fic: [star wars] of pleasures to come (qui/obi, nc-17)
Title: Of Pleasures To Come
Author: sydian
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Property of George Lucas.
Summary: It's time for Qui-Gon to fulfill his promise.
Author's Notes: Written as a Christmas present for squirekali. First time, rather more porny than I thought it would be. I hope it still qualifies as fluff. ;)
Of Pleasures To Come
Ready for your Trials you soon will be, Obi-Wan.
They drew the Force about them like a veil, shielding themselves from curious glances as they retreated into the shadows cast by the palace wall. Obi-Wan melted against the smooth stone, grateful for the support as he looked up into his master's eyes. For once, they didn't look somber or concerned; there was nothing but warmth and a mild curiosity in Qui-Gon's gaze.
"Are you sure, my padawan?"
Obi-Wan nodded in response, breaking into a smile when Qui-Gon reached for the end of his hip-length braid and tugged at it gently.
"Quite certain, master."
"You're timing is… peculiar, Obi-Wan, " Qui-Gon whispered, leaning in until their chests were almost touching. "I didn't expect you to speak up until our return to the Temple."
Qui-Gon's voice dropped lower, a soft rumble that vibrated in Obi-Wan's chest and kindled a slow-burning flame in his belly.
"It seemed wise to address the… issue before our departure," Obi-Wan murmured, ducking his head to hide his grin. Qui-Gon was having none of it; he took a hold of Obi-Wan's chin, his large fingers gentle as always, and made his padawan look back up at him. He was even closer than before, his head lowered to bring him almost eye to eye with Obi-Wan.
"Ever the practical, my Obi-Wan," he teased, his breath flowing in gentle waves against Obi-Wan's mouth. Obi-Wan swallowed, his amusement forgotten. All he could think of now was Qui-Gon's proximity, the combined heat of their bodies, the electrifying tingle flowing along their lightly shielded bond.
"Master, please…"
The kiss grew slowly between them, a warm brush of mouth on mouth, a gentle teasing pressure that left Obi-Wan aching for more. He pushed away from the wall, into the solid warmth of Qui-Gon's body, moaning softly when Qui-Gon's arms came up around him, pulling him close. Their lips met again, surer, harder, hungry for the taste of each other. Obi-Wan fisted his hands in the rough material of Qui-Gon's robe, pressing himself against his master's familiar frame, needing to be closer.
It was Qui-Gon who broke away first, breathing just as hard as Obi-Wan. He brought his mouth to Obi-Wan's ear, nuzzling the soft skin behind it. The sensation was unlike anything Obi-Wan had ever felt, white-hot pleasure that seemed to shoot straight to his groin. He felt himself harden rapidly, bucking his hips in an instinctive search for friction. Qui-Gon smiled against his neck, then lifted his head to whisper in his ear.
"So eager, my padawan," and it was almost impossible to focus on the words with the sensation of Qui-Gon's hot breath caressing his ear, "so beautiful."
Obi-Wan whimpered, burrowing his face in Qui-Gon's chest, aching for the feel of his master's skin under the coarse fabric of his tunic.
"Please," he mouthed silently, "please, master, please…"
Qui-Gon's hands moved down the length of Obi-Wan's back, to the curve of his buttocks, cupping the firm flesh. Obi-Wan felt himself be lifted, then his back was against the smooth, cool stone of the wall and Qui-Gon was nudging his legs apart, slipping one of his thighs between Obi-Wan's hips. The sensation of hard muscle pressing against Obi-Wan's cock was delicious; he rocked himself against Qui-Gon's thigh, hard little thrusts that triggered sharp spikes of pleasure in his groin.
"Yes, my padawan," Qui-Gon murmured, his tongue dipping wet and hot into Obi-Wan's ear. Obi-Wan groaned, his thrusts coming faster now, each stroke of his cock against Qui-Gon's thigh adding to the buildup of tension in his belly. "So close now, my Obi-Wan…"
The bond between them thrummed with their need, a desperate aching hunger that seemed to grow with every touch, every whisper of so good, so beautiful in Obi-Wan's ear, every press of Qui-Gon's erection against Obi-Wan's hip. Obi-Wan whimpered into Qui-Gon's chest, awash in the pleasure of having his master so close, of feeling his own desire mirrored in the torrent of emotions flowing along their bond. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, learning and memorizing this new rhythm like he had countless of katas, but Qui-Gon shifted between his hips, flexing his thigh against Obi-Wan's cock in mid-stroke, and suddenly the tension flared in Obi-Wan, a wild surge of heat and pleasure and raw sensation as he came in hot spurts against Qui-Gon's leg. Qui-Gon followed suit only instants later, rocking against Obi-Wan's hip, his arms tightening around his padawan like he never meant to let go again.
They stood together like this for a long time, Obi-Wan's head resting on Qui-Gon's heaving chest, while Qui-Gon feathered soft kisses along his neck.
"So much pleasure I've yet to give you, my padawan," he murmured into Obi-Wan's ear, a bitter-sweet mixture of regret and anticipation flowing along their bond. "Once you're a Knight…"
Obi-Wan lifted his head to smile at Qui-Gon, accepting this new promise like he had the first one: that once Yoda pronounced him ready to take his Trials, Qui-Gon would allow him a first taste of the pleasures awaiting them after Obi-Wan's Knighting.
Qui-Gon smiled back at him, a true smile that spilled from his eyes and hummed along their bond, before he bent down to steal another kiss from his padawan's swollen lips. They stood wrapped up in the Force and each other until the daylight failed around them, and when they left, they did so as master and padawan, and lovers to be.
Fin.
Author: sydian
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Property of George Lucas.
Summary: It's time for Qui-Gon to fulfill his promise.
Author's Notes: Written as a Christmas present for squirekali. First time, rather more porny than I thought it would be. I hope it still qualifies as fluff. ;)
Of Pleasures To Come
Ready for your Trials you soon will be, Obi-Wan.
They drew the Force about them like a veil, shielding themselves from curious glances as they retreated into the shadows cast by the palace wall. Obi-Wan melted against the smooth stone, grateful for the support as he looked up into his master's eyes. For once, they didn't look somber or concerned; there was nothing but warmth and a mild curiosity in Qui-Gon's gaze.
"Are you sure, my padawan?"
Obi-Wan nodded in response, breaking into a smile when Qui-Gon reached for the end of his hip-length braid and tugged at it gently.
"Quite certain, master."
"You're timing is… peculiar, Obi-Wan, " Qui-Gon whispered, leaning in until their chests were almost touching. "I didn't expect you to speak up until our return to the Temple."
Qui-Gon's voice dropped lower, a soft rumble that vibrated in Obi-Wan's chest and kindled a slow-burning flame in his belly.
"It seemed wise to address the… issue before our departure," Obi-Wan murmured, ducking his head to hide his grin. Qui-Gon was having none of it; he took a hold of Obi-Wan's chin, his large fingers gentle as always, and made his padawan look back up at him. He was even closer than before, his head lowered to bring him almost eye to eye with Obi-Wan.
"Ever the practical, my Obi-Wan," he teased, his breath flowing in gentle waves against Obi-Wan's mouth. Obi-Wan swallowed, his amusement forgotten. All he could think of now was Qui-Gon's proximity, the combined heat of their bodies, the electrifying tingle flowing along their lightly shielded bond.
"Master, please…"
The kiss grew slowly between them, a warm brush of mouth on mouth, a gentle teasing pressure that left Obi-Wan aching for more. He pushed away from the wall, into the solid warmth of Qui-Gon's body, moaning softly when Qui-Gon's arms came up around him, pulling him close. Their lips met again, surer, harder, hungry for the taste of each other. Obi-Wan fisted his hands in the rough material of Qui-Gon's robe, pressing himself against his master's familiar frame, needing to be closer.
It was Qui-Gon who broke away first, breathing just as hard as Obi-Wan. He brought his mouth to Obi-Wan's ear, nuzzling the soft skin behind it. The sensation was unlike anything Obi-Wan had ever felt, white-hot pleasure that seemed to shoot straight to his groin. He felt himself harden rapidly, bucking his hips in an instinctive search for friction. Qui-Gon smiled against his neck, then lifted his head to whisper in his ear.
"So eager, my padawan," and it was almost impossible to focus on the words with the sensation of Qui-Gon's hot breath caressing his ear, "so beautiful."
Obi-Wan whimpered, burrowing his face in Qui-Gon's chest, aching for the feel of his master's skin under the coarse fabric of his tunic.
"Please," he mouthed silently, "please, master, please…"
Qui-Gon's hands moved down the length of Obi-Wan's back, to the curve of his buttocks, cupping the firm flesh. Obi-Wan felt himself be lifted, then his back was against the smooth, cool stone of the wall and Qui-Gon was nudging his legs apart, slipping one of his thighs between Obi-Wan's hips. The sensation of hard muscle pressing against Obi-Wan's cock was delicious; he rocked himself against Qui-Gon's thigh, hard little thrusts that triggered sharp spikes of pleasure in his groin.
"Yes, my padawan," Qui-Gon murmured, his tongue dipping wet and hot into Obi-Wan's ear. Obi-Wan groaned, his thrusts coming faster now, each stroke of his cock against Qui-Gon's thigh adding to the buildup of tension in his belly. "So close now, my Obi-Wan…"
The bond between them thrummed with their need, a desperate aching hunger that seemed to grow with every touch, every whisper of so good, so beautiful in Obi-Wan's ear, every press of Qui-Gon's erection against Obi-Wan's hip. Obi-Wan whimpered into Qui-Gon's chest, awash in the pleasure of having his master so close, of feeling his own desire mirrored in the torrent of emotions flowing along their bond. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, learning and memorizing this new rhythm like he had countless of katas, but Qui-Gon shifted between his hips, flexing his thigh against Obi-Wan's cock in mid-stroke, and suddenly the tension flared in Obi-Wan, a wild surge of heat and pleasure and raw sensation as he came in hot spurts against Qui-Gon's leg. Qui-Gon followed suit only instants later, rocking against Obi-Wan's hip, his arms tightening around his padawan like he never meant to let go again.
They stood together like this for a long time, Obi-Wan's head resting on Qui-Gon's heaving chest, while Qui-Gon feathered soft kisses along his neck.
"So much pleasure I've yet to give you, my padawan," he murmured into Obi-Wan's ear, a bitter-sweet mixture of regret and anticipation flowing along their bond. "Once you're a Knight…"
Obi-Wan lifted his head to smile at Qui-Gon, accepting this new promise like he had the first one: that once Yoda pronounced him ready to take his Trials, Qui-Gon would allow him a first taste of the pleasures awaiting them after Obi-Wan's Knighting.
Qui-Gon smiled back at him, a true smile that spilled from his eyes and hummed along their bond, before he bent down to steal another kiss from his padawan's swollen lips. They stood wrapped up in the Force and each other until the daylight failed around them, and when they left, they did so as master and padawan, and lovers to be.
Fin.