Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-09 -
MMoM Day 9 |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
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.
Once again, my thanks to Sithdragn for agreeing to do another last-minute beta, though all errors are still mine.
At odd moments during the past several days, I found myself suddenly thinking about the nipple clamps in the toy trunk.
The small, silver nipple clamps dangling from Obi-Wan's long, pink nipples.
Obi-Wan hissing softly as he attached first one clamp and then the other to his nipples.
Obi-Wan telling me it only hurt when he put them on and took them off, but even that "hurt good", according to him.
Tiny metal teeth clamped around his nipples. Keeping them firm and erect. Almost as if each nipple begged to be sucked, tweaked, flicked and nipped.
He'd worn them the entire day, assuring me each time I asked that it truly did not pain him. Had the clamps been larger, or pinched harder, it would have been different.
There was a larger set of nipple clamps in the trunk.
My nipples have always been sensitive. At times, even painfully so, which to my surprise, I actually rather enjoy. Obi-Wan knows this and often uses it to his full advantage. He'll lick and blow on them until they are hard and aching. He'll suck on them, flicking his tongue over them, making me mindless with pleasure. And when he almost has me begging, he'll bite them, chew on them, nip at them and pull on them with his teeth. And it drives me insane.
The nipple clamps.
I couldn't even imagine how good it must hurt to have the clamps close over my nipples. To tug or jerk on the clamps, pulling my nipples taut and tight. To flick them with my finger, or even better, to have Obi-Wan's mouth over them, his tongue flicking the clamp and my nipple at the same time.
Oh, sweet Force! Just the idea of how it might feel made me hard. Curse me for the fool I was for thinking this was going to be an easy mission. While self-gratification can be, and often is, quite enjoyable, it didn't take the place of making love to my Obi-Wan. It did nothing to dampen the constant ache in my lower belly that only being buried deep inside of him would ease.
If it weren't for the knowledge that I would be laughed out of the Order, I would demand a sabbatical for Obi-Wan and myself after this mission. I can hear Master Yoda's response:
"Just spent a month, you have, alone with your Padawan. Told to masturbate, you were, each day with him. So tough a mission was it, that feel the need for a vacation now, you do?"
No, I couldn't imagine I would be having that conversation any time soon.
The nipple clamps.
I could wait for Obi-Wan to decide it was my turn to try them out. I had no doubt he would. He knows how sensitive my nipples are. He'll want to see what I think of them. I could wait. But I won't.
Mind made up, I strode purposefully into the spare bedroom. The trunk was at the foot of the bed, and it took but a moment to find the clamps.
The larger set of clamps.
My shaft throbbed and ached at just the thought of what I was about to do. Finding strength I did not believe I had, I willed my erection away. Only then did I feel ready to proceed. I removed my clothing and looked down at myself.
At my nipples.
I quickly tugged and squeezed the first one to hardness, and before I could actually think about what I was doing, I opened the mouth of the clamp and let it close around my nipple.
It hurt. I sucked in my breath and forced myself to let it out slowly, waiting for the first initial burst of pain to subside. When it did, I gave my nipple an experimental nudge. I gasped loudly and nearly went to my knees. It did, indeed, hurt so good.
Thankfully, I'd had the forethought to camouflage our bond somewhat. I couldn't actually shield my thoughts and emotions from Obi-Wan, for he would have instantly known something was going on. Instead, I'd used an old trick known only to a handful of Masters. Using our shared bond, I merely sent him an illusion of my calmly serene mental state. It wouldn't last for long, and if he probed our bond at all, it would shatter, leaving him suddenly fully aware of my intense arousal.
A quick check on our bond told me the illusion held. Good. With any luck I would be able to totally surprise him. I prepared my other nipple, and this time when I closed the clamp around it, I was ready for the bright splash of pain. It quickly faded, leaving both of my nipples throbbing deliciously.
Definitely far too intense to leave on all day, but perfect for what I had in mind. I looked down at the open trunk, briefly considered one of the cock rings, but in my current state of arousal, thought better of it. I closed the lid of the trunk, each movement sending sharp streaks of white hot pain/pleasure from my nipples straight down to my cock. One more quick check on our bond, and I was ready.
Obi-Wan was in the library, working on his lessons. He was seated at one of the two desks, his back to me, as I stood in the doorway. Taking a deep breath, I allowed my true emotions to suddenly flood our bond. His reaction was immediate.
With a gasp of surprise, he was up and out of the chair, his body a blur of motion as he whirled to face me. The expression on his face nearly cost me what little control I still had. He stared at me, his eyes wide, his mouth open, as he tried to draw in a breath. A rush of pure animalistic need flooded our bond, and I nearly staggered under the weight of it.
He tried to speak but nothing came out. He swallowed. Hard. And then he was moving towards me, a walking wet-dream of powerful muscles and unbridled passion. His entire demeanor oozed strength and sex, and I suddenly felt like a trapped animal.
He stopped in front of me, his eyes on my chest. He reached out with both hands and held them, palm up, a hair's breadth from my nipples. We didn't speak. We didn't need to. Truth be told, I don't think either of us could at that moment.
He looked up at me and I don't think I've ever seen such a look of hunger in his eyes. I nodded at his unasked question, and he gently pressed his palms against my chest. Against my nipples. Against the clamps on my nipples.
With a soft groan, he went to his knees, his hands still on my chest and he stared up at me. His face was dangerously close to my cock. All I would have to do is thrust forward, just a bit, and I could have his glorious mouth around my aching shaft. I was sorely tempted.
"Oh, Force, Qui-Gon," he whispered, his breath softly caressing my cock.
"Obi-Wan," I groaned, grabbing the door jamb on either side of me.
He slid his eyes down my body, and he stared at my erection. He licked his lips. "Oh, Force!" he whispered again.
"Don't! Touch! Me!" I managed to get out.
"I have to," he moaned. I watched in disbelief as he leaned forward, his mouth opening and his tongue sliding out.
I closed my eyes and fought against leaning into his mouth. I wanted to. Oh sith, how I wanted to. It would be so easy. No one would know. I needed him. I needed to feel his mouth on me. I needed to be inside of him.
"NO!" I took a step backwards and Obi-Wan almost fell. His hands on my chest scrabbled for purchase, and I cried out as he clutched and fumbled at the clamps on my nipples. It was too much. I grabbed my cock and squeezed it as I came, somehow managing to keep my seed from spraying on Obi-Wan's face.
He groaned loudly, his hands going to his crotch. A moment later, as I slumped to the floor beside him, I could see the tell-tale sign of his release spreading across the front of his leggings.
He looked over at me and grinned. "You are an evil man, Qui-Gon. But you'll get your payback when you take those clamps off."
He was right.
End.