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rsadelleUnder the cover of peppering Qui-Gon's face with small, grateful kisses, he whispers, "Don't heal them. They'll see." Qui-Gon's fingers on his back gentle, soothing, not testing for damage.
He starts arching up into the touch, making Qui-Gon touch him harder. His kisses get wetter, more grateful. "Please." The moan slips past his lips and he twines his arms around Qui-Gon, begging with body as well as voice.
He moves against Qui-Gon, his naked skin against Qui-Gon's robes. He folds himself onto Qui-Gon's lap, into Qui-Gon's arms. It reminds him of being a child and going to his Master for comfort. He nuzzles the skin just under the edge of Qui-Gon's jaw. "Please," he begs again.
Suddenly he is in motion, falling to the ground. Qui-Gon stands above him, as hard and cruel as he could ever be. "You presume too much, Padawan."
He lies on the floor, alone in the crowded room. Even the marks on his back bring him no pleasure. He stifles his sobs and lets one of the other slaves lead him from the room.
He starts arching up into the touch, making Qui-Gon touch him harder. His kisses get wetter, more grateful. "Please." The moan slips past his lips and he twines his arms around Qui-Gon, begging with body as well as voice.
He moves against Qui-Gon, his naked skin against Qui-Gon's robes. He folds himself onto Qui-Gon's lap, into Qui-Gon's arms. It reminds him of being a child and going to his Master for comfort. He nuzzles the skin just under the edge of Qui-Gon's jaw. "Please," he begs again.
Suddenly he is in motion, falling to the ground. Qui-Gon stands above him, as hard and cruel as he could ever be. "You presume too much, Padawan."
He lies on the floor, alone in the crowded room. Even the marks on his back bring him no pleasure. He stifles his sobs and lets one of the other slaves lead him from the room.