Theme and Timbre: Piano

by RavenD (ravendreams@earthlink.net)

Archive: master_apprentice, anyone else, pls. ask

Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/

Category: PWP

Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series

Rating: NC-17

Warnings None

Spoilers: none

Notes: Well, I needed smut. I was on the bus. I was reading a dictionary of musical terms. I noticed how incredibly sexual some of them were. I shared this thought with Mac. A series of tiny smutlets was born. All mistakes are mine. Many thanks to Catnip for the beta.

Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.

Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.

Piano - An instruction in sheet music to play softly

"Master!" A harsh whisper, torn from a stretched throat.

Teeth are released from the juncture of neck and shoulder. Lips move to an exposed ear. "Shh... Our hosts have exceptional hearing. You don't want me to stop, do you?"

A tawny head shakes and large fingers trip down to flat nipples, rewarding, peaking, pinching. Bodies move together, the only sound a slide of skin on skin.

Even the gathering of sweat simply pools where their bodies join, not daring to drip.

Kisses are shared, tongues sampling tastes of teeth and palette. Obi-Wan leans up, stretches into his master's heat, catching an earlobe between his teeth. Qui-Gon gasps, jerks against the strong body holding him.

"I need you, Qui-Gon." A moment is taken to explore that waiting ear for a moment before moving down, lips meeting lips.

Groans are captured, swallowed between them as they grind together. Breaking apart, Qui-Gon lifts Obi-Wan by the waist, turns him, bends him.

Obi-Wan's scream is drowned by the pillow when Qui-Gon's tongue sears his opening, making him jerk. Then, his voice is stolen by the deep strokes of that hot tongue, that pulsing tongue.

The pressure builds, Qui-Gon's hands touching his back, his thighs, his cock. All the while that tongue, stroking, pushing, moving. He rocks, moving onto that tongue, into the hand that strokes him.

Moving, head buried into a soft pillow.

Obi-Wan's world shatters silently into Qui-Gon's waiting hand.

The End