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Title: Jedi Robes
Author: heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: Star Wars,Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rating: NC-17 for the sub/DOM aspect.
Note: My, those Jedi know how to use their equipment.
Dedication: For salixbabylon, my hero!
The Jedi Kink Series: Jedi Choice, Jedi Binding Tape, Jedi Boots, Padawan Braid, Jedi Utility Belt, Jedi Robes, Jedi Sash
Jedi Robes
The Padawan stands before the council, hands tucked into long sleeves, gleaming toes of recently shined boots protruding from the bottom hem of flowing brown robes.
The robe covers his entire body, but one or two perceptive council members notice that the folds of it nestle very close to his slender frame. Too close to be hampered by Jedi tunics, or belts, or even Jedi pants.
The Padawan shifts his weight slightly. His eyelashes shudder when the coarse material brushes his naked bottom. That is the only sign he shows.
The Master is pleased. He is proud of his Padawan’s control, his decorum in a difficult situation. It is a routine mission report, with nothing to distinguish it from a hundred others, but for the utter nakedness of his Padawan beneath his robe. Nudity is a powerful distraction, especially in front of the council.
The Padawan bows as he finishes his report and takes two steps back. The Master delivers his own report efficiently, betraying not a single sign of arousal, distraction nor even interest in the naked young man at his side.
Except for the faint gust of air he sends up under the Padawan’s robe. An extra test.
The Padawan centres himself and attempts to release his arousal into the force.
Master Yoda’s left ear twitches.
The Jedi are dismissed from the council and make their way back through the halls of the temple to their living quarters. The Padawan keeps his robe admirably closed as he lengthens his stride to match that of his much taller Master. The dull thunk of their boots on the floor is the only noise, other than the swish of skin against skin. Thigh against thigh.
Naked Padawan.
The door is locked with a flick of the wrist and the Padawan lets the robe slide off his shoulders.
“You did well, Obi-Wan.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone retain such composure while delivering a report to the council while in your… state.”
The Padawan bows. “Thank you, Master.”
He is naked but for his boots, and stunning, or so the Master thinks.
“Anyone other than me, that is.”
“You, Master?”
The Padawan is amazed. He has tried, for years, to imagine his Master following the orders of another. He knows Qui-Gon must have served someone, for he is too perfect a Master not to have been on the other side of the equation at some point.
It is difficult enough to believe that anyone else has endured the exquisite torture of the outer robe against naked skin under the keen and disapproving eye of Master Windu. But to imagine his Master naked beneath his robes, standing before council, walking in the halls of the temple, fills him with an aching lust. His cock, at half-mast throughout the ordeal, begins to harden completely at the thought.
“How did it make you feel, Padawan.”
“Naughty, Master.. very horny.”
The Master smiles. “A healthy reaction. Were you frightened at all?”
“Not really frightened. More vulnerable.”
“Vulnerable, you say. Weak? Exposed?”
The Padawan blushes. “Yes, Master.”
“But you liked it.”
That is a given. The young man is obviously aroused, skin flushed, nipples peaked, cock heavy and still rising. Obi-Wan is well-trained.
The Master stands in front of the Padawan and studies his form carefully. Such a lot of work, to sculpt a body such as that. Such a lot of effort, to create such an obedient, perfect Padawan.
The Master drops his own robe to the ground, revealing his nudity, but for the boots - his vulnerable naked body, his thick, hard cock.
The Padawan’s eyes grow huge. His hands shake. His cock leaks a drop of his desire, which falls to the toe of one hastily repositioned boot.
Always aware, always meticulous.
“I would not let you suffer such humiliation on your own, my Padawan.”
The Padawan drops gracefully to his knees and takes the cock between his soft lips. If only he had known.
“Perhaps next time, I will tell you before we go out.”
Obi-Wan shows his agreement by sucking diligently.
Master Yoda folds his hands in his lap and closes his eyes.
Cure Qui-Gon of his fetish for public nudity he cannot. Hope that Qui-Gon will remain discreet he does.
Wishes Obi-Wan’s robe had fallen open he must not.
Difficult, it is, to find serenity, at times.
End
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