Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2001-12-15 -
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
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Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: A series of short snippets, all from Qui-Gon's POV, focusing on his love for Obi-Wan, and their relationship.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
This one hasn't been betad - you've been warned.
I come upon him as he is wandering aimlessly through one of the many temple gardens, and I am instantly hard for him. There are others walking in this very same garden, but at the moment, none are nearby. On his right is a brick wall that divides this part of the garden from a small picnic area, on his left a small grove of trees. It is perfect.
Just as he is beginning to sense my presence through our training bond, I rush at him, shoving him forward and into the brick wall. At the very last instant, I use the Force to cushion him, so that he is not hurt. I press up against him, one hand covering his mouth, barely muffling the sound of his surprise as he struggles against me.
"Be still!" I whisper harshly in his ear. Realizing it is me, he immediately stops struggling. "And be very quiet!" He nods in understanding, and as I pull my hand from his mouth, he flicks his tongue across the pads of my fingers. A bolt of white hot desire shoots straight to my already aching cock.
I push my knee between his thighs, and he obligingly spreads his legs for me. Moving quickly, I undo the ties of his leggings and yank them down. He hisses softly as the cool air kisses his skin. I slip to my knees on the ground behind him, and without fanfare, I grab the cheeks of his rear end and press my face between them, my tongue unerringly finding the small puckered opening to his body.
A sharp intake of breath is the only sound he makes as I hurriedly push my tongue into his body, tasting him, preparing him. He clenches his muscles tightly around my tongue, giving me a sample of what he will do to me once I am buried deep within him.
With one hand, I reach around him, and am pleased to find he is already hard. For me. He is hard for me. The idea that he wants me as badly as I want him is incredibly intoxicating. I begin to move my hand up and down his hardness, and I can feel through our bond how hard he is struggling to remain silent.
He is a noisy lover, and while I love to make him moan, to cry out, to scream in passion, there is something so delicious in this forced silence.
The movement of his hips as he tries to push himself onto my tongue and then into my hand, along with his now leaking hardness, tells me he is ready. I surge upwards, fumbling with the opening of my leggings, and then I have my shaft out and he is pushing back against me, his body begging for what I am desperate to give him.
I guide my cock to his opening, and though it is wet from my tongue, he is tight and unstretched. Perfect. I begin to push into him, slowly, not wanting to hurt him, but with a steady pressure. He is so hot. So tight. So perfect.
He moans softly as just the head of my erection slips in, and I stop pushing, giving him a chance to adjust to my girth. He is standing against the wall, his face turned sideways, his hands supporting him, and with another soft moan, he pushes backwards, impaling himself further.
All at once we hear laughter coming from just beyond the wall, and both of us freeze for a moment. Pushing my face against his, I whisper softly, "you must be very quiet, my Padawan. Can you do that?"
He swallows and then gives a quick nod. It is enough. He will do what I've asked of him. He always does.
I once again begin pushing into him, trying to take it slow even though I am burning for him. He has other ideas, however, and with a jerk of his hips, he lets me know what he wants. I comply. As I always do. I thrust hard, and suddenly I am fully sheathed within his body. And it is perfect.
And as much as I would like to take my time, teasing both of us with the promise of an eventual orgasm, I am peripherally aware of others in the garden, and know we do not have the luxury of a long, slow ride. Instead, it will be hard and fast. And it will be perfect. As it always is.
With one hand still wrapped around his cock, I use the other to hold him steady as I pull out of him and then shove myself deeply back in to the unbelievable hot tightness that is mine to plunder at will. Again I pull out and shove back in. And again, this time with just a slightly different angle, and he gasps as I nudge his prostate with my shaft. I quicken the pace, pulling out, almost all of the way, and then with a quick snap of my hips, I am thrusting back into him. It is so good. Hot, tight, and with each thrust he clenches his muscles tightly around me. He is good. Perfect. Oh Force, it is good.
He twists his head even further, his mouth seeking mine, and then I am swallowing his moan as he begins to hitch and shudder beneath me. I am so close, so very close, and it is so wonderful, and I shove myself deeper, harder, and then I hear the sound of his seed spurting against the brick wall, and it is enough.
I buck against him, straining, aching, not breathing, until finally with a gasp, I am coming, and Force, oh Force, it is incredible. For just a moment I wonder if I'm going to be able to continue standing, but somehow I remain upright, though I am leaning heavily against him.
We hear movement behind us, and both of us realize we will not be alone much longer. Finding strength I did not know I had, I pull myself away from him and quickly tuck my softening penis back into my leggings. Together we get his leggings back up and he just barely has them tied, when a group of young initiates walk around the corner ahead of us. We smile and nod at them as they pass us, and a moment later, they disappear around the next bend.
I lean down and press a soft kiss on Obi-Wan's lips. "That was perfect!" I whisper as I pull back. He beams at me, and together we head back towards the temple.
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