Pairing: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Thanks to Tem-Ve for the beta!
Summary: Description of a moment in time: A Padawan, a Master and a candle
Warnings: BDSM

Obi-Wan is lying on his back on a bed of white silky linen. Black silky scarves are tying him spread-eagled to the bedposts. He's naked. Silver nipple clamps are attached to his nipples, a silver chain connecting them. A longer middle chain is connecting them to his belly ring. The piercing in his cock is chained to the ring with a third silver chain.

Obi-Wan is struggling, not really wanting to escape, but trying to intensify the pleasure/pain that tugging on the rings causes. The room is filled with his whimpers and moans. His hands are rhythmically clenching and unclenching, nails digging into his palms. The first beads of sweat are appearing on his forehead, his short hair is tousled, his Padawan braid loose. His mouth is slightly opened, his gaze fixed on his Master.

Qui-Gon is standing next to the bed. He's fully clothed, safe for the heavy robe. His long hair is loose, framing his striking face. In his right hand he's holding a long black candle, its light bathing him in red and yellow, the flicker of the flame making shadows dance over his face.

He's meeting his Padawan's eyes, Obi-Wan's anticipation - and a bit of fear of what is to come - clearly visible there. Qui-Gon himself appears to be calm on the outside, but the huge bulge in his Jedi leggings says otherwise.

Slowly, he begins to tilt the candle.

Every muscle in Obi-Wan's body clenches as the first drop of wax begins to fall...

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