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Din gasps heavily, his cheek pressed against the thin mattress, as he arches his back as much as he can.
The battle is over, they have a new covert, a new home and a new start, and Din has regained something he thought he had lost for so long.
"Kriff," he grunts trying to get on his forearms, as if trying to escape the pleasure that is deliciously torturing him so bad, but his lover's hands are strong, enough to hold him still and collapse forward again.
"Enjoy it," Paz's baritone voice is even more gravelly as it emerges for a brief moment from behind his back, and Din can hear his lover voice as moist as the kisses he has left exactly between Din’s spread buttocks, large hands squeezing his flesh to taste him like a ripe fruit.
He didn't think they could go back to that.
To being friends.
To being again comrades.
To being lovers.
"You deserve it, Din'ika" Paz kisses and bites the back of Din’s thighs, shaking from the strain of that position, his ass in the air and the wet, hollow sensation making his hole throb, waiting to be filled again.
"I want to kiss you" chirps Din shamefully, as he squints and shudders listening to the other Mandalorian barely giggle, lapping again almost absentmindedly a long strip from his balls up "I –want to see you" he meows again, letting Paz mark his skin with small bites and hickeys, as Paz’s hands taste his flesh with possession.
He had missed all of that.
And Paz too, even though he would never admit it.
They had fucked, many, many times: before and after a battle, when Din returned from his hunts and even when Paz had called him a traitor for accepting the imperial beskar and putting their clan at risk.
Din believed that Paz hated him.
That he wanted to see him dead so he could have the darksaber that now lay forgotten along with his armour, his clothes and his helmet.
He wished he could take off Paz's helmet and vice versa, but neither of them had the courage to do so.
Paz prefers to hide his face between Din’s buttocks, to touch his body with rough, large hands while Din can do nothing but cling to the mattress of his bunk in their new home.
"Not now," Paz replies to him, intent on returning with his tongue to lapping and tasting Din, as if it were the first time for both of them.
Din remembers well the first time he found himself in that position and it seems so long ago that he feels old, but all his thoughts are interrupted when Paz massages with two fingers there, where the ring of muscles becomes tender, wet and soft by his tongue.
"Tell me you want it, Din" Paz spits out a copious lump of saliva and Din trembles as he feels the trickle slide down his perineum "tell me you want me to fuck you, ‘cause I might go crazy".
Din allows himself a soft, breathless cackle at Paz's utterance.
"I thought it was clear," he gasps heavily, his smile tinging his voice, so much so that even Paz grins, massaging the ring of muscles with two fingertips.
"I don't end up with my ass in the air for all of my – ah, comrades," Din says, receiving a low growl from Paz who laps again between the two fingers.
Din hears him spit again.
"I might be jealous if you did that," Paz whispers softly, but Din senses his jealous side in those words, in that territorial way the other mandalorian has to tell him he wants him.
Din grins again, opening his legs more, looking for a better position to offer himself completely to the partner who moans pleased.
"No, idiot, just for you," Din whispers before falling silent when Paz's fingers push just enough to be swallowed by his widening hole, yielding to the delights of that intrusion.
"Just for me," Paz repeats, while Din moans heavily, savoring the intrusion and the pleasure that snakes through his body.
Paz's fingers are big, yet gentle as they slide inch by inch inside him, down to his knuckles and Din feels obscenely displayed under his lover's hungry eyes.
"Taking my fingers so well. So good, Din, so good," Paz whispers dreamily, his free hand supporting Din's hips as he begins to tremble.
"More," he gasps hard, pressing his sweaty forehead on his forearms and moans again, loudly as Paz grins and begins to fuck him slowly with two fingers.
The wet sounds are obscene and his cock hangs heavy between his spread legs, needing to be touched but Din would never dare to.
Paz has his own way of letting him know how grateful he is for Din’s presence and that is to take care of him and fuck him and make him cum only with his fingers or on his cock. Only on a few occasions has Paz let him get the chance to touch himself in front of him (mostly quickies before
Din leaves again on a mission) and that's not the case.
Paz wants to give all of himself to his lover's wellness, to thank him for many things (for saving his son and giving the clan a new home) and Din doesn't want to disrespect him, seeking his own pleasure alone.
But Din knows he's in good hands.
"Tell me what you need," Paz whispers against his skin, kissing the curve of Din's ass as Din searches for his own voice between gasps.
"Fingers. More – ah, shit, more fingers. Paz" the words come out in small gasps, which slip on Din's heavy tongue, who sobs slightly, orphaned of Paz's two fingers, but soon he can feel the sound of the bottle of lube being opened, and three fingertips pressing hard against the ring of muscles which makes no resistance, and –
Din's eyes roll in his skull as Paz's fingers slide inside him with an ease that makes him feel like a willing slut.
Paz holds his breath in amazement.
"Dank far-" Paz whispers, while Din feels himself split in half on those fingers that reach up to Paz’s knuckles, holding still to let him get used to the intrusion "Din. You..." and Din moan and sweat pours from his temples, his heart racing in his chest and his breath is short.
"It's good, Paz. So— fucking good," he stammers nonsense, pushing against those fingers that finally touch that point inside him that makes him scream, as the bliss clouds his head.
"Maybe one day I could fist you, huh? I think you'd like that, right? All my hand in you," Paz asks and Din only answers with a low, heavy, almost primitive moan, as he feels his cock slowly pumping drops of pre-cum that stain the mattress.
Paz grins obscenely, thrusting his fingers deeper into Din, making him jump.
"Sweet little thing" he likes it when Paz makes him feel small, a fragile thing with those pet names ‘cause Paz is huge and he protects him, pleases him and takes care of him.
"Paz. Paz, Paz, I –" he stammers in alarm, the orgasm bubbling in his lower abdomen making him throb as Paz continues to push hard against his prostate, holding him still, supporting him as if he no longer has the strength to do it.
"Come on my finger and I'll fuck you hard, cyar'ika " and so Din does.
It's an agonizingly slow and powerful orgasm that runs through his body in spasms and forces him to collapse onto his shoulders as his cock pumps copious streams of cum and he wants to know if Paz is looking at, when he growls in pleasure, milking every single drop of his orgasm from his body, still finger fucking him a little while longer, while Din moans and gasps and meows.
Drunk in his climax, he lets himself be moved by Paz as if he were a rag doll, finding himself on his side, the strength to only be able to hide his face under his own arms that protect him.
"Paz" he whispers breathlessly, feeling the other move behind him, heavy and massive and Paz's chest ends up against his back and Din feels a thick hair brushing his skin and the outline of Paz's pecs and a soft, muscular belly. Paz is massive, he is a tangible presence against his body, making him feel small again.
Din flinches while Paz's hand is rough as it pushes his right leg forward, until it almost presses against his chest, leaving room for Paz's cock to press between his wet buttocks.
“Cyare" Din whispers again, but he doesn't even know why.
Paz kisses him behind the ear, burying his nose in his damp curls and Din trembles.
"Mine" Paz growls possessively, thrusting the tip of his own lubricated cock against the once again unfolding ring of muscles, that slowly swallow that glorious cock and Din sobs loudly.
Instinct leads him to want to escape that pleasure, while his soft body from the orgasm feels almost butter under Paz's hands, as his body presses him against the mattress, almost taking his breath away.
"This little hole is made for me" Paz gurgles against Din's ear and Din just wants to turn and kiss him but just sobs as Paz starts to work his way inside him.
Din shiver, letting his lover mount him.
"Only for you" it's the last coherent sentence he gets out, before finding himself being fucked hard and fast with his face pressed back to the mattress and Paz's forehead pressed into the back of his neck.
Paz whispers obscene and lewd phrases, to sweet pet names that make Din moan until he feels Paz cum pomps copiously in his sore hole. A trickle of cum drips between his thighs, but Paz's hand is quick to collect every single drop and when he pull his soft cock out, two fingers return to push that goodness into Din.
"Don't waste it" Paz growls again, barely biting the profile of Din’s ear and he knows how much for a mandalorian that gesture is something that goes beyond the simple act of emptying his balls.
It’s possession, it’s marking the partner.
Din brings a hand to his lower abdomen, closing his eyes, thinking he can hold every drop of Paz's pleasure inside and the idea makes him trembling.
As if he were a woman ready to carry Paz’s child in his womb.
It's a complex concept, which he doesn't know if he wants to dissect sooner or later but... he likes being able to think of himself full of Paz.
Full of his partner.
The room suddenly becomes silent and Paz is quick to leave him alone on that mattress but Din doesn't feel used, when instead he enjoys his body without strength and his mind without thoughts.
He flinches slightly as Paz cleans him up and Din presses his face into the pillow, making sure to hyde his face but then –
"Close your eyes," Paz's voice is thin, suddenly fragile, and Din frowns.
"Din'ika," he whispers again, brushing the tip of his nose against Din’s shoulder, "close them," and Din complies, trembling and waiting. He sighs as Paz's hand brushes against his cheek, cupping his chin lightly.
He stiffens, but Paz's soft chuckle calms him.
"I closed them too" he says and Din lets himself be guided until he lies down against Paz's shoulder, strong arms around him and grins slightly when blindly, their noses collide.
"A little difficult this way," he purrs, when finally Paz's lips press into the right corner of his mouth, which opens in search of a kiss.
"You have a beard," whispers Paz dreamily, brushing Din's upper lip with his thumb, "and moustache. I like it," he murmurs softly.
Din often dreamed of the moment they would kiss for real.
As teenagers maybe Paz had given him a quick kiss on the cheek and Din had moved to try and press their lips together, but that doesn't count as a real one.
Now, Paz's lips are incredibly soft and gentle and Din trembles, emotions rushing through him as he feels his own lids flutter.
“Put your hand over my eyes,” he says so softly against Paz's breath that he feels it shaking too "I— might open them if you don't ..." he continues and soon Paz complies and Din can feel safe.
"Soon" Paz whispers, while his lips brush those of Din who smiles, pressing his back against his lover's chest.
“Soon—” he says softly, before diving back into a kiss where he lets Paz take care of him.