"Master … will you behave your- … self!", Obi-Wan hissed as best as
his present condition allowed him to, leaning back against the large
desk that adorned the center of the room, his fingernail almost
scratching the fine dark wood of the table's surface and he tried
desperatedly not to succumb to his desires entirely.

"I cannot … do this, not here, if they'll find out … oh Godssssss…."
His voice became even more hissing as the pleasure centers of his
brain threatened to overload because of the tender, yet determined
stimulus administered to his groin.

"Mastaaaaaaaaah … goooooood" His words were garbled when he finally
came into that velvet mouth that had sucked and caressed his cock
ever since they had retreated into Mace Windu's office. No-one had
been in here, and Obi-Wan's lover had thought it would provide an
extra thrill if they'd "do it" right here, right now. Indeed it had –
the Padawan couldn't think of any time when he had come close to
release in such record time!

Exhausted from pumping his young seed down that warm gullet of lust,
the young man collapsed into a heap next to his companion, snickering
uncontrollably as he buried his head into his lover's tunic.

"What about you, Master? I mean, don't you want me to get you off,
too? We'll still have time .."

A hand wiped off the last remnants of Obi-Wan's cum and with a sad
look in those deep, round eyes the Master looked at the Padawan.

"Hear him coming, I do … quick now, straighten our clothes, we must.
Bring me off later, you may!" With a little force-push the tiny
Master helped the otherwise very agile and nimble Padawan onto his
feet again.

At just the right moment, for the door to the office flew open and in
strode a very concerned looking Councillor, who curiously eyed the
two beings standing nonchalantly in his office.

"Master Yaddle? Padawan Kenobi? So sorry if I'm late. I felt … yes,
a great disturbance in the Force, very close by. Did either of your
notice anything unusual?" Mace Windu looked form one to the other,
piercing both of his guests with his ebony eyes, a frown still on his
face.

"Nothing we noticed in here, Mace. Must have been the Grabba beans
you 've had for lunch, convinced of that I am."

"Very droll, Master Yaddle, but since you don't seemed to have
noticed anything …" Mace knew from experience there was no point
arguing with his fellow Councillor when Yaddle spoke with such
fervor – it even made her mouth foam, Mace couldn't help observing
and he quickly decided to drop the subject. Resigned he threw up his
hands and moved to his large chair behind his desk, motioning for
both his visitors to take their seats opposite him in some cushioned
leather chairs. Once again looking puzzled from on to the other, Mace
shook his head and proceeded to open a large folder that sat on his
desk.

"Now – on to business. Padawan Kenobi, about those special meditation
lessons you have asked to receive from Master Yaddle …"

The silvery mental laugh from his companion at the absurdity of the
situation made the young man harden again, and he knew this evening
would be one of some very long mediations indeed with his new teacher!

The End