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Night had truly fallen now. Millbillillie had three moons and they filled the ink black sky. They don't really need the fires to be able to see but they're warm, and troopers gathered around them laughing.
There was still about a quarter of the booze left, somehow.
Cody was sitting in the sand, leaning against Obi-Wan's shoulder, just looking up at the night sky. It was peaceful and pleasant and warm. Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex sat laughing together on the other side of the fire. Obi-Wan nestled into him and turned his face to press a kiss into Cody's shoulder, so Cody chased his lips as he pulled away. It was just as intoxicating as the first time around. Obi-Wan pressed on his shoulders a little and Cody eased back to lie in the sand, letting Obi-Wan lean over him and slide a hand up his bare chest.
They lay like that, kissing lazily, Obi-Wan's hand exploring his chest and belly, twisting in the coarse hair on Cody's lower belly but never dipping lower. Cody lay back and let himself be thoroughly kissed, until Obi-Wan pressed his erection against Cody's hip with a roll of his own and groaned. Cody too, was painfully hard. Obi-Wan broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Cody's and panting slightly.
"Perhaps… I had better retire to my quarters," Obi-Wan said.
"Sounds like a good idea," agreed Cody.
"Maybe you would like to join me?"
"Got to finish my drink first, Cyare," Cody smirked and Obi-Wan's gaze darkened with anticipation.
Obi-Wan pulled away from him and grabbed his robes from where they're bundled up behind them, then stood. Cody watched him unabashedly, letting his legs hang open lewdly. Obi-Wan watched him back for a moment, blue eyes burning with lust. Cody took a sip of his drink, slowly, maintaining eye contact with his General, and very pointedly did not just throw the whole thing back in one gulp. Obi-Wan's expression was a mix of frustration, anger, anticipation and full-blown arousal. It's a good look on him, Cody thought.
Obi-Wan cleared his throat.
"I'm going to… retire for the evening, to my quarters. On the Negotiator. If anyone wants to find me."
Then he left, head high and holding his bundled up robes in front of him, in a way that was almost natural.
Almost.
Cody smirked into his drink and turned away as the other three watched him go. Then they turned to look at him.
"You do know he wants you to go with him, right?" Rex sounded somewhat incredulous.
"Yep."
"So… are you going to?"
"Got to finish my drink first."
They stared at him some more.
"Is this a sex thing?" Ahsoka asked.
"It is absolutely a sex thing. A kinky dirty sex thing." Anakin's voice was full of glee.
It's also so Cody's erection will go down enough that he won't have to walk back to the ship with his bucket held over his crotch, but they don't need to know that.
Rex snorted.
When he had… calmed down, Cody downed the remainder of his drink and stood, deciding to leave his armour where it was piled rather than to put it back on or try to carry it. There's almost eighteen hours left of their leave; he could get it later. Despite how tempting it was to spend that full eighteen hours locked in Obi-Wan's quarters. Preferably naked.
He made his way through the long grass and sauntered up the great ramp into the main hangar bay, tempted to rush, but equally happy to take his time. The idea of Obi-Wan waiting for him… wanting. Cody idly wondered if he was touching himself, the thought making him smile as he wandered through the resolute, his bare feet padding softly on the cool durasteel. He wondered what Obi-Wan would look like, whether he was palming himself through his pants, or whether he had taken them off entirely. Cody realised, quite suddenly, that he rather hoped that Obi-Wan was waiting for him.
Desperate, and wanting.
He stood at the entrance to Obi-Wan's quarters, allowed himself a gundark grin, then keyed in the entrance passcode. The door slid open to reveal Obi-Wan. He was sitting on the sofa, facing the doors and leaning forwards over the kaf table with his elbows resting on his knees, a glass of brandy in his hands. The gaze he fixed Cody with was smouldering.
"You waited for me. Good."
Cody sauntered into the room, flicked the door closed and locked it, then plucked the brandy from Obi-Wan's fingers. Cody took a sip as Obi-Wan leaned backwards and spread his arms over the back of his couch. He was still shirtless, they both were, and Cody let his eyes wander down. He set the, now empty, glass down on the kaf table, and prowled around it towards the man sprawled on the small sofa. He took Obi-Wan's chin in his hand and leaned down to kiss him chastely. He doesn't need to be a Jedi to read the look that was in Obi-Wan's eyes when he pulled back.
This was going to be fun.
"Whatever shall we do now then?" Obi-Wan said, his language still so impeccable even with the visible tent in his pants. Cody really did love him. That was a thought for later though.
"I had a few ideas," Cody murmured, "if you're willing."
The look Obi-Wan gave him was searing.
"I find I am willing to do whatever you ask of me, Commander."
Cody's lips twitched.
"And what should I call you? General?"
Obi-Wan pouted. He was so gorgeous. Cody wanted to ruin him, just a little. He wanted to know what he has to do to make his ever-eloquent General stop talking so damn fancy. He wanted to make his ever so controlled superior officer lose some of his control. All of it, if Cody could manage.
"I thought I told you to call me Obi-Wan."
Cody slid his hand up Obi-Wan's cheek and around to the back of his head, where he took a fistful of his hair and tugged it backwards, exposing Obi-Wan's throat. He bent down to kiss it gently.
"Well then. I think you'd better call me Cody, Obi-Wan."
Then he bit down, not too hard, and sucked briefly before he pulled away. Then he placed open mouthed kisses on the marks he left behind. Obi-Wan moaned.
"Cody."
It wasn’t the first time he's ever heard the General say his name, but it might as well have been. Cody used the grip he has on Obi-Wan's hair to pull him up, before he let go and sank down where Obi-Wan had just been sprawled. Then he grabbed Obi-Wan by the hips and pulled him down to straddle his lap. The man immediately leaned in to kiss him, but Cody caught him with a hand cupping his jaw, thumb pressing slightly into the line where Obi-Wan's beard meets his cheek.
"Calm down Cyare, we have plenty of time," he chuckled and Obi-Wan pouted again, "I just want to talk a little first." His lips were gorgeous, so Cody moved a thumb to press into his plump bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. Obi-Wan whined.
Cody wanted to kiss him until he was squirming and begging in his lap. Cody wanted to push him down onto the floor and stick his cock in his mouth. Cody wanted to press him into a bed and bite and lick and suck every inch of skin he can reach until Obi-Wan comes screaming, stuffed with Cody's fingers or his cock, maybe both, one after the other. They have the time after all. But Cody also wanted to do this right.
"Obi-Wan. Patience. First things first, you know the colour system?"
Obi-Wan nodded and Cody stroked a palm down his warm back.
"Good. You said you're willing to do whatever I ask but… that's a broad range. What would you like to do?"
Obi-Wan's frown quickly let Cody know that this wasn't the right way to approach the issue. He switched tack quickly.
"Okay Cyare. Is there anything you really wouldn't want me to do? Answer honestly."
The twitch in Obi-Wan's pants and the flutter of his eyelashes suggested that he enjoyed the commander voice, which was good to know. Cody preferred clear verbal communication and he wasn’t above playing a little dirty to get it.
"I… I don't like being tied up. I like being restrained by… your hands, your body. But no ropes or cuffs."
"Good," Cody stroked a thumb across his cheek and Kenobi, no, Obi-Wan, leaned into it. Praise kink, Cody noted, something he was all too happy to work with.
"Anything else?"
"I don't mind pain but… nothing too excessive, and no permanent damage."
Cody internally frowned a little at that. He didn't like the way Obi-Wan had said it. Cody has plans… he thought he could ruin his refined General without any pain. Not minding it is certainly not the same as actively liking it.
"Thank you Cyare. You did so well."
Obi-Wan's eyelashes fluttered and the blush on his cheeks deepened and spread down his chest, but Cody stilled his hips with his free hand when Obi-Wan tried to grind them together.
"Just a little more talking Cyare, I promise. Tell me what you like."
Obi-Wan stilled suddenly, slight panic in his eyes.
"It's okay, Cyare. You can tell me what you like, and later, if you're good, you can have it."
"I- I-"
"Relax Obi-Wan."
The man in his lap shuddered at the sound of his name in Cody’s commander voice. Oh, Cody was absolutely going to wreck him.
"I like it when you take control… and I like it when you tell me what to do."
"Good," another shudder, "anything else?"
"I- I- Cody please," he whined and tried to grind against Cody, hips twitching under Cody's palms.
"Hush darling. You're doing so well. Just one more thing, you can tell me."
"I like sucking cock. I want to suck your cock so bad, Cody please. Please. I'll make it so good for you, pl-"
Cody kissed him, hard, twisting both hands in his hair. Obi-Wan moaned and tilted his head back, hips rocking against Cody's and hands sliding up his chest and over his shoulders. Cody pulled back quickly, to Obi-Wan's audible displeasure.
"You did so good for me Cyare, I know that was hard. You did so well. So how about you get on your knees and wrap your pretty mouth around my cock, and then when you've made me cum like the good thing you are, you can have another treat. How does that sound?"
Obi-Wan whined and scrambled to get out of Cody's lap, dropping to the floor between Cody's spread legs, and reaching for the drawstring of his unders.
"Ah ah ah… hands behind your back, sweetheart. You didn't think it was going to be that easy did you?"
Obi-Wan pouted and Cody had to push away the suddenly incredibly strong urge to kiss him. Time enough for that later, Cody promised himself that he would make sure they have time. Instead, he unlaced his leggings and shoved his briefs aside, pulling his erection out. The expression on Obi-Wan's face was desperate, almost hungry, and Cody loved it, so he slid his hand slowly up and down his shaft, right in front of Obi-Wan's face. The pleading whine he got in response was gorgeous.
"Cody, please," he begged, and Cody didn't have the strength to deny him any longer. He guided the head of his cock into Obi-Wan's mouth, groaning as the man in front of him hummed in pleasure. Cody forced himself to watch as Obi-Wan sucked gently on the head of his cock, pressing his tongue to the sensitive spot on the underside before sliding slowly downwards, when all he wanted to do was drop his head back and close his eyes and just feel it.
"Force Obi," he gasped, and Obi-Wan looked him dead in the eyes as he took in as much as he could. At this angle, his cock bumped the back of Obi-Wan's throat before too long. Someday, Cody will lay him out on his back with his head hanging over the edge of a bunk and really see how much he can take. Maybe tomorrow, if they have time. Obi-Wan whined in frustration at not being able to fit Cody's entire cock in his mouth, and Cody cradled his cheek.
"Hush Cyare, you're doing so well," he said, with affection, as if he wasn’t moments away from just grabbing Obi-Wan's head and fucking his mouth uncontrollably. His General’s eyelashes flickered at the praise. When Cody figured out whoever made Obi-Wan react to praise like this, like he doesn't deserve it, like it was forbidden, he might kill them.
Obi-Wan began to bob his head, pausing every now and again to lavish attention on the head of Cody's cock. Cody's thighs were trembling, and he was really glad he was sat down for this because his knees are damned weak already. Obi-Wan had promised to make it good, he supposed hysterically.
"So good, Obi-Wan, you're so good," he gasped, helplessly, and Obi-Wan moaned and redoubled his efforts.
"Fuck, Cyare, I'm so close," Cody panted, thighs shaking. Obi-Wan pulled away with one hard suck and started mouthing at Cody's thighs, mumbling something.
"What's that Cyare? I can't hear you darling," Cody gasped, his chest heaving, secretly grateful for the reprieve because that would have been embarrassingly quick.
"Please… please fuck my face, I can take it I promise," Obi-Wan said, the words smeared into his thigh in-between biting kisses.
"You sure?" Cody asked, because he wanted it more than anything but Obi-Wan had to want it too. He sat back on his heels and looked up at Cody, lips shining and swollen.
"Don't… don't be gentle," Obi-Wan said hoarsely, looking Cody in the eyes. He didn't think he's been this hard in his goddamn life.
"Okay," Cody whispered back to him, sliding one hand into Obi-Wan's hair and tugging. Obi-Wan's eyelids fluttered closed, so delicately, and his mouth hung slack as his hips shifted desperately.
Cody guided his cock back into Obi-Wan's mouth with his free hand, and let his thumb linger at the corner of Obi-Wan's cherry red lips. Obi-Wan met his gaze, eyes clear and bright.
"I wish you could see how beautiful you are," Cody murmured, stroking his thumb across Obi-Wan's cheek. His General flushed bright red, as if it was Cody's earnest confession that was lewd, and not the fact that his mouth was full of his commander's cock. Obi-Wan whined, shifting his hips again, clearly impatient. Cody smiled.
"Patience Cyare, don't want to rush this," and there he goes again, being painfully honest. Still, he didn't want Obi-Wan to be uncomfortable, so he slid his other hand into Obi-Wan's hair and slowly rolled his hips. They both groaned. Cody tried to be slow and gentle, at least at first, he really did, but Obi-Wan sucked and worked his tongue so damn perfectly, that soon Cody was fighting with himself to not fuck all the breath out of Obi-Wan's body.
"So good, so kriffing good," he gasped as his hips rolled, watching Obi-Wan's eyelids flutter closed as he moaned around Cody's cock. It really didn't take long, and after a few more thrusts Cody was coming down Obi-Wan's throat, gasping his name and clutching at his hair. He sagged backwards onto the couch as he released his vice-like grip on his General's hair and began to pet and stroke his ginger hair gently. Obi-Wan released Cody's cock and rested his forehead on Cody's upper thigh, panting softly and pressing the occasional kiss to the overheated skin. His hands were still firmly clasped behind his back.
"Fuck, you're so perfect Obi-Wan," Cody whispered, "so good for me Cyare."
Obi-Wan whined against his thigh, shifting in discomfort.
"Cody, please-"
"Shhh, it's okay. I've got you," Cody said as he stroked the back of Obi-Wan's neck, "you've been so good sweetheart."
He pulled Obi-Wan up, and gently helped him to remove his trousers and his pants. When the man was completely bare, Cody quickly shucked off the rest of his own clothes and grabbed Obi-Wan's hips, guiding him to straddle Cody's lap. When he cupped the back of the other man's head and pulled him down for a kiss, he could taste himself on Obi-Wan's tongue and he moaned at the realisation. When Obi-Wan tried to grind against his stomach he held his hips steady and pulled back, much to the other man's displeasure.
"Do you have lube?" Cody asked, pressing his thumbs into the divots of Obi-Wan's hips. Obi-Wan nodded, trembling, then stuck out a hand and a small tub floated towards them. Cody snatched it out of the air, raising an eyebrow at the half empty container. It doesn't exactly look old.
"You get a lot of use out of this?" he joked. Obi-Wan flushed a deep shade of crimson and rested his hands tentatively on Cody's shoulders.
"I… I like to fuck myself and pretend it’s you," he said quietly, looking anywhere but Cody.
Fuck, that was a hot image.
"Show me," he said hoarsely, and Obi-Wan's eyes snapped to his. They gazed at each other before Obi-Wan nodded. Cody opened the tub and Obi-Wan blushed as he dragged two of his fingers through the thick gel. Water insoluble, Cody noted, he must touch himself in the shower. The thought of Obi-Wan dripping wet and fucking himself on his fingers makes Cody twitch.
Obi-Wan rose up slightly and Cody held him steady with a firm grip on his hips. Then Obi-Wan reached behind himself and his cock jumped as he let loose a wild moan, head dropping back so Cody could see the fine column of his throat, Adam's apple bobbing.
Cody continued to massage his hips and pressed kisses to his chest as Obi-Wan worked himself open, panting and gasping and rolling his hips.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," Cody told him, and Obi-Wan whimpered as his cock twitches.
"Obi-Wan you're so beautiful," he said, before sucking a bruise onto Obi-Wan's chest.
Cody reached around, feeling where Obi-Wan's fingers were stretching himself open, and dropped his head to Obi-Wan's chest as he teased the puckered entrance.
"Cody," gasps Obi-Wan, "can't- can't reach, Cody please-"
"Okay Cyare, been so good for me, I've got you," Cody said as he coated his fingers in lube. Obi-Wan's thighs were shaking, and his cock looked almost painfully swollen.
"Hands on my shoulders sweetheart," Cody says, sounding a lot more confident than he currently feels. When Obi-Wan had settled his shaking hands onto his shoulders, Cody spread his knees wider, forcing Obi-Wan to sink lower and spread his own knees even further apart with a shaky moan. Now, Cody could kiss him again, and he did it desperately, one hand holding Obi-Wan's head in place and the other, resting on Obi-Wan's hip.
Eventually Cody pulled back so he could watch Obi-Wan's face as he slid two of his fingers inside. There was no resistance and Obi-Wan dropped his head back and panted, whining. Soon, Cody pressed against that place inside him and Obi-Wan almost yelped, his cock twitching uncontrollably.
"Cody!" Obi-Wan shouted, and tears started to roll down his cheeks.
"Colour?" Cody asked, hand stilling.
"Green, green, fucking green!" shouted Obi-Wan, hips pressing back into Cody's hand desperately.
"Okay okay," Cody said, and began moving his hand again, adding a third finger this time, swearing as it slid in easily.
"Shit, Cody, gonna come," panted Obi-Wan, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Fuck. So good for me. So fucking perfect," praised Cody, one hand squeezing Obi-Wan's waist and the other sliding in and out of his perfect ass. A few more well aimed thrusts and Obi-Wan was spurting between them, covering Cody’s chest, head thrown back and moaning his name. After a few seconds Obi-Wan collapsed against him, face nestled in the crook of Cody's neck. Cody wiped his hand on his discarded unders, then brought his arms to wrap around Obi-Wan, kissing the side of his face.
"Sorry," Obi-Wan mumbled, "should've warned you about the crying. Happens."
"S'okay," Cody said, trailing fingers down his back.
Obi-Wan pulled away to smile at him, wrapping his arms around Cody's neck. His eyes were red from crying but bright. He looked happy, relaxed. He leaned down to kiss Cody, and Cody happily tilted his head back as Obi pressed their chests together, neither of them minding the splatter of cum between them.
After a few quiet moments, Obi-Wan pulled back, resting their foreheads together.
"You should fuck me now," he whispered against Cody's lips.
"You sure?" Cody asked, stroking his palms down Obi-Wan's sides and resting them on the other man's hips.
"Mhmm," mumbled Obi-Wan, rolling his hips down against Cody's slowly hardening cock.
"Okay," he said, tightening his grip on Obi-Wan’s hips, "but first, bunk."
With that he stood, Obi-Wan laughing in delighted surprise as he tightened his grip on Cody's shoulders and tightened his legs around his waist. Cody carried him over to the bunk and carefully lay him down before climbing over him. Thankfully, as a General, Obi-Wan's bunk was much larger than Cody's. If they were doing this in Cody's room it would have been much more awkward.
Once Cody was settled between his legs, Obi-Wan gave him a lascivious smile, hooking his ankles behind Cody's back and dragging him in for more kisses. When Cody pulled back, Obi-Wan was pressing the lube back into his hand.
"Want something, Cyare?" Cody laughed, settling back on his haunches a bit and grinning down at his General.
"Yes. You," replied Obi-Wan easily, gazing into his eyes.
Cody swallowed. He didn't quite know what to say to that, so he leaned forward to kiss Obi-Wan again, before fumbling with the lube, slicking up his fingers first. He slid two fingers into Obi-Wan with no resistance, only a blissed-out moan. He didn't need to, but he scissored him for a bit anyway, watching the pleasure dance across Obi-Wan's face, the way his cheeks grew steadily pinker, the way he bit his lip and his eyelids fluttered. Cody could do this for hours.
"Beautiful," he whispered, and Obi-Wan whimpered as he clenched slightly around Cody’s fingers.
Just because Cody could do this for hours, didn't mean he was going to, at least not this time, so he slipped in a third finger and Obi-Wan's mouth fell slack, breathing hard. Obi-Wan's cock had been slowly growing hard again, quicker than Cody expected, but maybe it's some Force bullshit. If his General could use the Force to walk around on a broken leg, he could probably use it to get hard again.
Cody withdrew his shaking fingers and used the lube still smeared on his hand to slick up his cock. He dropped one last kiss on Obi-Wan's lips before carefully pressing inside him. He had been thorough, opening his lover up, so he slid inside easily. It only took one, long, slow push before he bottomed out, panting. Cody leaned forwards and braced himself by pressing Obi-Wan's hands into the mattress by his head and interlacing their fingers.
He was in love with his General, and though Cody didn't think he could say it out loud yet, he could probably, maybe, show him. He leaned down to kiss Obi-Wan's soft, plump lips, trying to pour everything he felt into it.
"Cody," Obi-Wan said, breathless, so Cody figured he got the message.
"So good to me," Cody whispered against his lips, "gonna give you what you want Cyare, gonna make you feel so good."
"C-Cody. Please," Obi-Wan said, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes again. Cody pressed another chaste kiss to the Obi-Wan’s lips and rolled his hips. They both groaned in tandem. The pace he set was slow, relentless, and Obi-Wan panted and whimpered and tried to pull Cody closer with his legs.
"Look at you," he said as Obi-Wan's eyes slid shut and tears started to slip down his cheeks once more, "colour?"
"G-green," gasped Obi-Wan, "please, please Cody, need-"
He seemed to have lost the ability to form coherent sentences, so Cody leaned down to kiss him once more before pulling back and settling back into his knees, hands holding Obi-Wan's hips exactly where he wants them. A few carefully aimed thrusts and Obi-Wan arched his back and wailed, cock bobbing obscenely.
"There you go, gorgeous, feel good?" Cody said, not bothering to keep the smug out of his voice.
"Cody, Cody- fuck!"
"So good, so perfect," Cody gasped as Obi-Wan writhed in his grip, "you take it so good Cyare, you're incredible."
He wasn’t going to be able to keep this up much longer, he realised, as Obi-Wan arched up off the bed after a particularly well aimed thrust. His lover was completely incoherent, gasping and panting and moaning and shaking. Cody leaned forward to kiss Obi-Wan's throat, and his hips lost their rhythm, stuttering forward as Obi-Wan dragged his face up to kiss him.
"Gonna come Cyare," he gasped against Obi-Wan's lips.
"Yes, yes, please," he moaned, "Cody, close… please."
Cody shoved his still slightly lubed up hand down between them and grasped Obi-Wan's cock. A few firm tugs and Obi-Wan was coming again, Cody following soon after as his lover's body spasmed around him.
They lay there for a few long moments, wrapped up in one another and gasping for breath. Eventually, Cody shifted, his softening cock slipping out. Obi-Wan made a brief noise of discomfort so Cody pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. He rolled to the side and began looking around the room for something to clean them up with. Obi-Wan must have understood what Cody was looking for, because he waved an arm, and a packet of wet wipes flew directly at Cody's face. He caught it before it could take his eye out and glanced down at Obi-Wan to tease him, but Obi-Wan's eyes were closed and he looked so gorgeous and fucked out that Cody just sort of forgot what he was supposed to be doing.
After a few moments, Obi-Wan opened his eyes to gaze up at Cody, smiling gently as their eyes met.
"What you looking at?" he mumbled, voice hoarse and sleepy.
"You, Mesh'la," said Cody, smiling softly at how unlike the infamous negotiator Obi-Wan sounded. He began to gently wipe down Obi-Wan's stomach and then between his legs, kissing his thighs before he cleaned himself off and threw the wet wipe into the trash. He lay down on his side, propped up so he could look down at Obi-Wan.
The man in question blinked at him sleepily, smiling gently, so Cody leaned down and kissed him softly.
"We should talk about this," he said when he eventually pulled back, stroking his palm down Obi-Wan's abdomen, his eyes lingering on the love bites he'd left on his lover's pale skin.
"Hm, probably," mumbled Obi-Wan, "but too sleepy. Tomorrow."
He rolled onto his side and snuggled back against Cody, tugging the clone’s arm over his waist and kicking at the blanket with his legs.
"Tomorrow," Cody agreed.
I COMMAND YOU, COMMANDINGLY, TO COMMAND
Jet: okay, what did i miss
Jet: …
Jet: huh
Oddball: I didn't even know we had a chat function
Fil: you don't pay attention to anything that can't fly
Oddball: and?
GET WREXD: morning all
Baby Kote: don’t do it Rex
GET WREXD changed the name of Baby Kote to Fucked Kenobi
Fucked Kenobi changed the name of GET WREXD to dead man walking
Fucked Kenobi: I am going to murder you
Fil: …
Oddball: congratulations sir
Jet: I don’t want to know this
Foxy Fox: and you called me a whore
Wolf: iconic
Monnk: I mean, who wouldn't
Thire: call Fox a whore?
Frog: or fuck Kenobi?
Fucked Kenobi: I am going to murder all of you
Neyo: I haven't even said anything yet
Fucked Kenobi: …
Neyo: but honestly who topped
Neyo: because I could see it going either way
dead man walking: absolute madlad