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Category: Obi-Wan/Bail, non-Q/O, humor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bail and Obi have been together about a year and the sex is getting a little old hat. Or at least that's what Bail thought. Now he thinks differently.
Warnings: Here be boys doing explicit things that involve mouths and backsides. PWP attempts to co-exist with humor and awkward sex moments. I would never subject a beta to this kind of evil.
Disclaimer: Yes, George, I wrote this to squick you. No, George, I'm not taking money for it. Thank you, George, for making the GFFA so I can write smut for my friends.
Notes: My boys are vanilla. Really vanilla. I decided they should be chocolate. I did so for Emma Grant. If I'm lucky, I pulled it off. If not you will gouge out your eyes. And yes, it's my "usual" Bail and Obi.
"Oh."
Bail, naked and sprawled face down on his bed, was lucky to be able to say anything coherent. When Obi-Wan showed up hour ago, Bail's shoulders and neck had been so tense from falling asleep on the couch that when he stood up and stretched there had been audible popping and grinding. Obi-Wan had all but thrown him in a hot shower before setting about giving Bail the massage of his life. It was this massage that had reduced Bail to a vocabulary of grunts and groans.
"Uhmm. Hmmm. Ahhh."
What Bail had meant to say at that point was something along the lines of, "Thank you so much, this is fantastic," but it was really out of the question. Obi-Wan's hands had methodically rubbed every knot from Bail's neck, kneaded the tension from his shoulders, had moved south to work the shoulder blades, and were currently engaged in some kind of circular motion that stroked him from ass cheeks to thighs. The fact that Bail had enough thought process to actually be able to consider thanking Obi-Wan was rather astounding.
Of course, there was always a part of Bail's brain that continued to process things even when he wasn't actively engaged in thinking. It was that particular part of his brain that idly wondered why it was that he and Obi-Wan had managed to be lovers for nearly a year and this was the first time Bail had gotten this kind of treatment. That part of Bail was slightly put out that he hadn't managed to rate the discovery of this magnificent skill of Obi-Wan's several months ago.
And that led to another idle train of thought.
After nearly a year, sex had become rather routine. Obi-Wan came over late -- often after Bail was already asleep -- they curled up together, did a bit of kissing and groping to give lip service to foreplay, somebody usually gave the other one head for a while, then someone got on top. Bail generally let Obi-Wan do the work on nights when he was too tired for much else. The positions varied slightly from on the back, to all fours, to astraddle depending on how aggressive either one of them happened to be on a given night, but largely that was all there was. A few interesting showers, one blow-job in the entryway, and a mutual hand job that went farther than expected on the couch one night, was all the variety they'd managed in nearly a year of fucking.
How vanilla.
Not that Bail was complaining. He wasn't. Honestly. He certainly wasn't when Obi-Wan had him pinned face down on a bed and was rubbing oil all over his body.
Oh, no, not at all complaining!
Still, that idle part of Bail's mind -- the part that had begun, while they were having sex, to do things like wonder if his aide had remembered to reschedule the appointment with his hair dresser -- kept nattering away as Obi-Wan turned Bail into little more than a limp mass on his bed. Where was all this attention a few months ago? What other things did Obi-Wan know how to do that he didn't know about?
Bail was sure there had to be quite a bit that Obi-Wan knew and he didn't. He was sure because they had never actually talked about sex. They didn't even really talk during sex. They just did it. And, seeing as there was no complaining going on, Bail certainly wasn't going to bring up the subject. Bringing it up would mean admitting that he really wasn't all that experienced. Including Obi-Wan he'd had a sum total of five sexual partners in his thirty-one standard years. Of those five, two had been women. One of the women had been a hired courtesan that his father had foisted on him at the age of sixteen, and the other his University romance. While the romance had lasted a while, both he and the woman in question had been rather new to the game and though being young and horny can make up for lack of skill it doesn't do much to mark things off your erotic to-do list. An experimental encounter with a Twi'lek one evening after a party had been interesting enough, but Bail had been too shy and drunk for things to get very far into undiscovered country. The other young man, the Senate aide, well that was just better forgotten.
And that brought him back to Obi-Wan.
And Obi-Wan's hands.
Obi-Wan's hands that were covered in oil and sliding over his body.
Obi-Wan's lips now kissing along where the hands were gliding.
"Mmmm."
What Bail had actually wanted to say was that whatever he had managed to do to warrant this lovely event, he was certain he would repeat. Often. Very often. As often as possible. Just tell him what he'd done and he'd be there with bells on.
Then something strange happened.
Obi-Wan's tongue.
Obi-Wan's tongue in a very unexpected location.
The idle thought part of Bail was quickly kicked to the corner. What was happening demanded his full attention. Obi-Wan's hands had slipped into Bail's cleft and fingers had kneaded and plied. All of that was normal. Bail's body, used to certain cues after all these months was expecting a finger or two -- perhaps a rough pull up to his knees and a bit of a burn for the first few thrusts -- and his erection went from half-hearted to full attention. But instead of penetration by something long and hard, when Obi-Wan spread him, Bail felt something, well, wet.
"Um?"
Bail's ability to string a sentence together still hadn't quite caught up to his brain. What he'd meant to say was, "Obi-Wan, excuse me, but did you just shove your tongue in my ass?" Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the words just didn't manage to get out. Bail lay still, and somewhat shocked, as what could only be Obi-Wan's tongue flicked, then thrust, and then wormed its way inside him.
It wasn't what Bail had been expecting but, after the initial shock wore off, it wasn't entirely unwelcome. In fact, the longer Bail waited the more he kind of liked it. Still, the idle thought part of himself that had managed to shut up for all of a few moments with the addition of a tongue to the mix, had something to say about the situation. It wondered if Obi-Wan could keep this burrowing up for very long and if this kind of thing could give you a tongue cramp. Bail wriggled against the bed, humping the sheets in desperation as Obi-Wan, amazingly enough, managed to get even deeper inside. In spite of it all, he couldn't stop the little voice in his head from wondering what this must taste like.
The intellectual shock of that particular thought would have ground Bail to a screeching halt but for the oil slick hand that Obi-Wan conveniently wrapped around Bail's cock. Obi-Wan began a rhythm in counterpoint to what he was doing with his tongue and the rest of Bail's mind shut down. Whatever he'd been thinking -- and he knew in a distant part of his mind that he had been thinking something -- it was not even remotely as important as what his body was feeling. In fact, Bail's mind and body were so in sync with regard to that fact that he managed to say something that he meant to say.
Well, actually, he screamed it as he orgasmed.
"BEN!"
Bail was absolutely positive that he had never come so hard in his life. Some part of him realized that Obi-Wan's hands no longer slid over his flesh and Obi-Wan's tongue was no longer buried in a place that Bail had never even dreamed a tongue could go. There was also a mild awareness that he was sprawled out in a rather large and sticky wet spot but, frankly, Bail just didn't care. At some point, just before his completely relaxed body and mind shut themselves off, he noted the warmth of a body curling around his. Bail wanted to say something -- anything -- to express how utterly sated he felt, how much he had enjoyed it, and that though he hoped it could happen again he didn't know if he would be up to the idea of reciprocating any time soon. However, just like every other time he opened his mouth, none of that came out.
"Oh."
And with that, Bail fell asleep.
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