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Category: PWP
Notes: Just had a fun challenge over on SWAL and here's my result.
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17
Series: Nope, unless it's in the very far future of my Chosen One series.
Summary: Webpage Goddess Mona was having a very bad day and she requested a)SMUT
b)Body fluids c)no talking d)bonus points for water. This little PWP just wrote itself.
Warnings: none
Obi-Wan shed his cloak, pulled off his boots, ripped off his tunic and shimmied out of his pants in one rippling motion. Far out in the lake, he could see the flashing arms of his master swimming towards the waterfall. Diving naked into the cool clear waters of the crystal blue lake, he used his faster stroke to catch up to Qui-Gon.
The water flowed over his skin like a Nerillian silk caress but all he could think about was how much better his lover's hands would be in its place. Sliding over his hot skin first gently then harder with callused fingers that knew just where to press to ignite him to incandescent fervor.
Opening his eyes under water when he felt the roar of the falls, he spotted Qui-Gon laying on a moss covered stone shelf, his hair cascading over the side like a silken curtain. He was running his hands over his body and Obi-Wan felt jealous of the strong fingers caressing the skin that belonged to him.
Hoisting himself to Qui-Gon's side, he shook his head vigorously over the prone body laid out like a banquet before his starving eyes. His master's blue eyes laughed up at him while the strong hands ran up his arms to his shoulders and brought him down into a kiss that caught fire even amongst all the water surrounding them.
Incinerating.
Volcanic.
Hot as Tartarus and twice as addicting.
They feasted for a long moment before Obi-Wan felt those strong hands lift him on top and the blunt fingers caress down his water slickened cleft. His legs fell to either side of his master's, opening himself to the welcome invasion. Moaning into the mouth that devoured his own, he bit gently at the agile tongue that entwined around his own.
But the fingers weren't enough and he groaned and pressed back onto the pleasure giving digits. Qui-Gon read his mind . . . again and lifted him up just enough to position his hardening cock at the puckered opening. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and nodded, giving his lover the permission the elder always insisted on having. Then he was filled, slowly and with great joy.
When Qui-Gon was firmly seated deep within Obi-Wan's molten depths, they paused and savored the joining. Feelings of delight pulsed through their bond and the apprentice gave an experimental squeeze that brought a quick thrust against his pleasure center. He gasped and began the slow up and down glide that would tease his lover into thrusting harder. This dance was one that was still too new to take for granted and so he moved with care and determination that it would last a long time.
And last it did, until the spray from the falls could no longer cool their sweating bodies and Obi-Wan felt his entire body seize up and melt down into shuddering whimpers of pure delight. Flooding his depths with his own passion, Qui-Gon panted beneath him. Those strong arms cradled him now while the hands turned gentle, stroking him soothingly beneath the mists of cooling water.
They dozed on the soft moss while their bodies rested for their swim back to the real world. But now just yet, Obi-Wan thought contentedly.
Not just yet.
May there be a water fall in your immediate future!