Yes, Sith damn it!"
Obi-Wan laughed, a deep, throaty sound. He loved it when he made his Master lose control like this. It didn't happen often, and each time was to be savored, remembered. Still grasping that hard velvet-on- steel erection, he reached down with his other hand to spread Qui- Gon's legs. Carefully, he settled between the sweaty, straining thighs, his own cock like a heat-seeking missile aimed unerringly at its mark. One of his well-oiled fingers found it first.
"Oh, Force, Qui-Gon," he said as he pushed in past the first ring of muscle. "You're so hot, so tight. I can't wait to sink into you, can't wait to feel this exquisite tightness gripping me, can't wait to pump into you, so hard and fast and still you'll scream for more." Qui-Gon was beyond rational thought now, almost whimpering in need as he tried to press down onto that invading digit, seeking to impale himself further. "Patience, beloved," Obi-Wan said as he added a second finger to the first, barely finding room for their combined circumference. "Oh, Force . . ."
"Padawan! Now!"
Obi-Wan withdrew his fingers, positioned the head of his cock at the puckered entrance of his lover's body. "Love you, Qui-Gon," he said, and he pushed forward, hard, sinking deeply into the heat that was his Master.
"Yes!" Qui-Gon hissed as he spread himself further, allowing Obi-Wan to go deeper, deeper, until he was buried to the balls. Here, the young man halted, panting, allowing Qui-Gon to become accustomed to the hard shaft impaling him. Qui-Gon bucked under him, needing still more. "Hard, Obi-Wan!" he shouted, squirming.
He was obeyed, and soon Obi-Wan was pounding in, grunting with each thrust, angling his strokes so that he hit his Master's prostate with each one. Strong legs locked around his back, drawing him impossibly deeper, until it felt as if the two had merged, become one being.
Obi-Wan screamed as bright lights like a millions stars exploded behind his eyes. He poured his seed into his lover's body, his cock still driving relentlessly into the other's pleasure spot. Qui-Gon followed him a moment later, yelling out his beloved's name as his muscles clinched in orgasm and his own cock shot its essence onto his stomach.
Satiated, both men collapsed into a boneless puddle on the sweat- dampened sheets. Obi-Wan released the Force bonds holding his Master's wrists and sighed contentedly as the strong arms he so loved wrapped tightly around him. As reason began to return, he noticed Qui- Gon's still hard cock pressing into his stomach.
He grinned. "What's this?" he asked, grinding down against it.
Qui-Gon growled low in his throat. "That Sith-damned cock ring," he murmured, and Obi-Wan laughed.
"Well, since you're obviously still ready to go, I believe it's your turn." He rolled off of his Master and spread himself invitingly on the bed, legs splayed, hands above his head. Qui-Gon rose up on one elbow, and the lust darkening his deep blue eyes made Obi-Wan shiver with anticipation. "Take me, my Master," he urged.
With another animalistic growl, Qui-Gon did just that.
The End