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"What?" Obi Wan gasped, trying to bite back a choked laugh as Geen passed the slender bottle of Kithurr Ale over to him, a mischievious glint in green eyes that he trusted not at all.

"I said, haven't you ever wanted to fuck your Master?" His friend wiped the back of his mouth, and bent his knees, dipping and bobbing down in the warm water so that he peered at Obi Wan from just above the surface, his dark braid floating on the top of the lagoon next to his pretty face, his teeth flashing white under the water as he grinned.

He couldn't prevent the deep flush that suffused his cheeks at the question and quickly lifted the bottle to his lips to keep Geen from seeing how the playful question affected him.