Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2003-05-05 -
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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.
Notes: This is for Sithdragn. It is her fault. And thanks to Kris for her beta!
Obi-Wan walks into our bedroom, fresh from taking a shower, naked and still more wet than not. All at once I want him. Again. Still. Always. While sex is probably the last thing on his mind at this moment, his entire demeanor exudes a natural sensuality that courtesans spend years trying to perfect. Just being near him is enough to make my mouth water with desire.
Without saying a word, I move towards him, intercepting him as he heads for the closet we share. I shove him backwards, loving the surprised sound he makes as his body connects with the wall behind him. Even before the last of his breath is shoved from his lungs, I am on my knees, my hands gripping his hips, holding him still, as my lips open in anticipation.
He grabs my shoulders as I take his limp penis into my mouth. I roll it around with my tongue, allowing it to slide against my teeth, and begin to gently suck on it. I bury my nose in his groin, inhaling deeply the clean, fresh, musky scent of my lover. I love sucking him off like this. I love taking him by surprise, for it is only when he is not expecting it that I can experience him going from soft and spongy to hard and solid in my mouth.
"Oh, Force!" he whimpers softly, as his shaft quickly begins to thicken and grow under my ministrations. I know what he likes, and I give him exactly that.
I probe the tiny slit at the top of his cock with my tongue, and am rewarded with a small sample of his arousal. While his shaft is still somewhat soft and malleable, I slide my teeth over it, gently nipping here and there. I run my tongue up and down the vein that runs the length of it. I release it from my mouth and blow on it, kiss the tip of it, and then slowly suck it back in. Another drop of his essence on my tongue, and I moan hungrily, wanting him to know what he does to me. How much I always want him. I know how much he loves hearing me give voice to my desire, and I do not disappoint him.
I focus all of my senses on Obi-Wan, wanting to hear, taste, smell, see and feel every part of his excitement. His groans are the sweetest music I've ever heard and I redouble my efforts to pull more of those needy sounds from his throat. I look up, desperate to see his face, and it is just as I knew it would be; his head is thrown back exposing his long neck, his eyes are closed, his mouth is open, and a blush of his passion has begun to spread up his chest and neck. If I lost my sight at this very moment, I would thank the Force every day for the rest of my life for giving me such a vision to remember.
His shaft is fully erect now, and only by completely relaxing the muscles in my throat am I able to continue taking all of him into my mouth. I move slowly, holding him firmly against the wall when he would try to speed things up. Back and forth I move my head, sucking his cock deep into my throat and then letting it slip from my lips. Again and again I repeat my slow torture, thrilling to the desperate sounds he makes.
"Qui-Gon!" he groans loudly, and the sound alone is nearly enough to drive me insane. His fingers tangle in my hair as his hands scrabble for purchase against my skull, and for a long moment we battle for control. But then I give in, as he knew I would, and with a long, low moan, he begins to thrust deeply into my mouth, gasping loudly with each shove. He is not gentle, nor would I expect him to be.
I suck hard, trying to keep up a steady pressure, as he begins to piston in and out of my mouth. His hands are tight on my head, holding me as still as possible in order to shove deeper, harder, faster. His groans and grunts get louder, closer together, until I can no longer separate the sounds. He is close, so close, and I want him to come so hard his knees buckle. All at once he freezes, his back arching, the tendons on his neck and forearms standing out. His cock is as far down my throat as it can get, and I double and then treble my suction efforts, and still he doesn't move. And then I hum, deep and loud, more of a moan than an actual tune, and it is enough. With an almost painful sounding groan, he comes, hard, just as I wanted him to. His orgasm washes over him in giant waves, and as his hot seed splashes the back of my throat, I swallow greedily, not wanting to lose a single drop.
Even as his body continues to spasm, his knees buckle, and he slides down into my open, waiting arms. He gasps for breath, and I can feel his heart racing from the effort he's just expended. I hold him close, ignoring, for the moment, my own aching erection. That will be taken care of in time.
End