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Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Category: shameless PWP

Rating: NC-17

Archive: m_a, nuttersinc.de.vu

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Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilm LTD. I don`t make any money of this.

Thanks: To my beta-reader Tem-Ve, who did a great job, as always.

Note #1: A bit of dirty talk. Cussing. In my opinion a very simple (almost basic) way to screw your lover? Requires no toys, but should be quite effective.

Note #2: I wrote this in a mood for pure PWP. At first I wanted to post it as a part of the Fates-series, but as Fates has so many PWP`s by now (and will have more in the future? hell! We have to get on with the story line for Force`s sake!!!) I hope Raina doesn't mind that I decided to post it for "50 ways".

Note #3: Anyone already figured out that I have a Pleading!Padawan fetish?

He had no idea how he would survive this torture. Trying desperately to find his release, he hovered on the edge of climax, not allowed to come, his hips held in place by large callused hands, almost bruising by now with the force it took his capturer to hold his hips immobile. His soft panting and low moans had turned into a constant stream of profanities some time ago, but Qui-Gon didn't seem to notice or rather didn't want to notice. The rigid length impaling him was immobile as well, not moving a bit, not giving even the tiniest nudge he so desperately needed. Just the tiniest bit of movement, please… Obi-Wan thought, biting his lips forcefully, nearly drawing blood. He imagined feeling the coppery taste of his own blood on his tongue, and the idea of biting himself raw with need brought other powerful images to his overheated brain. But still Qui-Gon didn't move. Only the tiniest shifting of Qui-Gon's abdominal muscles occasionally touching the skin on his lower back when he exhaled shakily, indicated that his lover was excited as well, but oh, he was so mean, he was so...

And he said it, a low growl emerging from his dry lips, vibrating through his whole body, "Move, you son-of-a-Sith, you..." and he let out another round of profanities he had picked up on several missions.

A moan and a sharp intake of breath was all he received and he clenched his muscles around Qui-Gon's cock hard, trying to get him to move. If Obi-Wan was stubborn, Qui-Gon was headstrong.

All the cussing didn't get him anywhere, and without conscious thought Obi-Wan changed tactics, turning to pleading and begging instead, his voice a low husky shiver, needy, raw and filled with longing.

"Qui-Gon, please, fuck me... fuck me... fuck me...please... Qui..." he chanted, his words coming out in-between tiny puffs of breath.

"Shhhhh...," Qui-Gon hissed, digging his fingers more forcefully into the hard planes of Obi-Wan's stomach and hips.

A soft keening cry at the touch that was more pleasure than pain, and Obi-Wan went into a frenzy, his pleas and curses alternating now, urgent and noisy, but all the while fruitless. Frustration set in and his pleas died down to an occasional whimper, a shuddering intake of air.

All of a sudden, Qui-Gon shifted his hips, his movement so minimal that Obi-Wan would have missed it if he hadn't waited so long for the tiniest nudge.

"Yes... more… more of that..."

He was rewarded with another push and then – agonizingly slowly – Qui- Gon started to pull out, Obi-Wan clenching around him, trying to keep him inside, suddenly struck with the horrified thought of what he would do if Qui-Gon simply left him here...

"No... no... inside me...," he whimpered, trying to struggle against the restraining hands, trying to push back, trying to impale himself again.

A chuckle, and suddenly Obi-Wan realised that his lover was indeed a bastard, that he was enjoying torturing him like this, that he was playing him like a fine instrument, delighting in the needy sounds coming from his mouth.

"You like that, don't you?" he whimpered, tumbling headfirst into another round of curses a Huttese whore would be proud of.

Another chuckle. "Ahhh love, I should record your profanities and use them against you..."

"You dare... You..." Obi-Wan hissed, but was rendered incoherent the moment Qui-Gon decided to slide into him again, all the way.

Obi-Wan cursed Qui-Gon´s control and his own lack of it. He wanted to be filled, to be taken really hard, but all Qui-Gon was doing was moving ever so slowly, leaving him unsatisfied, but quivering with need.

In and out he moved, building the tension but not allowing it to erupt, completely disregarding Obi-Wan's leaking cock practically screaming for attention, the deep purple head signalling a wish for fulfilment that wasn't to be missed.

He can't possibly be so controlled, not when… and the thought was lost to him as a touch to the special gland hidden inside his body made him voice his approval in rapturous shouts.

"Qui...," he moaned, still hoping that one of his pleas was acted upon.

"You can't possibly imagine how that feels... how good you feel around me...,quot; a low husky voice answered him and a wet kiss was planted on his neck, a tongue tasting the salty sweat beneath his ears.

"Tell me... tell me...," he whispered in return.

Qui-Gon's breath ghosted near his ears, the warm rush of air puffing against his sensitive skin in a rhythmic stream.

"You are so hot… and so tight...," his lover whispered, his voice shaking a bit with what Obi-Wan now registered as the same need he felt surging through his body.

"You feel like I never want to leave that place, like I want to stay buried in you forever. I want to feel constantly connected to you, to never be forced to leave this place, like we are one body, like I could just crawl inside your skin, inside you and live there…"

The sensual words accompanied by the slow push of Qui-Gon's hips, made Obi-Wan spiral to the edge again, his arousal aching like he had never felt it aching before.

"Tell me... more ...," Obi-Wan pressed out between gritted teeth, before the ability to form a sentence escaped him again and he was rewarded with another erotic declaration of the power he held over the other man.

"And when you clench your muscles, ahhh... just like this,... it's like somebody would bind me, wind a velvety ribbon around me... you feel like velvet, hot searing velvet, burning velvet... like flames licking at me... burning me... you're so hot, so hot and... you're velvet, my Obi-Wan..."

And then Qui-Gon´s endearments were swallowed by his own moans, as Obi-Wan shuddered and cried out under him, around him and he gratefully tumbled after him, towards the place where nothing exists but exquisite pleasure and a beautiful sensation of oneness.

Obi-Wan wished he could feel Qui-Gon's seed spurting into his body and although he knew that was quite impossible he desperately desired to feel the evidence of his lover's powerful orgasm, to know that he had been marked and claimed and taken.

A heavy weight slumped onto his back and the grip around his hips loosened, revealing purple, almost dark brown bruises where Qui-Gon's fingers had marked him as well. His knees buckled and he dropped to them, taking Qui-Gon down with him. His lover lazily rolled off him, then rested his head on his heaving sweat-damp chest and started to purr like a contented kitten.

Obi-Wan smiled and raised his hand to comb through Qui-Gon's damp hair tenderly. Dark blue eyes the colour of the night sky opened and he registered the amused, but nonetheless amazed stare resting on him.

He smiled back, his grin equally goofy and content, but he didn't care. He leaned down and kissed Qui-Gon softly on the lips, a tender brush that felt soothing and right. His lover smiled into the kiss, then rose to his knees and bent over him, kissing him more deeply.

Qui-Gon proceeded to trail his tongue down his body, over his chest down to his abdomen, where he thoroughly cleaned the skin of Obi- Wan's own essence.

"Velvet, huh?" Obi-Wan asked, purring himself, then growled when Qui-Gon raised his head and a pink tongue darted out to lick his lips as if he was indeed a kitten that had been fed on the finest feast.

Qui-Gon grinned at him a bit sheepishly, but not even the goofy look could destroy the erotic moment that passed between them.

"And what do I taste like?"

Instead of an answer Qui-Gon crawled up his body, settled into his arms and kissed him again, passing his taste on to him.

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