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RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: ABH. Plotless, unadulterated smut. :)
PAIRING: O/f
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"Shhhhh... we have to be quiet."

 

You look up into Obi-Wan's aroused, flushed face.
"Why?" you ask innocently, letting his cock brush
against your cheek.

 

He groans and tries to give you a stern look. "The
Masters might hear..." he whispers.

 

"I think we're well past the age of consent, Obi-Wan,"
you reply, sucking lightly on the swollen crown.

 

"Yes, but... ahhhh.. do you want your Master to come in
here and catch you giving me a blow job?"

 

You muffle your laughter against his hip. "All right, all
right. I'll be quiet. Now, you... I can't guarantee that you
will."

 

He cocks an eyebrow at you, but his eyes roll back
before a smart-assed comment can form on his lips.
You go to work, sliding your tongue around his thick
cock, drawing his length deeper into your throat. His
fingers twist lightly in your hair, stifling his moans.

 

You let him slide in as far as you can take him, relaxing
around his girth. Carefully, you swallow around him,
tightening your throat, and his fingers clench
convulsively in your hair. A cry escapes him, and you
freeze and glance up in alarm. His eyes are just as wide
as yours, and you both stay perfectly still for a moment
that feels like an eternity.

 

The only sound that filters through the door of the broom
closet is the distant chatter of the banquet. No one
heard you.

 

You relax and start sliding up and down his cock,
stroking the smooth skin with your lips. "Oh, yes..." he
whispers softly, falling back against the wall.

 

You wrap your hands around his hips, tugging him
closer to you, and you quicken your pace. "Trying... uh,
to ah... to get me to hurry?" he asks brokenly, his eyes
clenched shut.

 

You pull back from him, licking your lips. "They'll be
wondering where we are," you reply, probing the slit on
the head with the tip of your tongue, "Oh, fuck them."

 

He slits his eyes open, peering down at you with that
patented 'come-hither' look of his. "I'd rather fuck you,"
he says, giving you a wicked grin.

 

You smile back at him. "Love to, but we won't have
time for that," you whisper, then swallow him again.

 

The pace you set is furious, and he lets out this sexy
little 'oh' noise with every stroke. Pre-come starts to
seep out of his cock, lending its salty-sweet taste to your
mouth. You slide one hand under his balls and the other
between your clothed thighs.

 

"Oh... oh... I'm close... love, I'm gonna come..." he
whimpers.

 

You hum in encouragement, pressing up against his
perineum and against your clit. He chokes off a cry and
comes into your mouth at the same time a shuddering
orgasm races over you. Sighing in contentment, you
lick him clean, not letting a single drop spill.

 

He sighs with you and rearranges his trousers, pulling
you to your feet. "That was nice," he whispers, kissing
you lightly.

 

"Nicer for you, I imagine. You owe me, Kenobi.
Tonight. After the banquet. I expect several orgasms
and a good long fuck," you reply, sucking on his bottom
lip.

 

"Well, that sounds pleasant. I'll be happy to oblige," he
chuckles, kissing you one last time and smoothing your
hair down, "We should probably get back out there,
before someone misses us."

 

You nod, and pull your cloak over your shoulders. He
takes your hand and you both pause at the door,
listening intently.

 

"I don't hear anything," he says softly, "Let's go."

 

You slide the door open and come face to chest with
Master Jinn. "M... Master!" Obi-Wan stutters, "I... we
were just...."

 

A faint smile crosses Qui-Gon's face. "Next time, just
be more discreet, Padawan."

 

End