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Obi-Wan couldn’t think well enough to realize he wasn’t entirely asleep at first. His brain was only processing stimulation, not thought.
Something foreign, but slow. Something close and warm. A sensation that was fairly familiar.
It wasn’t until he sucked a little harder than he had been that it occurred to Obi-Wan that he wasn’t quite asleep anymore.
He could feel the mental lag as his brain brought his memories back in a flash that overwhelmed all processing of physical things – how he was on a ship back to Coruscant with Kit after their mission, sharing a bed because they had to take what was left or wait a week and they had wanted to leave that planet as soon as possible – before he could focus on his current situation.
There was something in his mouth, he realized abruptly. Something that he had been sucking on in his sleep.
Obi-Wan froze as the situation registered.
Which left him to feel exactly how the thing in his mouth was moving, writhing around, pressing against tongue then roof then cheek, pushing further and further in.
The further intrusion shocked his system, it seemed, and he let out a small whine as he finally realized what was happening. Kit’s head tentacles were moving around – he could feel a few rolling against his face, curling around his neck – and one of them had managed to push into his mouth while he slept.
A quick check in the Force revealed that Kit was still asleep, despite his active appendages.
Obi-Wan pushed, trying to use his tongue to help spit out the tentacle. He was apparently still too sleepy to move properly though, so his tongue pushed against and then along the tentacle, his spitting turning more into a contraction around the tentacle that wasn’t pushed out in the slightest.
The tentacle seemed to almost shiver before twisting around his mouth more.
Obi-Wan felt his eyes involuntarily close at the unusual sensation, trying to process it. And then he tried to push it out once more, only to find that his failure the first time had more to do with the surprising strength and stubbornness of Kit’s tentacle than his sleepiness.
His tongue couldn’t make it budge at all, only apply pressure and then slip along the tentacle.
The tentacle shook at the sensation again before winding its way even further into his mouth.
Obi-Wan tried to move his arm, to grab at the tentacle and pull it out that way. He realized, after his arm didn’t listen to his command, that his arm was stuck under Kit.
The cot was designed for one person, after all. Of course they had shifted to be even more literally on top of each other during the night.
Obi-Wan stopped trying to pull away his arm. He didn’t want to jostle Kit and wake the man up. The mission had been so exhausting, this was probably the best sleep Kit had gotten in over a month, despite the fact that he didn’t sleep well in hyperspace.
Obi-Wan lifted up his left arm and brought his hand to his mouth. He tried to pull out the tentacle.
It was hard to get a good grip on the tentacle. It could be squished a little, but the bit of moisture on it meant that his hand quickly slipped along the tentacle as he tried to tighten his grip.
It certainly didn’t help that he was trying to use his non-dominant hand.
The tentacle didn’t seem to like his attempts, even if they didn’t work. It pushed harder, screwing further into his mouth as the tentacle seemed to thin and harden, as if to get away from his pinching hand. It did make him loose what little grip he had on the tentacle, unable to do anything as it plundered his mouth even more.
He kept his hand there, even if he stopped gripping it so hard. He was far too tired to dedicate energy to anything too futile.
The tentacle explored his mouth more, slowly stopping its march to move around instead of further in. It explored slowly, pressing around, as though searching for another exit besides the one it had broken through.
That meant, of course, that it eventually continued to press deeper into his mouth. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but reflexively tighten around the intrusion, effectively sucking on the tentacle again.
The tentacle stopped at the sensation, before almost bristling in place.
Obi-Wan sucked again, less intensely.
The tentacle settled at the end, the part further up his mouth lazily wagging, pressing against the side of his lips and cheeks.
Obi-Wan tried to open his mouth wider, trying to entice the tentacle to keep moving, this time out of his mouth.
The tentacle pushed further into his mouth instead, forcing his mouth to stay even more open as an even thicker part of the tentacle entered.
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but whimper quietly around its girth.
The tentacle moved lazily in his mouth, apparently satisfied with a more lethargic exploration than before.
Obi-Wan laid there, hoping it would get bored and pull out so he could just go back to sleep, and without Kit waking from his sleep either.
The worst part was probably that he had nothing to do but focus on the tentacle’s movements. There wasn’t anyway for him to move, and he couldn’t bring himself to think about anything else while it kept moving around his mouth, distracting him.
He accidentally sucked on the tentacle again as he gulped down his saliva that had collected from all the action in his mouth.
The tentacle paused for half a second. And then it bobbed down a little further into his mouth before pulling back to where it was.
Obi-Wan sucked again, experimental out of some perverse boredom.
The tentacle bobbed once more, more eager and quicker.
Obi-Wan found himself sucking almost absent-mindedly, cajoling the tentacle into moving in time with him. It at least kept the tentacle’s movements a bit more predictable, as it seemed to focus on moving with him, satisfied with playing with him in this way instead of exploring at random.
It was something to do, while he was stuck with the tentacle in him, but it wasn’t exactly the most mentally engaging activity.
Obi-Wan didn’t realize that he had, out of habit, started using tricks he usually reserved for cocks until he registered the lust permeating through the Force. It was coming from Kit.
Force, was he giving his fellow Jedi a wet dream?
Obi-Wan felt his face heat up at the question.
He stopped playing with the tentacle. The tentacle continued its lazy bobbing for a few seconds before pushing in further and harder into him, apparently realizing that there wasn’t as much stimulation.
Obi-Wan moaned as the tentacle practically fucked his mouth, barely lasting a few thrusts before he gave in tentatively started sucking again.
Instead of calming it down, this seemed to just excite the tentacle more, and Obi-Wan found himself trying his best to keep up with the tentacle, lust going straight to his brain to cover anything but reactive thoughts.
It felt oddly good though, Obi-Wan was pretty sure.
The tentacle continued to slither in and out, fucking his mouth, thick where it kept his mouth pried open to thin enough that he had to desperately suck to feel anything at the end.
A crescendo crashed through the Force, lust collapsing and rushing across Obi-Wan’s senses like a wave to sweep him away.
Obi-Wan moaned around the tentacle as he continued sucking, a bit more energetic than before.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but he eventually grew tired, even as the tentacle continued to fuck his mouth relentlessly.
His tongue felt heavy, barely managing to lick, and certainly not able to keep up with the tentacle’s movements, despite the fact that those had slowed as well.
Obi-Wan could feel his sucks get slower, less frequent, and weaker. He was getting tired, despite how the tentacle was still lazily but very actively still fucking his mouth. His tongue ached and he wasn’t even sure how his throat felt.
The tentacle had exhausted his mouth.
Eventually, Obi-Wan didn’t have the energy to even swallow around the tentacle. He couldn’t do anything but lay there as the tentacle continued to fuck him, letting it lazily – or dreamily, he supposed – play with his mouth.
It kept moving, in and out, twisting in place and waving against the side of his mouth once in a while as it pleased. It kept his jaw open wide, now lax even with the stretch after being forced to get used to the position.
The last thing Obi-Wan registered as he finally fell asleep was the oddly satisfying sensation of the tentacle pushing deeper into his mouth.
Obi-Wan reached consciousness suddenly.
The first thing he did, upon waking, was to reflexively swallow the drool he could feel pooling in his mouth.
The first thing he registered after that, was how he had swallowed around something nicely thick. Which made him chase the sensation, consciously giving a few smaller sucks.
It took only a few seconds for him to remember that it was Kit’s head tentacle he was sucking on, freezing him in the middle of another suck.
A chuckle had him throwing his eyes open to see the dim automatic lights signaling the ship’s “morning” above him.
“I’d apologize for the bad bed manners, but I don’t think I actually made you feel bad last night,” Kit said, moving from beside him to hover above him, keeping his tentacle in Obi-Wan’s mouth.
Obi-Wan whimpered as his face heated up, still wide-eyed with shocked embarrassment.
“Would you like to try having more than one in you?” Kit asked, another one of his tentacles moving from the back of his head to dangle in front of Obi-Wan’s face temptingly.
Obi-Wan could feel the wave of lust he let out as soon as he registered the offer. Kit definitely felt it as well. It was too early for shields, after all.
If there was any doubt of Kit’s awareness of his desires though, it was clear from the way the man’s smile brightened from a lazy, sleepy, casual thing to something much more enthusiastic and anticipatory.
Obi-Wan tried to open his mouth more to let the other tentacle in, but there was only a little more he could open. Kit laughed lightly at his attempt, and pulled out the first tentacle out partially so that the second one could slide in beside it.
It was significantly thinner than the first one, but it still added to the girth, filling his mouth up further.
Obi-Wan moaned and closed his eyes as the smaller tentacle started exploring his mouth.
The larger tentacle slowly started pushing back into him as its partner explored. An unrelenting intrusion compared to the flighty scout, the both of them playing with his mouth in their own ways.
Obi-Wan turned his next moan into a suck, trying to return the favor in some way.
Kit cooed. “Such a cute little human you are, nick pink lips,” he teased, a leg pressing between Obi-Wan’s legs.
Obi-Wan whimpered as Kit started grinding, giving him friction down there even as the tentacles kept fucking his mouth.
“Isn’t this a much nicer way to use your mouth? I think you like this more than how you were using it for the past few weeks.”
Obi-Wan moaned and sucked a little more enthusiastically.
The thinner tentacle, apparently done exploring, wrapped around the thicker tentacle, corkscrewing around the other and creating even more sensation for him as they fucked his mouth.
“You do have such a nice mouth, especially when it’s put to proper use,” Kit continued.
All Obi-Wan could do was continue to suck as the words registered lustfully, moaning as the tentacles kept fucking his mouth and Kit kept him pinned.
“Oh, you do like that, don’t you? Getting to have your mouth’s primary function be this. No talking, no negotiating, just there to be fucked.”
Obi-Wan whimpered, since he couldn’t beg please while the tentacles were indeed still fucking his mouth, not letting it be used for anything else.
“If you want, I could make it happen more often,” Kit offered, “you take to being filled so nicely, after all. I could make sure to fill your mouth in the future, I’ll even keep reminding you of how much better your mouth is for this when we do it, if you want.”
Obi-Wan sucked harder, practically tugging Kit’s tentacles further into him in agreement.
Kit finally moaned as well, tentacles bristling, “so good. What a good mouth you have.”
The tentacles’ muscles must have done something, because Obi-Wan could feel them thickening in his mouth, filling up and using his mouth even more.
Between that and the leg still putting friction on his erection, Obi-Wan found himself coming. His cock sputtered out a load, almost fitfully as Obi-Wan tried to focus on pleasuring Kit’s tentacles without interruption, not letting the mess growing in his sleep pants distract him.
His sucking still got sloppy, though, which just made him suck more desperately.
Kit moaned again.
“Good, so good. What a good mouth, perfect for fucking.”
Obi-Wan finally opened his eyes to see Kit’s face flushed bluish, smile open mouthed so the man could pant a bit.
It was intense, to look at his face from so close. Obi-Wan made himself suck harder so he wouldn’t try to squirm away from the intensity.
Or at least he tried to. He found that it wasn’t very effective. He was apparently still tired from the night before, when Kit had exhausted his mouth and throat in his sleep.
Obi-Wan tried to pace himself, he still wanted to be a good mouth to fuck, but he knew he wouldn’t last too much longer.
Kit apparently noticed. “What’s wrong? You gave me such a nice orgasm last night, do you not want to give me one now that I can feel it?” It was both a tease and a genuine ask, Obi-Wan could tell.
Obi-Wan mumbled unintelligibly around the tentacles as he blushed.
Kit seemed to get the message well enough anyways, since Obi-Wan still hadn’t bothered to raise his mental shields this morning.
“Do you want me to keep fucking your pretty little mouth, just keep using you until I’m done? Even when you can’t move? Just keep you completely pinned and play with you how I want?”
Obi-Wan moaned pleadingly. That sounded fantastic, he was pretty sure.
“What a good little fuck mouth,” Kit cooed, smiling brighter as the lust in the Force intensified.
Obi-Wan moaned again and let his eyes fall shut once more. He sucked and licked, trying to play with the tentacles fucking him as long as possible.
Eventually, however, he had tired out again.
The tentacles didn’t stop just because he did, though. They continued pushing deeper into his mouth and pulling back, fucking his mouth in an unhurried, unrelenting pace.
Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, immobile and letting Kit fuck his mouth. He didn’t really care to figure out how long it was, either. It was much more important to just keep himself relaxed, nice and still and welcoming for Kit’s tentacles to have their fun.
Kit panted more and more as time went on, though, warm breath fanning across Obi-Wan’s lower face and neck, often hitting where lip met tentacle, making Obi-Wan even more aware of his situation. Kit’s tentacles seemed to fuck his mouth even harder the longer they fucked him too.
The tentacles plunged deep and stopped, keeping Obi-Wan’s mouth completely filled with no possibility of movement even if the muscles had the energy to try. The tentacles shuddered, vibrating in his mouth, as Kit came.
Kit’s orgasm lasted what Obi-Wan thought was almost half a minute.
Kit finally dropped after that, actually laying on top of him. The tentacles pulled out slightly, but some of them stayed in his mouth, lazily moving around like a tooka’s tail.
A hand patted his cheek. “good mouth,” Kit slurred out.
Obi-Wan smile around the tentacles, humming in pleasure, before settling down like Kit.
It seemed like a much better use of their time to keep lying on the bed, resting. Getting up would mean moving around the ship, after all, which meant interacting with and talking to the crew and other passengers. And that just seemed like a wasteful use of his mouth, Obi-Wan thought in amusement.