Summary: Obi-Wan convinces a reluctant Qui-Gon to try bondage
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"Ohhh, come onnnnnn," Obi-Wan wheedled. "It'll be fun!" The two
of them were lounging in bed nude on a lazy morning, and
Obi-Wan was being very persistent.
"I'm old and boring, and would have no idea what to do with a
lovely young man tied to my bed... beyond the obvious, of
course, and if that's all I'm going to do to you, why bother to
tie you up first? Are you going to try to escape?" Qui-Gon
joked, as he ran his fingers through the younger man's hair.
"You're not old, and I don't believe you've never tried it."
"I'm not as adventurous as you, my love, and have been involved
with other boring, stodgy old Jedi."
"Well, then," Obi-Wan answered, with a wicked, mischievous
smirk, straddling the other man's lap, "I think I have an idea
that will inspire you."
"Indeed," Qui-Gon rumbled with amusement. "I wonder, should I
be nervous or delighted?"
"How about," Obi-Wan toyed with the tie in his braid, "if I tie
you up first, and then let you tie me up and have your
revenge?" He said the word "revenge" playfully, with an
accompanying bounce and eyebrow wag.
Qui-Gon considered this. For some reason, this he didn't mind
as much. "If it would please you."
"You mean, if it would please me, MASTER." Obi-Wan grinned
impishly. "Hold out your hands." Qui-Gon complied with an
amused eyebrow-raising at Obi-Wan's obvious glee. Obi-Wan
seriously yet gleefully tied his master's wrists together with
his hair tie. "Is that comfortable?"
"Is it supposed to be?" Qui-Gon joked.
"Listen, this is serious. If it becomes uncomfortable I want
you to tell me at once. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, MASTER. Here are the rules." Qui-Gon was suddenly
reminded of other games, like 'I'll show you yours if you show
me mine.' "You call me 'master.' If you don't like what I'm
doing and I don't notice you call me by my name and I'll stop.
Okay?"
"Yes, master," Qui-Gon answered, deciding to play the game to
the best of his ability. He was rewarded with the sight of his
lover's eyes sparkling in mingled amusement and lust. If he
enjoys it this much, Qui-Gon thought, that alone might
make this worth it. Obi-Wan bounced out of bed and stood
beside it.
"Come, kneel here," Obi-Wan commanded.
"Yes, Master," Qui-Gon answered as he gracefully got out of bed
and knelt before his lover. Obi-Wan turned away and walked to
the table where they kept their hair brushes, returning with
Qui-Gon's. He loosened his lover's hair and began to gently
brush it out. Qui-Gon closed his eyes and sighed quietly.
Now this, he thought, was not what I expected... not
that I'm complaining. Obi-Wan brushed the other man's hair
until it was sleek and shiny and they were both sighing. He
then put the brush on the bed and picked up a sash from the
floor where it had been tossed in their haste last night.
Smiling at the memory, Obi-Wan started to tie it over his
lover's eyes as a blindfold. Qui-Gon was startled, but didn't
object.
"Is that comfortable?" Obi-Wan asked, solicitously. Qui-Gon
nodded, and Obi-Wan kissed him gently on the lips before moving
away. Qui-Gon felt hands gently guiding him forward.
"Here, press your forehead to the ground... it's okay, I've got
you..." Qui-Gon blushed, thinking of his rear end sticking up
in the air behind him. He could almost feel Obi-Wan grinning.
"My, that's a pretty sight!" Obi-Wan added, deepening Qui-Gon's
blush. He felt the younger man's hands on him, gently
caressing, and then Obi-Wan gave him a few light swats on the
behind with the non-bristled side of hairbrush.
"Have I been naughty, Master?" Qui-Gon asked, amused.
"Not at all," Obi-Wan answered. "You're just being punished
because it pleases me to punish you. However, I think that's
enough for today."
"If it pleases you, Master," Qui-Gon answered as Obi-Wan's
hands guided him back up to a kneeling position, then pulled
him upright and guided him to the bed.
"Lie down, face up," Obi-Wan ordered, as he walked away. "I
have a reward for you, for being so good." The voice came
closer, and Qui-Gon felt weight displacement the bed. "Aren't
you going to thank me?"
"Forgive my thoughtlessness, Master. Thank you, Master." Oh,
yes, Qui-Gon could feel Obi-Wan grin from ear to ear as he
straddled Qui-Gon.
"I have a little treat for you," Obi-Wan said, bending down
with a berry between his lips. The berry pressed gently against
Qui-Gon's lips, until he opened his lips and felt Obi-Wan
kissing the fruit into his mouth. "Now it's your turn. Just
hold it," Obi-Wan said, placing another berry on his lover's
lips before kissing it off--with a few extraneous licks and
nibbles.
"Are you going to feed me the entire bowl of berries, Master?"
Qui-Gon asked, amused yet hopeful. He felt Obi-Wan's breath on
his lips as Obi-Wan answered.
"Only if you're very, very good." Obi-Wan kissed his lover
again before taking another berry in his lips. He leaned over
and pressed it into Qui-Gon's lips with his tongue, tongue
following the berry in to explore his lover's mouth, and
finally to mash the berry against his lover's teeth before
withdrawing. He waited patiently for Qui-Gon to finish his
berry before placing another berry on Qui-Gon's lips to kiss
off, which he did with a nip.
"Would you like another?" Obi-Wan asked, mischievously.
"Yes, please, Master."
Obi-Wan put another berry between his lips, then lifted
Qui-Gon's bound hands over his head and held them there.
Take it, he sent telepathically, bumping Qui-Gon's lips
lightly with the berry before pulling back. Qui-Gon reached up
obediently, straining against his lover's grasp, searching for
the berry with parted lips. Pleased, Obi-Wan let him have it,
and Qui-Gon felt his arousal not only through their link but
also as an erection pressing into his stomach as Obi-Wan placed
another berry on his lips and kissed it off.
Obi-Wan shifted his grasp on Qui-Gon's arms so he was holding
him with one hand, and placed a another berry between his lips
before. Take another, he sent, pulling away. Qui-Gon
strained upwards, tracing his lips along Obi-Wan's neck and
chin, searching for the berry. This berry they shared with a
kiss.
"Excuse me, Master," Qui-Gon said, "But I can think of
something I'd rather have in my mouth than another berry." He
heard Obi-Wan's quick intake of breath, almost a gasp, and
smiled mischievously.
"You're impertinent, but that's an excellent idea," Obi-Wan
answered.
"No impertinence intended," Qui-Gon answered mischievously.
"Just thinking of my master's pleasure... and my own."
"Well, in that case," Obi-Wan said, moving higher to straddle
his lover's chest, "I should probably agree. After all, you've
been very good." He wriggled closer, and reached down to gently
guide Qui-Gon's head to his penis. As Qui-Gon's mouth enclosed
him, he whimpered and shifted, trying to find a comfortable
position for his lover. He moaned loudly as Qui-Gon found a
particularly good spot.
I love the noises you make, Qui-Gon sent.
Obi-Wan moaned louder and thought, Why didn't you say so
earlier? and aren't you supposed to be calling me master?
It's rude to talk with my mouth full, Master.
It's very disconcerting, Obi-Wan thought, to laugh
and moan at the same time, as he did just that. Moaning
louder and louder, he came in his lover's mouth.
He moved carefully to lie down beside Qui-Gon. "As soon as I
catch my breath, it's your turn."
"I don't think so," Qui-Gon answered. "I think it's time for my
revenge." Obi-Wan whimpered and untied Qui-Gon's hands and took
off his blindfold. Qui-Gon blindfolded his apprentice and tied
his hands behind his back, then bent him over the bed. "I think
there's a bad boy who needs to be punished for being a tease."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan breathed. Qui-Gon was glad Obi-Wan was
blindfolded, so the young man couldn't see the indulgent,
affectionate smile he suddenly had plastered across his face.
He got the hairbrush and gave Obi-Wan a few light taps with it.
Obi-Wan's reaction was one of obvious arousal, so Qui-Gon
continued the light tapping. Experimentally, he tapped a little
harder. Obi-Wan whimpered and wriggled his butt a little, which
was starting to turn pink. Qui-Gon ran his hands over his
lover's pink behind, and was rewarded with a gasp and whimper.
"You like that?"
"Yes, Master."
"Would you like me to spank you harder?"
"Yes, Master."
"Say please."
"Please, Master, please spank me harder."
"Mmm, if you ask me like that, how can I resist?" Qui-Gon
spanked him harder. Obi-Wan moaned.
"Master, please fuck me." Qui-Gon felt an interesting
sensation, like all his brain functions suddenly shutting down
from arousal. He reached down to caress Obi-Wan's cheek.
"Are you sure?" Qui-Gon asked. "We haven't tried that yet."
"Yes, please, I want it. Please, fuck me," Obi-Wan begged,
whimpering.
At the sound of his lover begging, Qui-Gon was almost in a
delirium of lust, but he kept his wits enough to go and get the
lubricant and say, "If this hurts, I'm stopping." Obi-Wan
nodded.
Qui-Gon reached into his link with Obi-Wan, and strengthened
it. His lover's lust combined with his own was almost enough to
drive him beyond control, but not quite. He wanted to be
instantly aware of any discomfort.
"Oh, yes..." Obi-Wan moaned as Qui-Gon slowly entered him. His
breathing was ragged, and he swayed his back a little,
sensuously, whimpering, and tossed his head back.
"You're so beautiful," Qui-Gon breathed as he picked up the
pace. Obi-Wan whimpered louder. "Next time I think we should do
this in front of a mirror, or with you on your back, so I can
watch your face." Obi-Wan moaned and writhed, and Qui-Gon sent,
I love watching your face when you come.
"Please, more, harder... yes!" Obi-Wan cried out. "Oh, please,
Master, fuck me hard!" He almost yelled an incoherent sound as
he came, almost thrashing, and drove Qui-Gon over the edge
himself, calling out his lover's name and grabbing the edge of
the bed to keep his footing.
Regretfully (that it was over), Qui-Gon pulled away and untied
his lover's hands. He lifted Obi-Wan into bed, and removed the
blindfold, then held him, gently.
"So much for your reputation as being undemonstrative," Qui-Gon
commented. Obi-Wan just whimpered and moved closer. Qui-Gon
kissed Obi-Wan tenderly on the forehead and petted his hair,
and Obi-Wan looked up at him with an unusual serenity. It was
the most relaxed Qui-Gon had ever seen his lover. He closed his
eyes and could almost feel Obi-Wan's defenses--the wit, the
sense of propriety--hovering off at a distance, and his own
strength enclosing them both. He leaned in and kissed Obi-Wan
on the lips.
"So," Obi-Wan whispered, a bit of mischief in his voice but
still unusually mellow, "you think you could bear to do that
again?" Qui-Gon laughed gently.
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