Disclaimer: They belong to George. It being Christmas and all,
the least he can do is share.
Warnings: You may not want to read this with relatives looking
over your shoulder.
Summary: Smut, pure unadulterated smut. No redeeming qualities
whatsoever.
Notes: A welcome back gift for Raven, shared with you all
because Pumpkin said I should.
"I want you," Obi Wan groaned as his lover's tongue flicked a
hardened nipple. "Please." He tangled his hands in Qui Gon's
hair, pulling him upward.
Qui Gon's mouth closed over his in a hungry, demanding kiss.
Obi Wan groaned again, his body arching up into Qui Gon's. I
want you, he repeated.
Qui Gon broke the kiss. His mouth near Obi Wan's ear he
growled, "Then you shall have me. I can deny you nothing. You
know that."
He sat up, settling between Obi Wan's legs and gazing down at
the very aroused man before him. He reached for the tube of
lubricant on the stand next to the bed. Obi Wan's watched him,
his eyes predatory, his lips curling into a small smile.
His expression changed to one of surprise as Qui Gon took one
his hands in Qui Gon's larger one and squirted lubricant onto
his fingers. Obi Wan looked into his lover's eyes and what he
saw this made his heart skip. "Prepare yourself for me, my
love." Qui Gon's voice was rough, filled with lust. It sent
shivers through Obi Wan.
His eyes still glued to Qui Gon's face, he complied. The
position was a little awkward. He had to raise his upper body
somewhat and tilt his pelvis, but he managed. He circled his
own entrance with a finger. Qui Gon watched him. He watched Qui
Gon. He pushed his finger forward, using slow, steady pressure
to ease it all of the way inside.
Qui Gon's was watching him avidly. He began to move his finger,
feeling more exposed than he had ever felt in his life, and
more powerful.
Warm hands rested on the outside of his legs.
Obi Wan pulled the first finger almost all of the way out, then
added a second.
The hands on his legs moved slowly upward as he thrust in and
out of his own anus.
One hand came to rest on the clenched muscles of his abdomen.
The other encircled his cock. He groaned, letting his eyes fall
shut, as pleasure shot through him.
"Open your eyes. Look at me." He almost always obeyed the owner
of that voice without question. He opened his eyes and looked
directly into his master's piercing gaze.
"Please, take me. I want you to take me."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, please, Qui Gon."
Qui Gon released his cock and cupped his chin. "Prepare me."
He hastily removed his fingers and picked up the lubricant. He
pressed some onto one of his hands and then rubbed his hands
together, warming the gel before applying it. He wrapped both
of his hands around Qui Gon's cock and stroked. His hands slid
easily over the hard flesh. He opened his hands and rubbed his
master's cock between his palms. He stroked down with one palm
and up with the other.
He held Qui Gon's cock firmly in one hand and began to rub the
head with the palm of the other. He let his hand follow the
contours of his master's cock, angling more steeply when
caressing the backside of the head.
Qui Gon's hands closed around wrists. "Tell me how you want me
to take you." He looked up. Qui Gon's face was almost contorted
with lust.
"Hard and fast," he whispered.
"On your knees."
Obi Wan did as he was bid. He inhaled shakily as he felt the
tip of Qui Gon's cock press against him. Exhaling, he pushed
back toward his master. Qui Gon seized his hips in strong hands
and pulled him backward, filling him in one thrust.
Obi Wan let out a strangled moan that cut off in the middle as
Qui Gon set a bruising pace. He was giving Obi Wan exactly what
he had asked for and Obi Wan surrendered.
"What do you feel?" Qui Gon demanded. Obi Wan tried to focus
enough to make the words comprehensible. "What do you feel?"
Qui Gon repeated.
"You, Qui Gon. I feel you. You filling me. You deep inside me.
You taking me, pleasuring me. Making me hot. Making me come.
You. You."
With the kind of groan that can only come from deep inside, Qui
Gon thrust again into his lover. Then he stopped.
"Wha-" Obi Wan gasped, almost sounding as though he were in
pain.
"Shhh, my Obi Wan, my love, shhh," Qui Gon soothed. After
several long moments, he resumed moving. Slowly, gently he
stroked.
"Do you want to know what I feel?"
"Yes," Obi Wan choked in reply.
"I feel you, Obi Wan. You surrounding me. Encasing me in your
warmth. Letting me lose myself in you. Do you have any idea
what your touch does to me? Or your voice? Sometimes you speak
my name and I get hard."
Joy at his lover's words flowed through Obi Wan.
Qui Gon's hand once again encircled his cock.
"Qui Gon," Obi Wan gasped. The slow movement of Qui Gon's flesh
within him and the stroking of his cock by his master's large,
callused hand, had Obi Wan trembling. The pleasure shooting
through him immobilized him, leaving him able to do nothing but
tremble, once again completely at his master's mercy.
He was nearly there. Qui Gon sensed it and slowed even more,
dragging the moment out, leaving Obi Wan suspended on the edge.
The gentle touch of Qui Gon's cock against his prostate and he
began to slide down. His muscles clenched. Fluid spurted from
his body, the pleasure and tension increasing with each pulse.
Qui Gon continued to slowly stroke him inside and out,
prolonging it.
Then Qui Gon suddenly pushed into him hard, his hipbones
pressing into Obi Wan's cheeks. Obi Wan felt him come, felt his
insides fill with Qui Gon's semen.
Strong arms enfolded him and he was pulled tight against his
master's chest. A little maneuvering and they were lying on
their sides. Qui Gon was still inside him. His arms were still
wrapped tightly around Obi Wan.
Obi Wan had no idea how long they stayed like that. When Qui
Gon's softened penis slid out of him, he turned over and
snuggled into his master's chest. Sleep beckoned, and he closed
his eyes.
"It's your turn to make breakfast tomorrow, Master," he
muttered, just before sleep overtook him.
"I know," came the murmured reply.
"Don't forget. You can't sleep in every morning."
"Don't nag, love."
"I'm not nagging. I'm reminding."
"Good night, Obi Wan."
"Good night, Master. I love you."
"I love you, too." A gentle brush of lips across his forehead.
Silence. Then, "I bought unara fruit for breakfast tomorrow."
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