"If you move, I'll stop."
He whimpered at the softly spoken words but did as they instructed,
holding perfectly still as nimble fingers teased the length of his
shaft. They slid downward with feather-light touches, taunted him
with too-gentle squeezes and the occasional scrape of a fingernail.
He closed his eyes tightly, fighting his body's urge to simply take,
to sit up and push the man before him on his knees, to bury himself
in the sweet, tight heat of his body.
No. He would resist and would do as he had been told. He would. His
torment suddenly increased tenfold as a soft puff of moist breath
caressed his hardness and nothing more. Again, warm air swirled
around his aching flesh in a strangely erotic touch.
A gasping cry and he just caught himself from arching up. Breathing
deeply, he struggled to calm himself, to wait and to hold still.
The wet roughness of a tongue lapped delicately at the head of his
shaft, curling around the flared tip before ever so slowly enclosing
it in the plush heat of a mouth.
Teeth scraped very gently down the length of his cock as it was
taken deeper into that exquisite softness. His lover paused, then
eased back up slowly, only the very lightest of pressure and the wet
flicks of a tongue against eager flesh.
"Please," he whimpered, biting his lip before any of his other pleas
could escape. His lover pulled back completely, pursed his lips and
blew a cool stream of air over the moist shaft, wrenching a muffled
cry from the other.
"Please what?" Soft lips barely brushed his straining erection, warm
breath flowing over the sensitive skin. He pulled back completely
and Qui-Gon couldn't prevent his protesting cry.
"Please what, Master?" Coaxing words, whispered against Qui-Gon's
belly as his Padawan nuzzled the warm skin. "Was there something
that you wanted?"
Again, the silky touch of a tongue at the head of his cock, lapping
gently at the drops of escaping fluid. "Tell me, is there something
that you want?"
He was not going to answer, no, that too light tone mocked him, was
trying to control him and he was not going to allow it. He wasn't.
Qui- Gon bit his lip harder, tasted copper as he was taken into the
heat of that mouth again.
Obi-Wan pulled his cock deeply inside and sucked hard for the
briefest of moments before releasing him again, returning to rub his
cheek against Qui-Gon's stomach. The cold air hit his wet cock like
a blow and he nearly screamed, biting back desperate pleas for the
return of that warmth.
"Master..." A sigh, Obi-Wan's breath stirring the crisp curls at the
base of Qui-Gon's belly. "Tell me. Please tell me, please?"
To Qui-Gon, the power seemed to shift almost visibly. The torturer
was begging the victim, the control was now in the hands of the one
most vulnerable and he found the words not as difficult to say, now.
"Take me in your mouth, give me pleasure. I want you to make me
come, to taste me," he managed to gasp out. Obi-Wan didn't move but
Qui-Gon could feel him smile. A minute. Two. And then finally
Qui-Gon grated out a final word. "Please."
Obi-Wan's reaction was instantaneous. He took Qui-Gon's erection
deeply into his mouth, sucking strongly. A near scream was wrenched
from the older man as Obi-Wan moved over him, quickly and deeply,
pausing only to stroke the tip with his tongue before again surging
downward.
His hands scrabbled over Obi-Wan's head, seeking purchase but the
Padawan slapped them away, taking all control, taking Qui-Gon's
flesh into his mouth...simply taking. And in only moments he took
his master's seed as Qui-Gon did scream, arching up helpless into
the soft heat of his Padawan's mouth and coming in short pulses of
liquid heat.
Trembling, he lay still, shuddering with aftershocks as Obi-Wan
swallowed, the motion oddly soothing against Qui-Gon's softening
erection. Obi-Wan let it slip from his lips, gently licked the
overly sensitive skin a last time before he leaned up and kissed his
master, sharing the bitter salt taste of Qui-Gon's pleasure.
"There," he pulled back enough to whisper. "Now, you're allowed to
move." A mischievous smile. "That is, if you can."
-finis-
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