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Original Prompt: Because there is too little bottom!Qui-Gon in this fandom. Already knighted Obi-Wan, please, and without Master-Padawan power play.
Original dreamwidth thread: https://starwarskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/586.html?thread=1133898#cmt1133898
On the whole, he generally prefers to be penetrated.
Qui-Gon is aware that this would surprise some people, given his size and his age and his general demeanour, but his body appreciates what it appreciates, and he finds nothing particularly shameful about accepting pleasure from his lover.
He supposes he is lucky that Obi-Wan feels the same way. Well, to the extent that Obi-Wan is more than happy to be the one penetrating, rather than assuming that his own size and age and general demeanour should dictate what stereotype of sexual position he should find most satisfying.
This is not to say that some nights they don't switch positions.
Some nights Qui-Gon is frustrated and restless and expends the coiling energy in his bones in aggressive bed play, and some nights Obi-Wan is exhausted and a little wistful and feels the need to be taken care of.
But for the most part, Qui-Gon is willing to part his legs and accept Obi-Wan's fingers and cock and anything else his lover decides to push into him.
He finds he will never again be able to look at an ice cube without feeling the corner of his mouth twitch.
"Oh?" Obi-Wan grins, "I think we should explore this interesting new development."
"After you've finished what we've already begun," Qui-Gon retorts, but his lover only laughs and pulls two fingers out only to press three back in, all of them freshly slicked.
Qui-Gon curls his fingers impatiently into the sheets.
Sometimes, he thinks they could do without all this exaggerated care. And they go through bottles of lubricant in a rather wasteful way. But Obi-Wan enjoys the wet glide and Qui-Gon certainly isn't a fan of pain.
Pain is something inflicted by the outside world - by enemies and opponents and the evils they fight. In their bedroom, there is only intimacy and comfort.
Well, and the occasional argument. That hasn't changed since the days that Obi-Wan was much younger and Qui-Gon completely oblivious to his Padawan's apparently obvious feelings.
Still, they've come to terms with the past, and reconciled themselves to it. Obi-Wan was once his Padawan, and Qui-Gon is some thirty odd years older than this knight still arrogant with youth, but in a strange way, they balance each other when they are together.
Obi-Wan is always more composed at Qui-Gon's side, and Qui-Gon is certainly far more reckless when Obi-Wan is there to rein in his worst impulses.
Qui-Gon moans and arches his spine. Obi-Wan's other hand touches his hip in concern at almost exactly the same time as he winces. Some movement is still difficult after having had a lightsabre thrust halfway through his sternum, and stiffness in the spine is one of them.
"Turn over," Obi-Wan says, and taps his hip.
Together, they get him turned over, a pillow under his back and his hips in Obi-Wan's lap, and when the first glide of Obi-Wan's slender, long cock begins to sweep into him, Qui-Gon closes his eyes and luxuriates in it.
He can feel his body give, and then the spark of pleasure as Obi-Wan nudges his prostate. Followed, as always, by the warm hand that wraps around him.
He is larger than Obi-Wan, and according to Obi-Wan, a quite impressive spectacle, but he sees no particular reason to prefer the grip of Obi-Wan's body over the grip of Obi-Wan's fist. There are advantages to both, and what it really comes down to is this - he enjoys this, and he loves Obi-Wan, and so long as they both end fulfilled and satisfied, he will never be ashamed.