Master Apprentice
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So Big
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"What's wrong, Obi-Wan?"
"I just didn't realize it would be so --- BIG --- Master!"
Qui-Gon looked at the bright yellow coil of wrinkled, furry skin that was currently wrapped tightly around his leg and sighed. "Actually, she's not overly large for a B'listen," he said, reaching down to peel loose one long-fingered paw. "Besides, she'll only be here for a short while. Just until she's well enough to return to the animal garden."
"But, Master," Obi-Wan whined, "I had plans for us tonight! I wanted to -- well, you know!" He looked up through indecently long lashes and pouted.
"We can still 'you know', beloved," Qui-Gon said, stepping in closer and sliding his arms around his Padawan.
"How?" the younger man demanded petulantly, even as he arched forward into the other's chest, tipping his head back to give Qui-Gon access to his sensitive throat.
"Like this." Warm, pliant lips traced the edge of Obi-Wan's jaw. "And, this." A tongue painted a wet, cooling trail down the cleft in his chin, down his neck, and to the juncture of his shoulder. "And, maybe this." Obi-Wan shivered and gasped as teeth closed on his flesh, the sensation verging on pain and going straight to his groin.
He stepped in closer, pressing his hips against his Master's, feeling the heat of Qui-Gon's erection even through the thin fabric of their workout clothes. "But, how can we ---"
"Less talk," Qui-Gon murmured against the hollow of his shoulder, "more of this." A hand entwined in his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his throat once more, while the other one untied the front of his leggings. A greedy mouth fastened on his pulse point, suckling hard.
Obi-Wan groaned. Frantically, he tugged on his Master's tunic, loosening it enough that he could slide his hands under it. He scraped his nails along the long muscles of Qui-Gon's back, feeling them shudder deliciously at his touch.
Something warm and sinuous rubbed against his knee, distracting him, and he raised his leg, wrapping it behind Qui-Gon's and drawing their hips even more tightly together.
"Mmmm," Qui-Gon moaned, moving up to nibble on Obi-Wan's ear. With one hand, he held his Padawan's head immobile, while the other stroked a burning trail down his back, under his leggings, to tease at his opening.
"Yessss!" Obi-Wan hissed as a blunt finger breached him. He pressed into it, driving it in deeper. Thus distracted, he didn't realize that the B'listen was moving until it coiled tightly around his calf, effectively binding his leg to his Master's thigh. "Sith damn it!" he yelped. His tone seemed to startle the creature, which only tightened its hold. "Qui-Gon, this thing has got to go!"
"Shhh, love, you're frightening her."
"Well, she's annoying me! Doesn't that count for anything?"
Qui-Gon chuckled against the side of Obi-Wan's neck, the sensation tantalizingly sensuous. "Of course, it does, beloved. But, she seems to be pretty firmly attached."
"But, I want you!"
"You have me," Qui-Gon said, pushing a second finger in as a reminder.
"What? Like this? It's impossible!"
The Master chuckled again, raking Obi-Wan's jawline with his teeth before ravaging his mouth. "Nothing is impossible," he said when he finally came up for air. He reached down one handed to release his own leggings, letting them fall and bunch around his ankles. "Let me show you."
The fingers that had been driving him slowly insane withdrew, and Obi-Wan groaned at their loss even as his pants were pushed down. His erection sprang free, hard and aching and already moist at the tip.
"Raise your other leg," his Master instructed, supporting Obi-Wan's back with one hand.
Trusting the older man's strength, Obi-Wan did as he was told, lifting his leg and letting Qui-Gon take all his weight. A hand slid under his thigh, pulling it up, and Obi-Wan wrapped his leg around his Master's waist. He gasped as he felt the tip of Qui-Gon's hot, thick cock slide along his own. It nestled finally beneath his balls, tantalizingly close to his anus.
Obi-Wan felt the Force swirl around them as Qui-Gon stepped out of pool of fabric and turned toward the couch. The pillowed back slid along his spine then settled under his hips. He let it take some of his weight and closed his hands around his Master's arms, leaning back as far as their mutual hold would allow.
"Take me!" he gasped.
"There's no lube."
"I don't care. Just take me before I explode!"
Invisible Force fingers took up what Qui-Gon's fingers had begun, loosening and relaxing the tight ring of muscle. Finally, Obi-Wan could stand it no longer.
"Take me!" he gasped.
The thick head of Qui-Gon's cock pulsed and quivered as it was pressed slowly inside him. Obi-Wan tightened his legs, pulling his Master closer, deeper, writhing at the burning, stretching, almost-pain as he was filled. He let his head fall backwards, crying out in sheer, mindless bliss as his prostate was stroked.
The tight grip of the B'listen around his leg ceased as the creature began to move again. Obi-Wan tried to shut awareness of it out of him mind, wanting to concentrate only on the incredible sensations his Master was causing. But, as the thing climbed up his thigh, its silky fur tickling as it went, he began to twist against the sensations.
"Master!" he yelled. "Get that thing off of me!"
Above him, panting now as he began to pump in and out of his Padawan's tight hole, Qui-Gon merely chuckled. "I don't seem to have any hands free at the moment, my love. Beside, I think she likes you."
"Well, I don't ---" Obi-Wan gasped as Qui-Gon struck his prostate again. "--- like ---" He shifted his hips, trying to take in more of the invader, scarcely noticing that the B'listen was still climbing slowly upward. "--- her!" He broke off with a gasp as the furry creature wrapped herself snuggly around his erection. A moment later, he exploded into orgasm as she caressed and squeezed and stroked his super-sensitized skin. The tightening muscles in his anus made Qui-Gon come, as well.
Qui-Gon's knees gave way, and he used the Force to lower them both to the carpeted floor. They lay there, still entwined, panting for breath.
The B'listen, who had released Obi-Wan's now flaccid cock, was now undulating her way slowly up toward his face. As it wrapped around his throat like some furry, yellow boa, he heard Qui-Gon chuckle.
"It's not funny," he said, glaring at his Master. Then, he sneezed as the fluffy coat tickled his nose. "Would you get this thing off of me, please?" he finished plaintively.
"Certainly, my own," Qui-Gon said, sitting up and slowly unwinding the B'listen. It settled contentedly across his shoulders, nuzzling beneath his open tunic, as he got to his feet. "Here," he said, offering a hand down to his still-limp Padawan. He drew the younger man to his feet then leaned in for a soft, lingering kiss. "Why don't we continue this in the bedroom, beloved?" he asked, noticing that Obi-Wan's cock was already beginning to refill.
"Certainly." Obi-Wan glanced at the B'listen. "So long as she stays out here."
Laughing, Qui-Gon disentangled the animal and draped her over the back of the couch. "That won't be a problem," he said.
Obi-Wan grinned, letting his gaze rake up and down his nearly naked Master. "Then, what are we waiting for?"
The End