by Eiluned
(eil.at.phoenixfyre (AT) gmail(DOT)com)
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DISCLAIMER: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan belong to Uncle George. I’m just using them
for hot monkey sex. :`
RATING: ohh, I’d say NC-17 for het and some slash sex
SUMMARY: ABH, totally plotless smut. Well, if you need something to go on,
Obi gets horny in the middle of the night and wakes you and the Master up. :`
You are pulled from dreamland by the hot, wet sensation of a certain Padawan’s tongue in your ear. You swat him away and glance at the clock on the nightstand. "Mmmmmmppphhhhhhh, it’s two-thirty. Go back to sleep, Obi-Wan," you murmur, rolling onto your stomach and burying your face into your pillow.
His response is to pull your panties off. "Obi," you scold, "You’ll wake Qui-Gon."
At the mention of his name, the Master sighs in his sleep and rolls to face you. Obi-Wan pauses for a second, watching his Master carefully, then reaches over to the nightstand, snagging the bottle of lube that’s stowed there. Nudging your legs apart, he pops the cap open and pours a more-than-generous amount of the cold, slippery liquid onto your cunt, sliding his fingers inside of you. You can’t suppress a yelp at the cold contact and you both freeze, watching Qui-Gon for any signs of awakening.
When you’re positive that he’s still asleep, you shift up onto your knees. Obi-Wan groans softly and slowly pushes his cock inside of you. You press your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. Gods, you love being fucked by Obi. He’s a little more tentative than Qui-Gon, probably because he’s nowhere near as experienced. But lack of experience doesn’t stop him from giving it everything he’s got. Take him high enough and he certainly gives Qui a run for his money. And another thing about Obi-Wan. He will not stop until he’s satisfied that you’re satisfied. It doesn’t matter if you say, ‘But, Obi, I’ve already come twice!’ If he doesn’t think it’s enough, then, by the Force, it’s not enough.
He starts pumping into you, holding your hips as still as possible as not to shake the bed. He takes a long stroke out, then a quicker stroke back in, building his pace steadily. Bless him, he’s working on his stamina. For a while there in the beginning, it only took a couple of strokes and he was done for. That performance has improved by leaps and bounds. ’Gods, he’s good,’ you think through a sex-induced haze.
He starts moaning softly, a low noise in the back of his throat, and he tips forward to rest on his elbows. One hand works its way under you to tease your clit. You bite down on the pillow to suppress that scream. Obi chuckles softly, his laugh jostling your body and the bed. "I can’t believe Qui-Gon is sleeping through this," he whispers to you.
"I’m not."
The sudden appearance of the Master’s voice scares the hell out of you both. Obi-Wan sits up on his knees, pulling out of you. Qui-Gon props his head up on his arm, smiling benevolently at the two of you. "Um, Master..." Obi stammers.
Qui waves his other hand flippantly. "Oh, don’t bother stopping," he says with a grin.
Obi-Wan nods slowly, a look of agreement on his face, and you assume that they’ve conferred telepathically. It drives you nuts when they do this. You hate being kept out of the loop. Well, if they’ve planned something for you... You eagerly follow Obi’s motion to roll onto your back.
He wraps your legs around his hips and plunges back into you, thrusting harder than before, with a little more confidence. You watch Qui-Gon discard his pants and stretch up onto his knees, bending down to kiss you. His beard tickles you in that most delightful way, and his tongue invades your mouth. He’s so dominant. ‘I guess that’s why he’s the Master,’ you think inanely, letting him have his way with you.
Obi-Wan starts groaning almost continually, a sure sign that he won’t be able to hold out much longer. Qui-Gon breaks his kiss with you and turns to face his apprentice, straddling your shoulders. He guides Obi-Wan’s head down to his eager cock and Obi nearly swallows him whole.
Qui moans and arches his back to give Obi-Wan better access. You don’t want to feel useless, so you push yourself up and slide your tongue over the underside of his sac, pressing up against the spot that drives him crazy.
It’s like setting off a chain reaction. Master reaches down to where you and Obi-Wan are joined and gives your clit a few hard flicks. Your head falls back onto the pillow and cry out through clenched teeth, coming hard around Obi’s cock. This sets him off and he pulls back from Qui-Gon and lets out a wonderful shout, pressing hard into you, coming hot and wet into your body.
He falls to your side, exhausted, but with a huge grin on his face. Qui-Gon does a one-eighty and settles himself between your legs, entering you in one hard thrust. He leans over you, hooking your knees around his arms, tipping your hips up to give him deeper access. Leaned over you like this, you think through the post-orgasmic fog, he really is beautiful. His hair falling over his shoulders, his jaw set with the force of controlling himself, his eyes wild with passion. Gods, you could come just from how gorgeous he is.
And then he grinds his hips just the right way, rubbing his coarse pubic hair against your clit and you do come again, clutching at his ass and Obi-Wan’s hand. Qui growls and thrusts his cock as deep as he can go and lets go. His mouth comes down on your shoulder, clenched teeth pressed against your skin. His hips give a few more rough, ragged thrusts and then he collapses to the other side of you.
What a sight you must make. Two Jedi and one woman, completely sated and completely worn out. Qui-Gon yawns and Obi-Wan is already out cold in the typical male, post-coital fashion. "It’s three a.m., love," Qui whispers to you, kissing you gently on the lips, "I think we need some sleep."
End
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