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Pairing: Qui/Xanatos

Rating: NC-17

Category: PWP, POV, AU, Fetish/Kink

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Warnings: Light Bondage, implications of a D/s relationship

Summary: Qui-Gon enjoying a night with his Padawan and silk.

Thanks and Dedications: Dedicated to Lorraine - for her birthday. Happy Birthday, darling :-) Many thanks to Nike for the beta.

Notes: This is an AU where Xanatos never turned. It's written from Qui's POV.

I'm looking down at my Padawan, I can't keep my eyes off him. He is gorgeous the way he is lying there, his wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame with white silk, keeping him in place, but still able to move. The silk and his pale skin are a beautiful contrast to the dark colour of the bed frame. He is naked, blue eyes looking at me, a mischievous grin on his face. His long black hair - he always refused to get the traditional haircut - is loose and spread on the white pillow.

I smile as I bend down to kiss Xanatos' lips, my tongue parting his lips gently. He tastes so good, I want to savour the taste of him, want this kiss to last forever. Eventually, the need for air makes me break the kiss, and look one last time into Xanatos' blue eyes, before I take another white silk scarf and blindfold him, taking away his sight.

"The sense of sight would only distract you tonight, my love", I say before Xanatos can open his mouth to protest.

I start to kiss his chin softly, barely touching his sensitive smooth skin. Then I start a trail further south, kissing every part of his lovely body, his exposed throat, his chest. As I suck and bite down on his right nipple, he's arching up, moaning. Satisfied with his response, I repeat the action on his left nipple, bringing it to hardness. He cries out as I use my teeth to gently tug on the piercing he's got there. So responsive. So eager.

I smile as I continue my journey, licking along the line that leads down to his navel. He's groaning as my tongue darts in, I can feel him shuddering as the pleasure builds up deep inside of him. He wants, needs, more than that. I grab his hips, pressing him down onto the mattress as I follow the thin trail of hair that leads down to his cock.

"Beautiful", I whisper before I kiss the tip of it, my tongue dipping into the slit at the tip of it, teasing him. He's breathing hard, whimpering with need as I hold him down and prevent him from thrusting into my mouth. I lick around the tip of his cock before I engulf it with my mouth, using my lips to pull back the foreskin, exposing the sensitive head. My own cock is twitching as I watch his reaction. His lips are slightly parted as small whimpers and moans keep escape him, his hands are curled into fists, nails digging into his palms, sweat glistening on his face and body.

My beautiful Padawan.

I'm releasing his cock again to start caressing his balls with my mouth, kissing them at first. I love the way they taste and smell. It's all him. It's all mine. He's crying out as I take them into my mouth, sucking, licking. I can smell the first drops of pre-come his cock is leaking; he's getting close.

I hum as I let his balls go - just to swallow his whole cock in one quick, swift motion. I release his hips, my hands pumping my own erection. Immediately, he starts thrusting into my throat, almost gagging me. His cries are getting constant now as the pleasure becomes almost painful for him. I, too, can feel a familiar warmth starting to spread at the base of my spine.

My teeth are gently scraping over his cock, sending him over the edge. I swallow, as his cock is spurting the salty semen into my throat. I can barely hear him screaming my name as I reach my own orgasm, almost unbearable pleasure riding in waves through my body, seeming to last forever.

Finally, I let go of his cock before I collapse against him, covering his mouth with hungry kisses, sharing his taste with him.

"Mine", I whisper as I take off the blindfold and the restraints.

"Yours", is his only response as he's smiling back at me; a smile that lightens up his face and shines in his eyes.

I lie down next to him, facing him. My fingers are tracing his long black hair that's long enough to reach over his shoulders. It's beautiful. Black silky hair against ivory skin.

We fall asleep, my head resting on his chest.

THE END