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Theme and Timbre - Slide
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Characters-Rating: Q/O - NC_17
Category: PWP
Summary: The boyz and a bottle of . . .
Spoilers: No
Series: Theme and Timbre Series
Ambiance: Night and Day -- Cole Porter (the U2 version)
Archive: M_A, RavenD's page
Feedback: Yes please!
Notes & Acknowledgements: Thanks to RavenD and Mac for the original idea. To me because I needed it (I'm told I need to do stuff for this Ruth person every once in a while). Thanks also to Jennifer and Layna for the betas and additionally to Jennifer for the fact that she keeps telling/giving me these terms (now she's sending me a *book* of them!).
I spilled half a bottle of massage oil on his back this afternoon.
After a warm, lazy afternoon of saber drilling at halfspeed, he, in the languid aristocratic drawl of elegant seduction I know all too well, asked me for a massage. And the bottle tipped and I found myself looking at a golden smooth pool of seslurra oil, spreading out across my Padawan's sliver-pale skin.
I caught some of the oil, but I heard a breathless laugh as a great deal of it slid down Obi-Wan's sides.
"Master!"
"Roll over," I said quickly.
He complied and I let the oil in my hands spill onto his chest.
"You spilled it," he said, still laughing. "On purpose?"
I didn't answer, looking at the amber sparkle of the oil caught in his sparse honey colored body hair. My fingers softly moved to trace symbols in that oil and I shushed him when he would have spoken more. He nodded, stretching, and rolled his hips, in short, making me aware that things were in my slick hands.
Sleek skin over shocking strength is my Obi-Wan. A body honed for combat, but not yet as scarred as my own, he is silk and satin and sinew.
More oil was stroked lovingly as I searched for strains from the day's exertions. Finding none, I smiled; he'd known where this session would lead long before I did. Sly Padawan, should I see that he "pay" for his sins?
No, this was too seductive and fit the lovely summer evening too well.
As I thought, my slippery hands slowly increased their pace. Obi-Wan squirmed and struggled to bring certain parts of himself to my attention, but frustrated by the oil, he could only sigh and give himself over to my slow tease.
Or so I thought.
I was slipping my hands along a stretch of calf, when my wrists were suddenly grasped, and that wiry strength I had admired only a short while earlier reversed us. I was now the one laid out on the mat, oil being poured onto me before I could voice much of a protest. Not that I tried too much.
Obi-Wan was not as patient as I. Obi-Wan was not as patient as I. My slow seduction had roused him and he moved over me, choosing to spread me with oil using his whole sleek body. I gasped, body arching in surprise. I had been unaware the slow buildup of sensitivity in my own body having been so concentrated on stretching his limits.
Soft smooth skin against me, a smile as wicked as sin looking down at me, and the sweet weight of my lover in my arms undid me and I rocked upward.
Accustomed to each other's timing, we sought the movements that would bring us to completion only to discover that so much oil made it almost impossible to find and share a rhythm. For several seconds we could only look at one another in dismay, before I summoned the Force and created a "wall" behind me. Given something to move against, we lost no time in resuming our sliding motion, almost scrabbling for holds on each other.
Soon, nothing existed, save for the slide of our oiled cocks against our oiled skin.
The pleasure spread from the center of my body out through me in an inexorable spiral until I was sure I could take no more.
Dropping my shields, I took Obi-Wan in to show him the soul-searing pleasure he gave me, and as always, it was enough for both of us.
I screamed and he sighed almost silently as we both spilled over the edge into silent oblivion.
When we surfaced, still gasping, satiated, he sinuously moved under me until we were both at rest. He shone liked Slee silver in the pale light of the rising moon.
My slick, silken Obi-Wan.
End