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"huh," pelli motto eyes his ship up and then down again, "nope, not doing it."
she shakes her head and tucks her data pad into her pouch again.
din djarin stares at her confused, helmey tilted. then he stems his hands in his hips, "what?"
"your ship is a mess, you're broke and you don't want me using droids. i have enough work on my hands," she says and starts peeling a fruit. it is not a black melon but it looks about as appetizing to din. under the helmet he grimaces.
"doesn't look like you're busy," din says and sighs. she shrugs.
a scrawny kid comes running into the hangar and din's blaster is immediately drawn and pointed at him.
"hey, wormie, you're late!" pelli calls and then waves at din to put away the blaster.
"please don't shoot the help, tin can."
din reluctantly holsters the blaster again and the kid lowers his arms again, smile spreading over his pretty face. he doesn't seem too shaken by it, maybe this is a common occurence for him in mos eisley.
somehow, din doesn't like that thought.
"whoa, what happened to your razor crest?" wormie's jaw drops and he warily eyes din, then pulls a smaller datapad from his tool belt and starts circling the ship, taking notes. din notices how the tunic he wears is ridiculously big on him. it's so big, it falls apart on the collar. it would be so easy to pull it off his shoulders, grip those thighs around his waist, cover his neck in hickeys... din abruptly pulls himself from these thoughts. what was he thinking!
"he's a bounty hunter!" pelli chimes, "keeps getting half blown up."
wormie turns around at them, grinning, "really?" he asks, "can i fix it?"
din looks at pelli who gestures at him. he sighs. he'd rather have pelli do it, but he knows while she seems relaxed, she is also very stubborn.
"okay," he says, "i'll see if i can find a job to pay you."
wormie just turns around to smile at him, already so immersed in the work.
he likes him, din realises with terror. he likes the boy. there is something trustworthy about him. his innocence, his naïveté, his eagerness... he doubts wormie is his actual name, but din doesn't have the manners to ask. also he forgets that other cultures often share their names willingly.
he finds a job easy, the hutts are always looking for some freelance hunters to do their easiest dirty business. but they didn't pay well, and he doubts the bag of credits is heavy enough to appropriately reimburse wormie.
he will see if he can talk his way out of it.
he walks into the hangar to find it empty.
"pelli?" he calls, but his irritating friend has already left, together with her pit droids.
he sighs. it was well past sunsets, so he shouldn't be surprised.
"wormie?" he tries again, a little uncomfortable with the name in his mouth. he's not sure if the mechanic actually likes being called that way.
"the name is Luke!" he chimes and a mop of sandy hair pops out of the open door, "and i'm almost done. pelli has gone home."
din nods, awkwardly and walks up the ramp to watch the boy work. He is sweatier than before, grease stains on his tunic and his forehead. He has a rag stuffed into his belt and fumbles with the fuel control panel.
"Okay that should do it," he grins and ticks off the final task from his data pad, "your ship is amazing!"
din hums, "you fly a lot?"
luke sighs and shakes his head, "no, i wish. i have a t-16 but i've never left this rock."
din nods and fumbles with the credits in his hands.
"what time is it?" luke asks suddenly and frowns, "don't tell me it's already past sunsets."
dun looks at luke, "um," he says.
luke buries his face in his hands, "blast it! i can't use my speeder to get home, the sand people will have my ass."
an idea springs into din's mind, "where do you live?"
luke's eyes light up, "a moisture farm. near anchorhead."
din nods and throws the kid the bag of credits.
"what say i get you there and you have a favour with me open to make up for underpaying you?"
luke grins, "seriously? i'm in."
he climbs up the ladder into the cockpit after din, sits down behind him and his excitement is adorable.
"you know, there's something else," luke's voice sounds different when they're in the air.
"what?" din says, tries to ignore the annoyance. they had a deal. he doesn't like it when partners change the terms later on.
"i'll tell you when we arrive. can you land out of sight from the farm?"
din sighs and nods. whatever the kid wants, it can't be big. this is tattooine. people here come cheap.
"dank farrik," he mutters, not even in the air for fifteen minutes, "sandstorm."
"you're kidding," luke curses, "what do we do?"
din starts the landing cycle. there is really only just one option for them.
"well i'm not leaving the planet with you on board," he says, "and i'm not going to kick you out to die either."
luke licks his lips, "so we wait it out?"
he doesn't have to tell din that sandstorms on tattooine could last up to a week. din nods.
when the engines are shut off and the razor crest is safely landed he turns around to luke, who sits comfortably in the chair, lazily with his legs apart, looking at him through his lashes, fidgeting on his lap.
"what was it that you were going to ask, kid?" din asks.
"oh, nevermind," luke says quickly.
"okay," din shrugs and moves to climb down the stairs. it's late and he wants to sleep.
"wait," luke says then, "actually..."
din turns his head and waits, leaning against the cockpit door.
"spit it out," he says, not without warmth.
"i've never had sex," luke says. din doesn't know if he is joking or not. a boy that pretty? not the point. he feels like he knows what luke is going to ask next.
"would you... sleep with me?"
he feels like the universe is playing a mean prank on him.
discomfort rises up in his throat at his expressions. the kid looks up at him, pupils wide, lips wetted. it's clear he wants to.
"look," he sighs, "it's not that i don't think you're cute. but you shouldn't say this to any stranger so you can show off in front of your friends. someone may take advantage."
luke sighs, "i didn't ask any stranger; and i don't want this to show off in front of my friends."
din raises his eyebrows under his helmet, "but?"
luke gets up and sighs, "i just want to. i'm nineteen. but i don't want to fuck around with any of my friends. there's not a lot of people my age on tattooine. most of them have left."
din nods quietly and climbs down the ladder. luke follows him hastily.
"so?" he asks.
din curses under his breath, he turns around again and sees luke's eyes pleading, round. he sees his skin exposed by his oversized clothes, his legs.
"dank farrik," he mutters and turns around, grabs luke by the waist and crowds him against the wall. luke licks his parted delicate lips.
"you're pretty sure about this," he checks and luke nods, grins.
"you want the helmet on or wear a blindfold, it's gotta be one of these things."
luke nods eagerly, pulls the dirty rag from his toolbelt and crosses it over his eyes. he respects the creed, din thinks, he's a good man.
"good boy," din mutters and luke shivers under him, "yeah?" he asks.
din takes off helmet and armor slowly, until he is in his soft clothes.
"yeah," din whispers. luke shivers at his unmodulated voice.
"can i touch your face?" luke asks and din takes his wrists, guides it to his face. luke smiles.
"handsome," he says.
din grunts and lifts luke up by his thighs and sits him on the table. he was thinking of peeling him out of this shirt all day, if he's honest. even during the job. and now he gets to. luke's legs are stronger than he would have thought and his skin is surprisingly soft. he gasps under his touch, so pliant, so sensitive, so unexperienced and innocent but so, so willing and it lights a fire in din's gut.
he leans in to kiss him, lips ghosting over his lips and his throat and he pulls away the tunic from his chest, litters his skin with kisses and when he reaches his collar bone he bites down softly and sucks and luke pulls in air sharply, whines and throws his head back. din leans back and smirks at the blossoming bruise.
"please," luke gasps and din doesn't need to hear any more. he leaves luke there for a few seconds and disappears into the refresher, comes back with some lube and pulls luke closer to the edge of the table, their hips flush together.
he whines against his lips and god, it drives din mad. he unbuckles the tool belt and throws it on the floor and luke's tunic almost falls off his shoulders instantly. he looks so small in it, tiny, innocent, skin flushing.
luke moves to shrug it off but din holds his wrists, "keep it on," he mutters, voice low.
luke complies without question. so needy. so pretty. only for din to see.
"have you done this before," din asks and peels down luke's pants past his hips.
in the back of his mind he's glad lule kept the tunic on so he doesn't have to sit bare on the cold table.
luke shakes his head.
din only suppresses a growl and pulls luke even closer, ghosts his finger over his skin and pulls on a nipple.
luke's whine is so high pitched and needy it fogs din's mind up for a second.
"god, you're perfect," he mutters and ghosts his fingers down his chest. he still wears his gloves but luke seems to like it, skin trembling under his touch.
luke's entire body shudders at the praise and din grins, kissing his neck and trailing his fingers down to his cock.
"huh, you like that?" din asks and luke nods quickly.
"being told what a good boy you are? how perfect you are?"
luke nods again and whispers "yes, yes, tell me."
din pulls off his gloves finally and he only jerks luke's cock once, cups his balls before circling his rim.
luke fucking arches off the table and whimpers.
"kriff, the sounds you make," din grits through his teeth and kisses his knee, his thighs, sucks and bites the skin there.
"i could just bend you over and take you raw, but you're lucky i'm too nice for that."
luke shudders, "nice," he says, already completely undone by a few touches, "gentle it's my first-"
din bites down into luke's thigh and sucks, and luke grips the edge of the table, cock hard and red and leaking. he is so needy it must hurt.
"of course, such a pretty boy like you only deserves the best," din praises and uncaps the lube, warms it between his fingers before circling luke's rim again.
"i have been wanting this all day."
luke whimpers when din slowly pushes in the first digit.
"yes," he whispers, "yes, yes."
"you ever touch yourself here, baby?"
luke's entire body shudders and he is flushed bright red. he nods.
"what did you think about when you touched yourself?"
he is being mean and he knows it. luke can barely talk.
"did you think of this? is this a fantasy of yours, giving yourself to a stranger like this?"
luke nods, whimpering incoherently.
"you're unbelievable," din mutters against his thigh again, kisses another spot and sucks another hickey, "how am i so lucky to be your first?"
luke hooks his leg around din's waist.
"you're doing so good, taking this so well," he crooks his finger inside luke and slowly adds another one, "so pretty, like an angel, just for me."
the words are getting to luke and a surge of affection makes din's heart race. he is so responsive. suddenly din forgets his own pleasure and just wants to make this scrawny mechanic feel as good and look as pretty under him as possible.
he finger fucks him slowly, scissors his fingers and leans down to kiss his open mouth. luke is lying down on the table by now, tunic pooled around him, sweet and pliant and so pretty, so warm.
"feel so good," luke whispers against his lips and din licks into his mouth, the gentle kiss innocent in comparison to the obscene sounds coming from between luke's legs.
he adds a third finger and luke gasps, whining uncontrollably and din reaches down between his legs, spreading precum over his length and starts jerking him off while fingering him.
a tear escapes the blindfold over luke's eyes and he wraps his arms around din's neck.
"gonna cum," he whispers and din crooks his fingers again.
"go on," he says, "cum on my fingers pretty boy."
the praise was all luke needed to clench down on din's fingers, moan and pull him close, pressing their foreheads together and spill over his hand.
"good boy, good boy," din praises and kisses luke's face, milks him through his orgasm.
"so good for me," he says and luke trembles again and goes limp in his arms.
"wow," he gasps and lets go of din's legs, "that was nice."
din chuckles and lets go of luke, grabs a towel from the refresher and wets it.
"here you go," he says and takes luke's hand to push the towel in his grip.
"wait," luke says, "you haven't...," he pulls din back towards him by his belt, "i wanna make it up to you."
din laughs, endeared, and puts his helmet back on.
"another time, maybe," he says, "you're exhausted."
he pulls the blindfold off of luke's eyes, gently. his eyes are teary, bright, and blue. din wasn't prepared for how wide and beautiful luke looks at him.
"okay," luke says bashfully and scratches his belly, crosses his legs.
"i'm gonna use the..." din gestures towards the shower.
"oh yeah," luke says quickly and gives him a knowing grin, "have fun."
"brat," din huffs.
he wants luke so bad, it drives him mad. he doesn't last long in the shower, thinks about how he would look on his cock, panting, clenching, feeling so good.
he steps out and finds luke dressed again, readying what looks like a bed on the floor.
"i have a bed," din says and puts his armor, taken off before his shower, on its place.
"it's big enough for us both."
"i thought you'd be more comfortable to sleep without your helmet on," luke says.
"it's dark in there."
luke gets up, blanket in hand.
"okay," he says and climbs into the bunk. only then din realises luke is not actually fully clothed, but only in his tunic and boxers. his pretty legs are naked, muscled and din can't help but wonder what they'll feel line around his waist.
din follows him and shuts the door.
"wow, it really is pitch black in here," luke says and yawns.
din hums and removes his helmet. luke's hands are in his hair immediately.
"soft," he says. din touches his hair too. something warm unfolds in his chest.
"yours too."
luke huffs softly and one of his arms suddenly wraps around din's chest, "you shouldn't have invited me to your bed," luke mutters sleepily, "'m a clingy sleeper."
he pulls din's arm so that he can rest his head on it.
"oh no," din says dryly.
"oh yes," luke says and wraps his other limbs around him too.
having the scrawny farmboy cling to him like a monkey... din wouldn't have thought he'd like it so much. his hair smells nice, he is warm and a comfortable weight on him. it's been so long since he was touched like this.
he falls asleep with his nose buried in luke's hair.
din wakes up to hands touching his hair, his naked arms. luke is on his hands and knees over him. he doesn't even wonder what woke him up. the storm is howling around the ship.
"hm?" he hums.
"your skin is so soft," luke comments.
"yours too," din says and drags luke down into a kiss.
luke excitedly reciprocates. he's clumsy and unexperienced but so eager when he inches din's shirt up to his chest, trails his fingers at his waist band. he moves fast, din notices, but he doesn't mind it. a quick jerk off in the shower didn't really quench his thirst for having the soft and pliant farmboy in his lap.
din angles his leg and presses his thigh between luke's. he gasps into his mouth and eagerly grinds down on his thigh. he's already rock hard. din grins and grabs luke's waist, turns them around so that luke is under him. they can barely see eachother's faces in the dark, only the glint in their eyes. din makes quick work of undressing luke again, this time completely. he throws the tunic and boxers back to the foot of the bed and he has to squint a little to enjoy the view. he runs his hands up and down luke's thighs, gazing up at him through his eyelashes, naked and tanned and so gorgeous and vulnerable, just for him.
din leans down and takes luke's cock into his mouth, so deep that his nose is buried in the curls at the base, bops his head and listens to luke's whines while he sucks him off. he won't let him cum though, not yet, not like this. he wants him sweet and teary on his cock, pretty and good and delicate. he will give this boy the best first time he could dream of.
he pulls off his cock and moves down to press kisses on his ballsack, moves further down to his rim.
he smells the lube before he tastes it. luke is already loose and open, almost prepped enough.
"you were eager, huh," he asks and presses a kiss to his rim.
luke nods, cheeks flushed and eyes teary.
"such a good boy," din says, "you paid attention, huh?"
luke nods again, and din feels warm.
"fuck," he curses and pulls his shirt over his head, quickly kicks off his pants and boxers, too.
he squirts some more lube into his palm, wants to make sure luke is really loose enough, wants this to be as painless for him as possible.
he kisses luke lazily as he scissors him open, relaxes his muscles and teases him, gets him needy and whiny beneath him.
"please," luke whispers, "i'm good."
"you're so good," din responds and lubes up his cock, doesn't even look down, eyes focused on luke's.
"come up here," he says, "it'll be more comfortable for you."
luke nods and climbs into his lap, wraps his arms around din's neck.
"you're so good to me," luke whispers, voice wobbly.
din shushes him and presses soft, open mouthed kisses to his lips.
"tell me if it hurts," din says and slowly starts easing luke down on his cock.
luke starts panting and buries his face in din's neck, throws his head back again and moans, "feel so full," he sighs, "so good."
"look so pretty," din murmurs, "so pretty, just for me."
luke clenches around din and he leans forward to bite into his neck, kisses and sucks a hickey.
luke mewls and sinks down more, until he bottoms out.
"hurt?" din checks and luke shakes his head quickly, "so good," he pants, "so so good, please move."
din fucks up into luke slowly at first, carefully and luke almost goes limp in his arms, lets din hold him upright with strong and gentle hands and the most obscene sounds come out of his mouth.
with every thrust he pants and clenches down, he feels so good around din, he's so good at this for his first time, so good and so pretty and din tells him that. luke looks at him like he might cry, feeling so much and so good.
"good boy," din says and luke whispers "harder, i've earned it."
and din can't argue with that. he lies luke back down on the bed, presses a soft kiss on his forehead and hooks one of his legs over his shoulder. he's still inside of luke and he wastes no time to pick up his pace, fucking him harder and deeper, lifting his hips with his hand and when luke nearly screams he know he found the right angle.
tears are running down his face, paired with a blissful smile.
"you look so pretty like this," din tells him and snaps his hips forward as hard and fast as he can, "you feel good?"
luke nods, "so good it hurts."
"like it when it hurts?"
"so much."
din curses and when luke's hands come up to touch himself, he grabs his wrists and pins them over his head.
"think you can come like this?" he asks. he doesn't want to expect too much from luke. but luke eagerly nods.
"you're so good," luke praises at him, "make me feel so good."
and that pushes din over the edge. he buries himself deep inside luke, kisses his thigh and groans as he cums inside him.
"oh my-" luke stammers as he feels din fill him up and he clenches on his cock as he cums hard over his stomach.
luke pants as he comes down fromhis orgasm and looks up at him. he eases his wrists out of din's grip and takes his hand in his.
"you good?" din asks and cups luke's face with his other hand.
luke nods and smiles, fucked out and blissful. din reaches to wipe his tears off his cheeks and pushes his hair out of his forehead.
"so good," luke says and squints when din pulls out. cum leaks out between his legs and din sits back to reach for his shirt to clean him up.
din lies back and luke rests his head on his chest, doesn't even need an invitation.
"i feel a bit weird," luke mutters.
"weird how?" din runs his hand up and down luke's back. he's so soft, so strong.
"fragile. you treat me like i'm delicate."
"is that bad?"
luke draws a pattern with his finger on din's chest.
"not bad at all," he laughs softly, "i hope we see eachother again."
din kisses his hair, "me too."
for some reason, he trusts luke more than he's ever trusted anyone.