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“Master, I didn’t know you had armor”, Anakin says, awe and curiosity coloring his voice.
The youngling is leaning heavily on Obi-Wan's shoulder to watch as he polishes the painted metal before him. A high target black-market seller has evaded the Jedi and taken refuge on a small moon in the outer rim. For some reason, instead of sending a Shadow to deal with it, Yoda and the Council are sending Obi-Wan. Since it’s what amounts to an undercover mission, he’ll be in disguise and traveling using a ship that’s not registered under the Order. Obi-Wan supposes he could just wear clothing that obscured his face and doesn’t match his regular Jedi robes, but he’d figure that if he was going undercover he might as well really do it in style and go as a bounty hunter in Mandalorian armor.
“The armor was a gift from Duchess Satine, of the New Mandalorians”, Obi-Wan explains as he sets the gauntlet he’d been working on to the side and picks up the other, “Qui-Gon and I spent a year assisting her when I was younger. During the mission I stole this armor from a rival Mando that was after us. After the mission was over, the Duchess sent me the armor, saying that it was a gift, though technically the armor was rightfully mine.”
Satine had also had the armor changed from its original red and black to colors worn by the New Mandalorians. The gesture had been rather assumptive on her part, since paint worn by Mandalorians tended to hold far greater meaning than pure aesthetics. Not that it had mattered much at the time, since Qui-Gon had forbidden Obi-Wan from wearing the armor. It spent a few years gathering dust in a chest at the back of Obi-Wan's closet until his Master's death. After the funeral service, when he’d returned to the Temple, Obi-Wan had pulled the armor out. He’d spent hours stripping off the obnoxious bright colors. Like a form of meditation, Obi-Wan had cleaned the shiny beskar underneath and then repainted it to represent himself; a base of a deep black, representing justice, with accents of dark and light green to show his sense of duty and a lust of peace. Granted, as a Jedi, he didn’t really have need or use for a full set of Mandalorian armor, but he’d kept it and taken decent care of it anyway. Luckily it was coming in handy now. Especially the voice coder in the helmet, which will cover Obi-Wan's voice enough that no one would ever be able to recognize him by voice.
“That’s so cool", Anakin says as he steps around Obi-Wan to poke at the chest plates, “But I still don’t see why I can’t come with you on this mission.”
Obi-Wan looks over at the youngling with a bland look and a raised eyebrow.
“Ok, ok. I know why, but why ?”, the boy groans, flopping back on to the end of the couch where Obi-Wan is sitting with his armor spread out.
“It’s only for a few days, Anakin. Just please try to behave while I’m gone.”
“I will”, the poor child grumbles.
“Good. If I hear a good report when I get back, I’ll show you how to properly clean and store my Mando armor”, Obi-Wan offers.
Anakin's eyes light up, “Can I wear the helmet too?”
“We will see. If you’re good.”
The youngling grins and nods, promising to behave. Obi-Wan hopes that his padawan's excitement and curiosity over the armor lasts long enough for him to stay out of trouble while Obi-Wan is on his mission. If not, Madame Jocasta will probably never agree to babysit Anakin again after this.
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“Woot! Woot!”
The jaunty and loud whistle behind Obi-Wan has him letting out a slow and resigned sigh. His consolation is that he knows this is a solo mission. Madame Jocasta took Anakin only a few minutes ago and Obi-Wan had hoped he’d be able to get moving before too much longer. The last of his supplies were being loaded on the ship he’s taking for the mission, decked out like a bounty hunters home, and Obi-Wan is standing in the bay waiting for the final go ahead to leave. So naturally, Quinlan has taken this brief pause to come bother him.
“Lookin good, hot stuff. You should wear that armor more often”, Quinlan grins as he comes up to lean against the side of the ship.
Obi-Wan doesn’t bother responding and keeps his eyes on the datapad in his hand, a report pulled up on the man he’s after. Tadz Blaine is his target, a Trandoshan black market dealer and smuggler. He’s wanted by the Order in the hopes that he will either provide information for them or become an informant. By the looks of it, Tadz seems to favor back alley bars when in outer rim territories and high end casinos when in core systems. Luckily for Obi-Wan, his target was last spotted on an outer rim moon, not far from Ryloth, that has only a few settlements. This should be an easy enough mission.
“So, you gonna try and hook up with Handsome while you’ve got some time off planet without boy wonder?”
It takes effort to keep from sighing. He and Jango’s relationship has progressed in recent weeks. Obi-Wan tries to tell himself that not much has really changed between them, other than they feel comfortable calling each other and the number of raunchy photos and videos shared between them has increased greatly. They still text back and forth more than anything else. After all, Obi-Wan usually has Anakin or other Jedi near him and Jango either has missions that keep him busy or other Mando’s with him. Jango still doesn’t know Obi-Wan is a Jedi and Obi-Wan still has no idea what clan the man is with, other than being a True Mandalorian, or what his armor looks like. As promised, they are getting to know each other slowly and keeping it as simple as they can. They discuss random parts of their day, how odd their friends are, Myles and Quinlan being so similar it's rather disconcerting, and vague details of their missions. Obi-Wan has even told Jango a few stories about Anakin and how his basic training is going. It’s all average ‘getting to know someone’ sorts of things, but they are making great strides in their relationship. In the meantime, Obi-Wan and Jango’s long distance sex life is booming and Obi-Wan has gotten more than his moneys worth from his blue dildo.
“I’m fairly sure he’s nowhere near where I’m going to be”, Obi-Wan sighs, though he’s not actually sure where Jango is currently working.
“For five seconds let’s pretend that the stars align and you do happen to be near each other”, Quinlan says with a roll of his eyes.
“In this hypothetical dream, if by some miracle we are in the same area, this mission is a success with no issues, and there is time… Then I will ask if he’s willing to meet up.”
Obi-Wan isn’t above begging if that’s what it took. If the stars align, as Quinlan says, then Obi-Wan will happily meet up with Jango. They’ve only met in person once, that first night of bar and club hoping, when they’d fucked in a dirty refresher. Despite that, they’ve grown close over their long distance communications; enough so that Jango was now courting him. Obi-Wan aches to see the man again in the flesh. For all that he enjoys how things have been, nothing compares to being able to put hands on the one you lo- ...
“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t even need to ask, if he knew you were close by”, Quinlan remarks evenly, then his expression sharpens with a devious smirk, “You know, if you told me his name, I could probably find out where he is for you.”
“I am perfectly capable of calling him and finding out myself, Quin”, Obi-Wan grumbles.
“I’m gonna find out his name one of these days.”
“Sir”, one of the knights that had been helping load Obi-Wan's ship steps up, “You’re all ready to go.”
“Thank you. I’ll be on my way”, Obi-Wan smiles.
Quinlan rolls his eyes as he straightens from leaning on the ship, “Be safe, Obi. See you when you get back.”
“Will do”, Obi-Wan says, reaching out to knock knuckles with Quinlan.
With a final nod, Obi-Wan steps up onto his ship. As he leaves Coruscant's atmosphere he pulls out his personal comm.
O: Headed off on a solo job.
H: Same. This hunt sounds like an easy one though. Shouldn’t take too long.
O: Here’s to hoping we both come out successful.
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Jango has spent the last two days hunting his target. He tracked the Trandoshan to a filthy hole in the wall bar in a small town on a moon at the edge of the outer rim near Ryloth. This should be an easy track and grab, since his target is not reported to be a strong fighter and generally compliant when put under pressure. It should be an easy hunt , Jango thinks, until he sees his target coming out of the bar in cuffs. Jango’s good mood disappears as he watches Tadz Blaine get pushed from the bar into the dusty street by a random Mando that Jango doesn’t recognize. The Mando is wearing black armor with dark and light green accents, carrying a sword at their left hip and a blaster at their right. The colors don’t indicate a clan and there’s no symbols painted on the armor. That being said, if the being wearing the armor is Mandalorian enough to know what his colors mean, then the armor says a lot about them. Justice and duty are all well and good. The peace stumps and surprises Jango a bit though. Still, that’s Jango's prey and he’s not giving it up to some random Mando.
“Su cuy, Mando!”, Jango shouts out before he can think better of it. (Hey, Mando!)
The black and green Mando stops and turns, their hand tightening on Tadz’s shoulder. Their head tilts as they look over Jango, but they say nothing. Perhaps they don’t speak Mando’a and just wear the armor. That just adds to Jango’s ire, but it’s currently not his problem.
“That’s my target. I’ve got a puck from the Guild for this one”, Jango says, switching to Basic.
Mando tilts their head in the other direction, the rest of their body still in an almost unnatural way. Something about them, the way they hold themselves, sets off alarm bells. Whoever this is, Jango has to be careful.
“I have hands on first. The target's mine”, the Mando says finally, the voice modifier in their helmet adding an odd and mechanical distortion that makes it impossible to identify tones or accents; giving them a bland and monotone sounding voice.
The fuck it is.
“No. I have claim on that bounty-”
“And I caught them first. Your claim is void. Better luck next time”, Mando says, cutting Jango off.
Then they turn away, shoving Tadz to get him moving ahead of them. Anger flares through Jango. How dare they just turn their back on him, as if they think he’s not a threat or not to be taken seriously. Indigent and offended, Jango pulls one of his blasters from it’s holster and clicks off the safety. Mando must hear it, because they stop and turn their head just enough to look at Jango over their shoulder.
“That’s my prey and I’m not going to let you poach a hunt out from under me”, Jango growls, “Now hand him over.”
“No. My employer isn’t going to take it well if I don’t bring them back their target.”
“And who’s your employer?”, Jango asks, head tilting up defiantly.
Bounties handed out by the Guild aren’t supposed to have open contracts by outside parties. It’s professional courtesy that this Mando hands over the prey, since Jango is the one with the official claim on the hunt. Their employer is just going to have to go through the proper channels next time.
“A third party, so it’s none of your business. Jate tuur, Mando.” (Good day, Mando.)
With that, the Mando turns back around. Jango’s wrist twitches, his fingers squeeze, and he fires his blaster; the bolt kicks up dirt right next to the Mando’s right foot. They don’t so much as flinch. With a deep breath, resigned and frustrated, they half turn back to Jango, their hand still on Tadz’s shoulder.
“You’re not leaving here with my prey”, Jango says coolly.
“And I’m not giving them to you. We appear to be at an impasse”, his opponent responds evenly.
Their monotone voice is going to drive Jango up a wall. Right along with their refusal to hand over their prey. Bearing his teeth behind the safety of his helmet, Jango takes a step forward and aims his blaster at the offending Mandos head.
“So it seems. I’m giving you one more chance, as a courtesy. Hand them over and walk away.”
The Mando takes another deep breath. Their chest expands, the armor over them flexing, and as they shift from one foot to the other their body moves fluidly. Now that Jango is looking more closely, he can see that the armor is well taken care of. The vest holding the back and chest plating is well tailored. The black metal sits snugly to the being like a second skin over the black and dark gray vest and flight suit. Jango has to admit that this hunter certainly knows how to wear their armor to accentuate their form. After a second of staring at Jango, Mando jerks and shoves Tadz around so that his back is to the side of the bar.
“Stay there. Run and I’ll put a blaster bolt between your eyes. Got it?”, they growl, the threat clear even through the monotone distortion.
Hands still bound in front of them, Tadz holds up his hands and bows his head. At least he’s smart enough not to upset the two armored hunters currently arguing over him. Mando turns back and walks more into the center of the street to face off against Jango. With a sigh, Jango readies himself. He’d not expected this sort of headache. It would be in bad taste to kill a fellow Mandalorian, but this random hunter was poaching a claim, which was in even worse taste. Fuck, this was not what he wanted today.
“This is your last chance”, Mando says calmly as they pull their own blaster from it’s holster at their side, “I don’t want to fight.”
“If you don’t want to fight, then drop your hunt and back down”, Jango responds.
“No can do.”
They face each other, in a standoff, and there’s silence between them. Mando isn’t tense in any way, not even standing at the ready for the shoot out that’s about to happen. They’re simply standing there, seemingly completely at ease and unbothered, as they stare Jango down. It’s aggravating. They think they can intimidate Jango by acting so calmly. Jango forces himself to remember his training and not jump in too quickly. He doesn’t know this Mando, but they’re about to see what happens when they come between him and his prey.
At the same time, they both raise their blasters and shoot. Jango dodges to the left and Mando to the right, just barely avoiding the blast. They both let loose shot after shot, just barely missing one another. Growling, Jango charges forward, still shooting. Mando meets him without hesitation, stepping into his space as Jango rears back and then leans forward to deliver a punch with his free hand. The hit gets blocked and Jango quickly takes the chance to aim his blaster at Mandos open side. Before he can shoot though, Mandos other hand comes up to knock his blaster from his hands. Snarling, Jango kicks out, putting enough space between them to grab his other blaster. Mando ducks and weaves to the side, shooting his own blaster a few times and narrowly missing Jango's left side and thigh.
Ducking and weaving around one another, they throw and block blow after blow and shot after shot. His second blaster gets knocked away and Jango twists to grab Mandos arm and bend it at the wrong angle. Mando snarls, dropping his own blaster, and throwing a punch with his other hand. The punch lands on Jango's shoulder hard and at the same time a kick slams into his lower leg. Fuck . Jango just barely keeps himself from dropping to his knees. Wrapping his arms around his enemies slimmer waist, Jango lifts them clear off their feet and turns to throw them into the side of the closest building. Before he can though, Mando shows some impressive skill and Jango finds himself getting taken in a rough hold and suddenly he’s the one being thrown into the wall.
A fist is coming flying at his face and Jango drops just in time. He charges forward, slamming into Mando, knocking him back and they both fall to the ground. Jango lands on top of Mando and takes the chance to land a few hits to their side as they try to block with their arms. Again, Mando impresses Jango when their legs come up and wrap around his neck. It’s an incredibly flexible move that many can’t do when in armor. Jango scolds himself a moment later for being distracted when Mando uses his legs to jerk Jango back. They roll and twist in the dirt, trading blows, before Mando is shoving Jango back and tucking and rolling to put space between them. As he lands in a crouch, Mando draws his sword.
Jango’s panting beneath his helmet. Shit, this Mando’s a good fighter. Re-evaluating his strategy, Jango switches tactics. He’ll have to pretend he’s fighting Arla instead of treating this like he’s sparring with Myles. This Mando is wily and bendy, quick and cunning, using less brute strength and more acute well honed form. The Mando moves a split second before Jango as they rush at each other again. Reacting quickly, Jango activates his flamethrower. Mando jumps back just in time to avoid getting charred to a crisp. The flames cut out and the heat from it ripples between them. Mando bounces from one foot to the other, considering, then they charge. Jango activates the flames again, but Mando puts on a startling burst of speed and comes in too close for Jango’s fire to be effective. Just in time to keep from getting beheaded, Jango uses his gauntlets to block the metal sword and a moment later the sharp metal is severing the cords of his flamethrower, disabling it.
Fucking… Jango curses to himself, pulling a knife from its sheath at his lower back. He only has a fraction of a second to breathe before his opponent is coming at him again. Mando is clearly more comfortable using a sword than a blaster or even their own fists. They move as if the sword were merely an extension of themselves. It’s almost beautiful, Mando’s fighting. They are well trained and capable in multiple fighting forms, their movements fluid and seamless. It’s like a dancer moving to their own beat, easily switching between one move or form as if it were as natural as breathing. Whoever this Mando is, Jango has to admit that they’re very good and it has excitement pumping through him. The two of them trade jarring hits and swipes of their blades as they move around one another. They throw each other into the sides of the buildings around them and kick up clouds of dirt as they fight. Jango finally manages to get Mando to drop their sword, but it opens himself up to being thrown on his back into the dirt and his knife flies from his hand.
“Yield”, Mando snaps at him as they crouch over Jango's lap and raise their fist.
Fuck . This Mando’s really giving Jango a run for his money. It’s not often that he comes across someone that can match him like this. Panting, Jango tries to get his many reactions under control.
“No”, Jango snarls, heaving a deep breath and rolling to shove Mando to their own back with Jango settled between their thighs and holding Mando down by a hand on their chest.
There’s just the barest hint of sound rustling through Mando's helmet, their breaths panting behind the metal. At least Jango’s not the only one having some kind of a time with this. Suddenly, Mando’s body relaxes. The tension leaves their body and they seem to melt beneath Jango. Frowning, Jango tenses more, unsure of what they’re planning. Mando leans their head back and to the side, their helmet tilting in an almost submissively tempting way. They stay relaxed as their thighs on either side of Jango's waist come up to rub their knees along his sides. Slowly and almost gently, Mandos' hands rub up Jango's arms. A flare of heat rolls through Jango and he flushes, never more thankful for his armor hiding his body and face. This is taking a shockingly intimate turn all of a sudden.
Growling, Jango thinks of Obi-Wan and tries to ignore the way his body is reacting, adrenaline mixing with excitement and producing a less than appropriate response to the current situation. Unfortunately, thinking of Obi-Wan has the opposite effect. Oh, what he’d give to have his pretty lover beneath him like this. No, no, focus. This fuckers trying to steal your prey . Giving himself a hard mental shake, Jango braces his knees and leans up to snatch Mandos hands. He slams their arms to their sides, pinning them to the ground even more. Mando doesn’t fight it and stays calm. Jango swallows thickly and tries to get his focus back on track. Then, before he knows what’s happening, Mando is surging into motion so inhumanly fast it’s all a quick blurr. They shove Jango back, kick out, and throw the hardest punch yet. Jango blocks the kick, but the punch lands right in the center of his diaphragm. It sends him sliding back a couple of feet and the wind gets knocked out of him. That fucking piece of shit , Jango thinks angrily as he chokes for breath. He’s just as angry at himself for falling for the nasty trick. He’ll berate himself later, but for now he focuses on the enemy that just got the drop on him. Jango made the mistake of letting down his guard and allowing the Mandos brief tease and his own thoughts to distract him. That was likely their plan and it pisses Jango off that it worked.
Jango coughs, heaving for breath from the hit, when hands are grabbing at him. He tries to fight, but he can’t quite get his body to cooperate. Blinking back the spots in his vision, Jango looks up to see the empty face of Mandos black and green helmet. A moment later, Jango's own blade is getting pressed under the edge of his helmet and the tip digs into his flight suit over this throat threateningly. They’re so close, crouched in the dirt, their chests heaving, with their helmets only a few inches from one another. For the briefest moment, Jango fully expects them to slit his throat. It’s the price he pays and something he always has to be ready to accept. Being a bounty hunter and contractor isn’t a safe job and death is something Jango prepared himself for a long time ago. Still, he hates that if this is the time he dies, he wouldn't be able to say goodbye to Obi-Wan. I should have spent more time talking to him , Jango thinks.
“This was fun”, the monotone of Mando’s voice breaks through Jango's thoughts as the blade at his throat disappears.
Blinking in surprise, Jango can only stare as Mando stands and steps back from him. Mando watches him for a moment and then they turn and walk away. As they go, they pick up their sword and blaster, holstering both and tucking Jango's knife into their boot. Tadz is nowhere to be found, but there are clear footprints in the dirt leading out of town. Mando looks down at the prints, their helmet tilting to follow the trail, before they turn back to Jango.
“Ret’urcye mhi”, Mando says with a bow of their head. (Goodbye/lit. Maybe we’ll meet again)
This Mando has earned Jango’s respect. With a sigh, Jango closes his eyes and nods his head in return. When he opens his eyes a moment later, Mando is gone and Jango is kneeling in the dirt by himself. Fuck . He lost his prey and his favorite knife. Jango groans as he gets to his feet and retrieves his blasters. There’s no sense in going after Tadz or the other Mando. As much as it’s a blow to his pride, Jango’s going to have to swallow the loss on this one. The Guild will be pissy that some third party sniped their hunt, but without knowing who the Mando or their employer was there’s little anyone can do. Thankfully this won't tarnish Jango's reputation any. The loss still stings though.
He goes back to his ship and gets himself airborne. The mission was supposed to be an easy one that only took a few days. Now he had to call in a failed mission. Jango sets his ship to drift in orbit around the moon and calls in to the Guild with his report. They aren’t happy, but Jango tells them in no uncertain terms that someone went outside the Guild to get this target and Jango’s honorable enough to admit his failure. As he expected, his reputation remains intact and the Guild signs off the call with a friendly enough goodbye and promise of more work soon. His next call is to home. Just as he expects, his father is more than curious about this random Mando that was able to best Jango.
“And no other identifying features besides the coloring?”, Jaster asks.
Black for justice. Dark green to show a sense of duty and light green for a lust for peace.
“No, unfortunately”, Jango sighs, “And their fighting style was all over the place.”
Favorable to the sword, capable with a blaster, strong and fast with a control of their own body that came from being raised a fighter. Completely at ease and unbothered as they faced down a threat.
“Well, we’ll keep an eye and ear out. It never hurts to make new friends, Jango”, the man grins.
“Whatever, Buir.” (parent; father)
“Speaking of friends”, Jaster smirks, “How is that friend you’re always communicating with?”
Oh for the love of-
“He’s well, Buir.”
“Perhaps, since this mission has ended shortly, you could see about taking the extra time to try and meet up with him.”
Jango sighs and rolls his eyes, looking up at the ceiling of his ship. His father was meddlesome, even more annoying when he was still trying to figure out who Jango was constantly talking to. Myles and Arla were bad enough. They didn't know anything more than that Jango had found someone that he was interested in and always talking to; they didn't even have Obi-Wan's name and simply referred to him as 'Pretty'. Not too long ago they’d let it slip to Jaster that Jango had found someone and his adopted father had been trying to gather details since. Stars help him if his father, best friend, and sister ever find out that Jango was courting Obi-Wan. They’d never let him have a moment of peace until he introduced them. He’d never hear the end of it if Jaster found out he’d not given a courting gift to Obi-Wan either.
“If nothing else, I’m sure it would help with your bad mood before you return home”, Jaster's voice pulls him from his thoughts.
“Buir, I’m pretty sure he’s nowhere near here right now.”
“Still, it never hurts to see. Let us know when you're headed home, son”, Jaster smiles in that fatherly way that always settles something in Jango.
“Alright”, Jango sighs, nodding.
They bid each other farewell and Jango takes a second to stare out at the stars around his ship. He’ll text Obi-Wan after he grabs a quick shower. The Stars have been against them meeting in person so far and Jango doesn’t expect that to change, though he still hopes that he’ll be able to lay hands on his pretty again some day. What they’ve been doing thus far is just fine with Jango, but it would be even better if he and Obi-Wan could see each other in person. Even if the pattern holds and he and Obi-Wan are nowhere close, then they could potentially have some fun over call or holo. Jango needs to get himself clean first. With that in mind, he stands and heads back to his room on board. When he’s done with his shower, dressed in more comfortable clothes, he pulls out his comm to see that he’s already got a message from his Mesh’ika.
M: My job ended early. Minor complications, but it worked out wonderfully.
At least one of them had a successful mission, though he still doesn’t know exactly what it is that Obi-Wan does. Jango assumes he’s a contractor of some kind. Obi-Wan has mentioned escort missions and he has a young apprentice. The man’s not a bounty hunter though. Jango definitely would know if he was.
J: I’m glad, Mesh’ika. At least one of us was successful. Mine sucked.
M: I’m sorry, my dear. Is there anything I can do to help?
Jango sighs. He’ll take what he can get, but what he really wishes was that he could hold Obi-Wan.
J: Not unless you’re anywhere near the Gaulus sector.
No need in suggesting the moon that he was currently hovering over. It was always a bad idea to meet someone on the same rock you’d just done a mission.
M: Actually…I’m on Ryloth.
Wait, what? Ryloth was the closest planet to where he was. Jango’s heartbeat skyrockets and hope has him going breathless. He’s about to respond when his commlink buzzes with another message from Obi-Wan.
M: Here’s the address I’ll be at for the next eighteen hours. If you’re able.
M: [coordinate link attached]
Jango plugs the coordinates into his nav-system. It will only take him two hours to reach where Obi-Wan is.
J: Able even if I had to crawl my way there. See you in two hours, Mesh’ika.
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Obi-Wan tries for what must be the thousandth time to release his excited nerves to the Force. It’s very difficult to do. He’s too on edge, tense with hope, as he waits for Jango to arrive.
Finding his target had been easy. Getting him cuffed had been easy. The Mandalorian bounty hunter in mostly unpainted silver beskar with blue accents and a blue flight suit had not been easy. Beskar dulled the Force and thus made it hard for Obi-Wan to distinguish who he was fighting. He could tell that there was a living being beneath the metal, but other than the flicker of their life force, Obi-Wan couldn’t tell much else like he usually would be able to. His own black and green armor hindered his ability, but Obi-Wan had also resolved to not use the Force while on this mission. The whole point had been to be undercover after all. For all that Obi-Wan was a fantastic fighter even without the Force, he’d found a match in the silver and blue Mando. A match, but not one that bested him. Sure his teasing could be considered cheating in the fight, but Obi-Wan wasn’t about to lose and let the Mando take his target.
Obi-Wan had beat the Mando and left with a high respect for whoever was under that armor. Tracking Tadz back down had been more than easy and Obi-Wan had him frozen in carbonite aboard his ship in no time. He stayed in orbit around the moon while contacting the Order to report his success, then took a short time to clean himself up. After he’d taken a shower and redressed in more civilian-like clothes, Obi-Wan had texted Jango. When his Handsome had finally responded, Obi-Wan was certain his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
So here he was, sitting on a lumpy hotel bed on Ryloth, trying to get himself under control as he waited for Jango to arrive. A part of him was afraid that Jango wouldn’t actually show up. A different part of Obi-Wan wonders, worries, if maybe the pull he feels to Jango is just in his head. What if all that he’d felt in the Force and in himself that first time were only born from the excitement of the situation? Even as he thinks it, he knows the truth. No, it’s not all just in his head. Whatever this is between him and Jango, it’s real and true; as terrifying as that is. Still, Obi-Wan can’t wait for the confirmation and assurance that he hopes comes from finally seeing Jango in person again.
Outside the sun has set and it’s past evening meal time. They won't have a lot of time with each other, since Obi-Wan has to leave the next morning to get back to the Temple and rescue Madame Jocasta from Anakin. Some time is better than no time though, and Obi-Wan is more than ready to see Jango without time and space separating them. The Force shifts around him and Obi-Wan focuses on it. The ripples are cool and gentle as it brushes over his senses. A presence rushes down the hallway outside of his hotel room, the color of them in the Force a bright and vibrant blue. A second later, there’s a knock on his door. Swallowing down the last bit of nerves and letting his excitement buoy him, Obi-Wan gets to his feet. His hands are shaking slightly as he presses the controls and opens the door. The sight that greets him has tears coming to his eyes and his heart clenching with deep emotion.
Jango .
The man is just as handsome in person as he is over their pictures and holocalls. He’s just as handsome as he was the first time Obi-Wan saw him. Jango is standing there, one hand on the door jam, in black pants, boots, and a dark gray canvas jacket over a deep blue tank top. There’s a blaster holstered on his belt and his beskar necklace hangs around his neck with the True Mandalorian signet resting just below his collar bone. The man’s dark hair looks windswept and there's a light flush over his cheeks, Jango’s eyes bright and gleaming as he pants like he’s been running.
“Did you run here?”, Obi-Wan asks without thinking.
Jango’s pupils expand and he leans forward like he’s being drawn in.
“Told you two hours. Had to keep my word”, Jango says.
Fuck, his voice . Jango’s voice is even deeper in person than over comms. Obi-Wan only vaguely remembers that from their first meeting. Hearing the man's voice now has Obi-Wan’s skin pebbling up and his heartbeat quickening. Force, I want him .
“Jango-”
“Don’t”, Jango whispers, cutting Obi-Wan off, “Don’t say my name like that or I’m gonna lose control.”
It’s then that Obi-Wan realizes that Jango is shaking. The hand braced on the door jam is white knuckled and his shoulders are tense as Jango’s eyes roam over Obi-Wan like he’s trying to burn the image into his mind. It’s sweet that he’s trying to stay calm and cool, but that’s not what Obi-Wan wants. He wants that fire that’s burning behind Jango's warm brown eyes. He wants anything and everything that Jango is willing to give him.
“Jango.”
The name isn’t even completely past his lips and Jango is on him. In quick moves, the man grabs Obi-Wan by the front of his shirt, steps into the room, and then swings Obi-Wan around to press his back against the door once it closes, then Jango is stepping in close. His chest presses against Obi-Wans as the hand in the redheads shirt moves up to softly cup his cheek while Jango's other hand braces against the door. A soft gasp whooshes past Obi-Wan's lips as he’s pressed back into the door and he reaches up to rest his hands on Jango's strong muscular chest. Beneath his hands, Jango's heart is beating just as fast as Obi-Wans and the man is still trembling like he’s fighting to hold himself back.
“Obi-Wan. Ner Mesh’ika”, Jango breaths as he leans in. (My Pretty.)
He’s so close, a breath away and their foreheads pressed together, but he still pauses. Obi-Wan aches to pull him forward, aches to have Jango kiss him, but this moment is so intense. His heart thundering in his chest, Obi-Wan leans forward and presses his forehead to Jango's.
“Jango. My Handsome.”
They both let out a shivering breath as one. For a long moment, Obi-Wan and Jango simply lean against each other, their heartbeats and breathing in sync. At the same time they move and their lips touch. It’s soft for all of a second and then they are opening up to each other and kissing deeply. Jango’s lips are chapped, but his mouth is warm and wet and he kisses Obi-Wan like he’s trying to devour him. Obi-Wan kisses him back just as fiercely, licking into the man's mouth and biting at his lips. The hand on his cheek moves to cup the side of his neck, Jango's thumb pressing roughly under his chin and tilting Obi-Wan's head. Jango's other hand moves from the door and rubs over Obi-Wan's shoulder and down his side. Moaning deeply, Obi-Wan tangles one hand in Jango's thick hair and tugs. The sound his lover lets out is sensual and growling; heat settles heavy in Obi-Wan's gut at the sound as his other hand slides down to wrap around Jango's waist and dig his nails into the man's back through the thin material of his shirt.
“Fuck”, Jango groans as he pulls back just enough for them both to take a shuddering breath, “Fuck, I- I…”
“Yeah. Me too”, Obi-Wan pants as he looks into Jango's eyes and knows that his own emotions are just as strong in his gaze as Jango's are.
“Good”, Jango murmurs.
They lean back into each other again. The kiss is hungry, desperate, and messy in seconds. Arousal and desire are burning like a wildfire through Obi-Wan and his cock hardens so fast he goes light headed as his entrance clenches and pulses. Fuckohfuck- Deep groans and breathy moans echo between them as their tongues twine. Their hands roam over one another and Obi-Wan shudders as Jango presses his hands and body into Obi-Wan like he just can't get close enough. Jango grinds his hips forward and Obi-Wan breaks their kiss to lean his head back and moan loudly. The man's cock is hard and twitching in his pants, a thick searing line of heat against Obi-Wan's hip where Jango is pressed tightly to him.
“Jango”, Obi-Wan gasps in pleasure as he grinds his own hips forward into his lover's strong body; the friction on his cock through his pants causing him to let out another breathy moan.
“Stars, Obi-Wan. Fuck, you’re just as amazing and beautiful as I remember.”
Obi-Wan shudders in pleasure as sparks zip down his spine and uses his hand in Jango's hair to pull the man's mouth back to him. Jango purrs into the kiss and bucks his hips forward. Both of the man's large hands move to Obi-Wan's waist and Jango uses his hold to grind Obi-Wan forward. Moaning, cock throbbing, Obi-Wan starts to move with Jango's guiding hands and they start to thrust against each other roughly. They’re both so strung out, so desperate for each other, that this isn’t going to last long. Even fully clothed and grinding against the door, Obi-Wan feels his orgasm barreling towards him faster than ever before. Fuck I want him so bad- missed him so much- he feels so good-
One of Jango's hands drags a rough and groping touch from his waist down and around to dig his fingers into the back of Obi-Wan's thigh. The rough hold aches and Obi-Wan's loud moan is swallowed by Jango as the man continues to kiss him deep and dirty. Using his hand on Obi-Wan's thigh, Jango lifts his leg to wrap around his waist. It gives him room to step closer to Obi-Wan and the new angle has their cocks pressing against each other through their clothes.
“Ah! Fuck, Jango. Nngh”, Obi-Wan moans wantonly as he grinds forward into Jango as best he can.
“Mmah. Obi-Wan. Stars”, Jango growls as he starts to mouth at the side of Obi-Wan's throat.
“NNah!”
Obi-Wan's body jerks hard as Jango's mouth lays biting and sucking kisses to his neck. It’s rushed and uncoordinated, fast and frantic, as they grind and thrust against each other. Their moans and panting breaths loud as they both chase their pleasure. Where they’re pressed together, Jango's cock jerks hard and Obi-Wan aches to have that thick length fucking into him. Force , Obi-Wan thinks blearily, Fuck please . The need to cum flares hard through him and his entire body rocks harshly into Jango's.
“Fuck. Obi-Wan, ohfuckStars. I’m not gonna-”, Jango gasps against his neck suddenly.
“Nnnah! Me-me neither. Jango, oh Jango!”, Obi-Wan babbles as he tries to grind faster against his lover, his orgasm so close.
“I-it’s not just gonna be this. Promise. Just gotta take the edge off”, Jango pants roughly as he bites hard at Obi-Wan's skin.
“Go-good. Want you to fuck me so fucking bad.”
Obi-Wan means it and just the thought has his entrance clenching. By the Stars he can’t wait to have Jango inside of him. He can’t wait to have his lovers thick cock fucking into his tight entrance. Jangos cock throbs so hard Obi-Wan feels it and suddenly his orgasm is right fucking there.
“Jango! Ahhnngh! PleasepleaseJango!”
“Fuck, Obi-Wan. Mmngh! Ah-fuck!”
Like a raging inferno, Obi-Wan's first orgasm of the evening slams into him. He cums with a startled shout, his nails digging into Jango's back and scalp as he hangs on while his pleasure roars out of control. Jango's hips grind roughly into him several times, causing sparks of lingering arousal to flare beneath Obi-Wan skin.
“Ah-ah-ahmm.”
Soft whines shiver through his voice with each breath he takes as he floats down from the high of cumming. Jango is still pressed impossibly close to him and Obi-Wan nuzzles at the man's temple lazily. With rumbling purr, Jango tilts his head up and their lips meet in a messy kiss that’s all wet slick tongue and smacking spit covered lips. It’s fucking perfect. Sighing, Jango pulls back from the kiss to languidly run his lips along the length of Obi-Wan's neck.
“Sorry”, Jango says softly after a moment, “Didn’t mean to jump you like that.”
“I’m not complaining at all”, Obi-Wan smiles as he pets Jango's hair as they hold each other and come down from the high of their orgasms, “Like you said, needed to take the edge off.”
“Mmm”, Jango hums, licking at a tender spot that he’d made with his teeth on Obi-Wan's neck, “Should have thought about this. We’ve made a mess in our pants.”
“Ha. We did. I have some extra clothes. May have some lounge pants that will fit you.”
Jango makes another low sound before pulling away and shifting back, though he stays close enough to keep his hands on Obi-Wan's wasit. The man looks him over and smiles, huffing a quiet chuckle.
“What?”, Obi-Wan asks, smiling at the sweet look Jango is giving him.
“This reminds me of the first time I made you cum.”
Ah . The similarity had not escaped Obi-Wan either.
“Indeed, though it was far quieter this time. Being just the two of us.”
“Hmm. I should have played some music”, Jango teases.
Obi-Wan can’t help but laugh, shaking his head fondly. Jango grins and his face softens as his eyes go warm with affection. Slowly, the man leans back into Obi-Wan's space and presses a chaste and sweet kiss to his lips. He pulls away just as slowly and Obi-Wan's heart thuds in chest as he blinks his eyes back open. Stars above…
“Would you like to get more comfortable?”, Obi-Wan asks breathily, trying to ignore the emotions expanding through him.
“Yeah. ‘S long as I get to be here with you”, Jango nods, fully letting go and taking a few steps away from him.
Obi-Wan smiles. Whatever this is between them, it sets his heart a flutter. As scary as it is, it feels right and the Force practically sings in the space between them. The gentle tug behind his sternum, that steady urging closer to the handsome Mandalorian, couldn’t be more earnest. His resolve and certainty strengthened by his faith in the cool wash of the Force over his senses, Obi-Wan moves over to the bed and pulls off his shirt. Jango makes a soft sound of surprise and Obi-Wan looks over at him. His poor handsome lover looks like he’s barely holding himself back once again from reaching out.
“Jango”, Obi-Wan whispers, holding out his hand and beckoning the man over.
Swallowing, Jango steps over to him, letting his jacket slide from his shoulders to the floor, and when he reaches Obi-Wan he pulls his own shirt over his head and off. As Jango tosses the shirt to the floor, Obi-Wan stares at Jango's chest. Obviously he’s seen Jango naked in pictures and through video and holo, but seeing him in person is a completely different experience. His gaze warm and open, Jango steps back in close to him and reaches out to take his hand. Obi-Wan lets himself be moved as Jango sets his hand on the man's bare chest. This is the first time Obi-Wan is able to look at and touch his lover. He strokes his fingers over Jango's chest, down over his abs, then back up all the way to cup Jango's cheek in his palm.
“Will you finish undressing me, Handsome?”
Jango makes a low purring sound deep in his chest that sends shivers down Obi-Wan's spine. The man keeps his movements slow and well telegraphed as he kneels down and lifts Obi-Wan's right foot. He pulls off Obi-Wan's shoe and sock, then gently sets his foot back to the floor. He does the same for the left foot and as Obi-Wan settles back to standing on both feet, Jango looks up at him. Force, something about Jango on his knees before Obi-Wan has satisfaction, pleasure, and an odd sense of pride flowing through him. This Mandalorian, honorable and strong, and all Obi-Wans.
“Stars, the way you look at me”, Jango murmurs, pulling Obi-Wan from his thoughts, “I don’t think I’m worthy of such a sweet look.”
“You are”, Obi-Wan breathes.
A soft smile passes over Jango's face. Keeping his movements just as slow as he has been, Jango rubs his hands up Obi-Wan's legs, starting at his ankle, going around the back of his calves and thighs, then around to the front of Obi-Wan's pants. Obi-Wan's breath hitches as he looks down, keeping eye contact with Jango as the man undoes the fastenings of his pants. They hold eye contact as Jango slowly pulls Obi-Wan's pants down, over his half hard cock still wet from his first orgasm, and down to the floor. Jango lets out a shivering breath, one that Obi-Wan quietly echoes, as the tips of the Mandalorians fingers brush over Obi-Wan's bare legs. The muscles in his legs twitch as the ticklish touch travels back up until Jango's large hands settle at his hips, thumbs absently stroking at Obi-Wan hip bones.
Still keeping eye contact, Jango shifts on his knees and presses Obi-Wan's waist just enough to get his intent across. Flushing with molten heat, Obi-Wan moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Jango gives him a down right dangerously mischievous smirk and then without warning the man is leaning forward and licking a stripe up Obi-Wan's cock from base to tip. The sound that Obi-Wan lets out, he will deny to his dying day. A full body shudder rolls through him and a new wave of arousal and desire reignites inside of him. Smirking, Jango licks teasingly at the tip of Obi-Wan's cock.
“Jango”, Obi-Wan sighs, reaching out and sinking the fingers of one hand into his lover's thick hair.
“Is this ok, Mesh’ika?”, Jango asks, his voice deep and sultry with his arousal.
“Force, yes.”
Humming, Jango leans forward and takes Obi-Wan's cock in his mouth. Again, Obi-Wan lets out a sound that is high pitched, wounded and desperate, as the warm wet of his lover's mouth wraps around him. Fucking hells , he thinks helplessly as Jango's mouth sinks down, sucks, lifts back up to flick his tounge over the tip, and then sinking back down again. Jango's pace is slow and almost reverent as he bobs his mouth over Obi-Wan's cock. Each time he comes back to the tip, Jango teasingly flicks his tongue along the sensitive ridge and slit which causes Obi-Wan to twitch and keen. The pace is slow, but in no time at all, Obi-Wan is panting and moaning as Jango goes down on him. When Jango’s mouth suddenly disappears from around his hard and twitching cock, Obi-Wan whines and blinks his eyes open. He hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes, but Force, the sight of Jango on his knees and his open mouth poised at the head of Obi-Wan's cock threatens to undo him.
“You sound so good, Obi-Wan. Ner Mesh’ika”, Jango purrs, wrapping his right hand around Obi-Wan's cock and starting to slowly stroke him.
“Jango”, Obi-Wan says breathlessly, not even sure what he’s trying to convey past his burning pleasure.
“You taste so good”, the man between his legs says softly, “Wonder if you taste just as good here.”
Obi-Wan's hips jerk and pleasure throbs through him as he watches Jango lean his head further down, past Obi-Wan's cock, and warm breath fans over his wet and clenching entrance. Oh fuck please- Jango looks up at him through lidded eyes, his mouth hovering at Obi-Wans entrance; waiting for Obi-Wan's approval.
“Please. Please, Jango”, he gasps, tugging at Jango's hair.
Jango gives him a pointed and toothy smirk before his focus shifts. The hand not on Obi-Wan's cock comes up to wrap beneath and around his thigh; with gentle tugs, Jango pulls his thighs further open. Obi-Wan shivers at feeling so open with the man before him so close to his cock and entrance. He’d be self conscious about how wet and leaking he is if it wasn’t so clear that Jango was enjoying the view. Keeping his movements slow, Jango finally leans in and runs the tip of his tongue over Obi-Wan's folds. The surge of pleasure that flows through Obi-Wan is like lightning igniting a wildfire. It was such a small, barely there, tickling touch, but fuck if that wasn’t such an intense moment. Jango's eyes flutter closed and he lets out a slow and shivering breath. He licks through Obi-Wan's folds again, more firmly this time, and Obi-Wan's entire body clenches and a pulse of pleasure through his entrance has him growing more wet.
“Fuck”, Jango growls, the timber of his voice something dark and devouring.
Without warning, Jango surges forward and the next lick is a broad, wet, molten strip through Obi-Wan's wet folds and over his entrance.
“Nahh!”, Obi-Wan shouts in surprised pleasure, his hips thrusting into the wet heat of Jango's mouth.
His entire body shudders and it takes extreme effort to keep his eyes open. It’s well worth it for being able to see the look of sheer ecstasy that washes over Jango's expression as he starts to run his tongue up and down through Obi-Wan's soaked folds and over his throbbing entrance. Keening, hitching, sounds of pleasure rush past Obi-Wan's lips with every breath. Force, it feels so good, but he’s aching for Jango to do more than just lick over him. It’s been so long and he knows that Jango will be so fucking good at eating him out. His cock is already twitching, his core pulsing, and his gut burning with another orgasm fast approaching, but he wants Jango's mouth on him more than just this slow tease. The body between his legs shifts and Obi-Wan almost sobs as Jango pulls his mouth a breath away from his aching core.
“Obi-Wan.”
His lover's voice is liquid pleasure and lust. At some point Obi-Wan had closed his eyes again. He opens them at Jango's soft call of his name and looks back down at his Handsome.
“When’s the last time someone did this for you?”
Jango’s eyes are full of nothing but affection, devotion, and a raging hunger that Obi-Wan desperately wants to fall into.
“It’s been a long while”, Obi-Wan says, trying to get his breathing under control.
With a low hum, Jango shifts up on his knees and leans up to press a kiss to Obi-Wan's lips. It's sweet and chaste and Obi-Wan's heart flutters.
“I want to devour you. Want you to cum with my mouth on you”, Jango breaths against his lips.
Obi-Wan moans and shudders, his hips grinding up against the hand still wrapped around his cock. Jango huffs a warm chuckle and reaches up with his other hand to cup Obi-Wan's cheek tenderly in his hand.
“Ner Mesh’ika, bid mesh’la bal dral. I want you to lay back, relax, let go and simply feel while I eat you out and fist your cock. How’s that sound?” (My Pretty, so beautiful and bright.)
It takes everything Obi-Wan has to get his mind to uncloud from pleasure long enough to form a coherent answer that is more than a desperate moan.
“Sounds fantastic”, Obi-Wan gasps through the inferno of desire and arousal pumping through him.
“Good”, Jango growls against his lips, “You’re so good.”
Obi-Wan has a flash of how Jango had growled what sounded like ‘good boy’ over their video call not too long ago. It’s something he’s thought about a few times, Jango calling him that. Swallowing thickly, Obi-Wan kisses at Jango's lips. His lover happily leans into the kiss and the both open up to one another at the same time. For a long moment their tongues twine as they lick, suck, and bite at each other's mouth in steadily deepening kisses.
“Lay back for me, Mesh’ika. I wanna make you feel good”, Jango breaths as he pulls away from the kiss.
“Ok, Handsome”, Obi-Wan smiles breathlessly.
Obi-Wan leans back onto his elbows, his hands fisting in the blanket beneath him, as Jango starts to press sucking and biting kisses down his neck and chest. The dark haired man licks teasingly at Obi-Wan's nipples as he passes them and he dips his tongue into Obi-Wan's naval. It causes the redhead to jerk at the ticklish sensation and they both chuckle. Jango's hand not wrapped around Obi-Wan cock reaches up and he tugs harshly at each of Obi-Wan's nipples, making him arch into the painful pleasure, then fans his hand out over the center of Obi-Wan's chest.
“I said to lay back, Mesh’ika. You don’t get my mouth until you do.”
Jango's hand around Obi-Wan cock strokes him teasingly several times before going still again. Obi-Wan moans as he looks down the line of his body to his Handsome settled between his legs. Force alive… The Force shimmers around Jango in an intense wave, projecting his lust, arousal, and lov- Shuddering, Obi-Wan lays fully back onto the bed, relaxing and surrendering.
“There you go”, Jango growls deeply.
The man's hand on Obi-Wan's chest curls, Jango's fingers digging his nails into Obi-Wan's skin, and then drags his touch downward. Obi-Wan's body rocks and undulates with the stinging touch as Jango’s nails leave fiery lines from his chest all the way down over his abs, across his hip, and along his thigh. At his thigh, his lover's touch turns into groping grabs that ache in the best of ways. Warm breath ghosts over the base of Obi-Wan's cock and then further down to his entrance. The hand on his thigh tugs and pulls until he’s arranged with his leg thrown over Jango's shoulder and his other thigh stretched widely to the side. Obi-Wan feels deliciously open and exposed.
Jango takes a deep breath, murmuring a reverent whisper of ‘ner Mesh’ika’, then his tongue is gliding through Obi-Wan's folds in one broad wet lick. Obi-Wan just barely keeps from shouting, his sound instead coming out a desperate keening whine. The moan that rumbles out of Jango is beyond porn worthy and it only adds to Obi-Wan's quickly spiraling arousal. Fuck-oh please . Another lick and another deep sound from Jango has Obi-Wan's hips twitching up into the man's mouth, his cock throbbing in Jango's hand. On the next sweep of Jango's tongue, Obi-Wan's body arches and his hips grind into the wonderful wet heat of his lover's mouth and the tight channel of his hand. Jango pulls back to growl out a panting moan that has Obi-Wan's gut clenching, cock throbbing, and entrance pulsing.
“Stars, you taste good. You’re so good”, the man groans.
“Jango”, Obi-Wan gasps, breathless in his lust.
“I’ve got you, Mesh’ika. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
Obi-Wan sighs and nods, his dark haired lover tightening his grip on Obi-Wan's thigh. It’s the only warning he gets and then Jango is diving back in between Obi-Wan's thighs. Jango licks and sucks at his folds with single minded focus and a talent that has Obi-Wan moaning loudly in no time as his body shifts restlessly, trying to get more of his Handsomes mouth on him. Fuck, he’s good at this , Obi-Wan thinks hazily. Jango alternates licking along Obi-Wan's soaked folds and swirling his tongue around his entrance, just barely dipping inside as Obi-Wan gasps and moans above him. Obi-Wan's legs shift restlessly, hips grinding down into Jango's mouth, and fists clenching rhythmically in the blankets at his sides. His grinding hips push his cock through Jango's fist and pleasure sparks through him like lightning.
“Jango-nngh, please. Ah-ha-Handsome, more please”, Obi-Wan moans loudly, one hand releasing the blankets and reaching down to tangle in Jango's hair.
Jango doesn’t answer any more than a purring rumble from between his legs that has him keening as the vibrations shiver over his sensitive skin. He only has to wait another moment though, before Jango's wet and talented tongue is lapping into his entrance. Force, it feels so fucking goo d. Jango goes down on Obi-Wan like it’s his mission to leave him a wrung out and gasping puddle, the sounds rumbling from the man deep and lustful and it pushes Obi-Wan’s own pleasure higher and more out of control. All Obi-Wan can do is hold on tight, tugging at Jango’s dark hair and the blanket in his hands, reveling in the deep sounds the man lets out, and moan his pleasure loudly as he writhes on Jango's tongue. Far too quickly Obi-Wan is shuddering as the rush of another fast approaching orgasm flares through him.
“Ah-fuck! Jango! I’m gonna-”
Instead of backing off, Jango finally starts to move his hand still holding Obi-Wan's cock, jerking him with tight and insistent strokes. Obi-Wan screams, thrusting up into the sensation, and Jango grabs his hip with his free hand to hold him still and presses his face even closer, Jango's tongue fucking in and out of Obi-Wan more insistently. The wet sounds of the man licking and sucking at his entrance are obscene, as are the slick sounds of Jango's hand flying over Obi-Wan's leaking cock. As Obi-Wan’s moaning keens grow louder and more breathy, Jango digs his nails into Obi-Wan's hip, his grip bruising tight, and oh fuck-shit- ahhhngh mmm- please oh Force- Obi-Wan can’t stop the burning inferno as his orgasm slams through him. He cums with a lewd moaning shout, back arching off the bed, his hips thrusting up against Jango's hold, and hands flying up to grab desperately at the blankets over his head.
Obi-Wan is still gasping and panting from cumming when the hand at his cock and the one on his hip leave him and the body between his legs shifts. There’s a brief moment where Jango steps away and Obi-Wan is alone on the edge of the bed, thighs open, his hands thrown over his head, and once again feeling lewedly exposed. It’s only a second though before hands are back on him, grabbing at his waist in a rough hold. Positively purring, he hopes there will be bruises left from the aching hold on his waist. A moment later Obi-Wan gasps as Jango's hold goes even tighter and then suddenly lifts and pushes. It sends Obi-Wan sliding on the bed several inches. He tries to shift with the motions as Jango's hands drag up from his waist to just under his armpits. When Jango's hands tighten this time, Obi-Wan tries to help move himself. They end up with Obi-Wan laying right ways on the bed with his head on the pillows and Jango kneeling at the foot of the bed between his legs. Blinking his eyes open, everything is fuzzy and hazy as sparks and zips of pleasure still course through him. The image that greets him has him moaning and his heart thudding.
Jango’s hair is a spiked mess. His panting mouth, cheeks, chin, and down his neck covered in wetness, cum, and saliva. Meeting Obi-Wan's eyes, Jango uses his previously discarded shirt to wipe off his face and neck, then tosses the shirt to the side once again. The man's deep amber gaze is sharp and bright, aroused and full of emotion. It’s so similar to the way he looks after a successful hunt and Obi-Wan delights in the way he feels caught with Jango kneeling on the bed between Obi-Wan's lower legs with his hands gently rubbing up and down Obi-Wan calves and thighs. Jango’s body is glorious and naked. He’s incredibly well built, with the body of a fighter; thickly muscled yet still lean. Jango’s cock is hanging between his impressive thighs; deliciously thick and long, cut, twitching and throbbing, and a needy deep red. Fucking hells and Stars above . Every corded muscle in the man's body looks bulging and his skin gleams. Force, he’s so handsome , Obi-Wan can’t help but think. He also can’t help but think, not for the first time, how his blue dildo definitely isn’t as big as Jango's cock, but Stars Obi-Wan wants that thick cock fucking into him.
“Mesh’ika?”, Jango's deep voice pulls Obi-Wan from his musings.
Obi-Wan looks up to meet Jango's eyes and smiles. His mind is still hazy with pleasure and his body throbbing and pulsing with arousal. He’s cum twice, but it’s only making him more desperate to have Jango's cock inside of him.
“You good?”, Jango asks softly.
“Yeah”, Obi-Wan smiles, then rethinks his answer and gives a lazy shake of his head, “No, actually. Come up here and kiss me, Handsome.”
Jango smirks and crawls up the bed to cover Obi-Wan's body with his own. The man's hands are rough from work and leave a pleasant sensation in their wake as Jango strokes his hands over Obi-Wan's thighs and up his sides. As Jango settles between Obi-Wan's spread thighs and leans over him, the man moves so that he's braced with his hands at Obi-Wan's head. Flushed and still breathless from pleasure, Obi-Wan leans his head back and slightly to the side, showing his throat to the handsome Mandalorian over him. At the same time, he lifts his legs and rubs his knees and calves along Jango's sides and thighs. It’s a submissive tease and temptation, something Obi-Wan rarely feels safe offering of himself to someone else so easily. He knows he’s safe with Jango though. He lov-cares for Jango very much.
Above him, Jango blinks, something in his gaze flickering with confusion and curiosity, and his hands move to take ahold of Obi-Wan's wrists and press him further down into the blankets beneath him. In that moment, Obi-Wan has a flash of the fight from earlier with the blue and silver Mandalorian. It’s hard to hold onto the thought, the memory, though through his need and desire to have as much of Jango as he can during their short time together. The curious comparison is gone from his mind within a fraction of a second. Jango seems to shake off whatever curiosity had distracted him as well as he leans down and steals Obi-Wan's breath away with a deep and devouring kiss. Obi-Wan sinks into the kiss, the heat and wet of Jango's mouth and talented tongue. He can taste the lingering sweetness of himself in Jango's mouth, his lust burning brighter at the taste and ratcheting up his need.
“Jango”, Obi-Wan breathes, realizing his wrists have been released and reaching up to scratch his nails along the top of Jango's arms, over his shoulders, and into the man's dark hair.
“Obi-Wan”, Jango all but purrs, his voice deep and perfect, humming as Obi-Wan's fingers scratch over his skin and tug at his hair.
Jango leans down to brace his forearm in the pillows next to Obi-Wan's head while his other hand strokes Obi-Wan's cheek tenderly.
“Come on, Handsome”, Obi-Wan says breathlessly between kisses, his body rocking up into Jango's, “Want you to fuck me. Need you to fuck me.”
The body over him shudders and Jango growls as he devours Obi-Wans with his next kiss as his free hand drags wonderfully tight gropes and stinging nail tracks along Obi-Wan's body wherever he’s able to reach. Obi-Wan's own hands alternate gripping roughly at Jango's shoulders and tugging at his hair as his knees tighten and rub at Jango's sides. When they finally break away from the kiss they are both panting, arousal and desire exuding from them both so strong that Obi-Wan swears he can sense it in the Force. Obi-Wan mourns the loss of Jango's lips until pressure at his entrance has him moaning loudly and throwing his head back in pleasure. Jango hums, smirking, as his finger at Obi-Wan's entrance rubs through his soaked and pulsing folds. He only has a moment to try and think clearly before two of Jango's fingers are pressing into his entrance. Thanks to two orgasms and his continued pleasure and arousal, Obi-Wan's body is loose and welcomes Jango's fingers. It’s a bit tight, but the ache is fantastic and he moans long and loud as his handsome Mandalorian starts to thrust his fingers in and out of Obi-Wan's rippling entrance.
“Fucking Stars-mm. I forgot how good you feel inside. So wet and hot and perfect”, Jango growls and Obi-Wan keens, his neck arching back and eyes fluttering closed as his body opens up around the man's fingers, “Lookit how beautiful you are. Bid mesh'la. Bid jate. Ner Mesh’ika.” (So beautiful. So good. My Pretty.)
“Ner Handsome. Can't wait to have you inside of me. Missed it so much”, Obi-Wan moans, his body rocking into the sensations of Jango's fingers thrusting in and out of him.
“Yeah”, his lover purrs, “Missed having my cock fucking you nice and rough, just like you like it? Missed having me make you beg and scream for me as I take you apart? Missed having my cum filling you up until you're dripping and soaked?”
Obi-Wan was already nodding, but by the end his body is tensing and grinding up into Jango and down onto his hand; a deep needy moan tumbling from him so loud he knows anyone in the hall or neighboring rooms can hear.
“Yes-elek. Elek, gedet'ye, Jango.” (Yes. Yes, please, Jango.)
Jango moans and surges back in to steal Obi-Wan's breath with more hungry and biting kisses. It’s so good. Jango’s kisses, his body over Obi-Wan, the Mandalorians fingers moving in him, it’s all so good and Obi-Wan's cock starts to harden once again as his entrance grows even more wet. The slick sounds of Jango's fingers fucking into Obi-Wan are deliriously obscene and loud even against their harsh panting breaths and lewd moans as they kiss and move against each other. Just as Obi-Wan is about to beg his lover for more, his arousal burning hot and strong, Jango adds a third finger and Obi-Wan breaks from their kisses to throw his head back and give a moaning shout.
“Ahhnngh! Fuck, Jango. Mmnah!”
A deep and rumbling sound thunders from Jango's chest and he nuzzles along Obi-Wan's cheek to start laying sucking bites to Obi-Wan's neck and shoulder. Force, yes .
“Mmm. Copad at cuyir connected at gar bid dush, ner Mesh’ika”, Jango groans against the teeth marks and bruises he’s left over Obi-Wan's neck. (Want to be connected to you so badly, my Pretty.)
“Nngh! Ahh-Gedet'ye, Jango. Gedet’ye or'atu”, Obi-Wan moans, running one hand down to tug at Jango's arm insistently. (“Please, Jango. Please more.”)
“Cuyir udesla. Gotta stretch you out first. I don’t want to hurt you”, his lover murmurs, nipping at the soft patch of skin beneath Obi-Wan's ear at the same time he twists and crooks his fingers he’s thrusting inside of Obi-Wan. (Be calm.)
“I like it though”, Obi-Wan forces himself to think through his pleasure and quickly mounting desperation to have Jango inside of him, “I want to feel the ache of stretching around your cock as you fuck me hard and rough. I want to feel you even after we have to part ways.”
Jango's body shudders and he moans around the skin he’s currently biting and sucking at. His hand not currently inside Obi-Wan moves up to cup the side of Obi-Wan's neck and cheek, a tender touch that feels at odds with the fast and hard thrusts of his other hand.
“Please, Jango. Please. I need you.”
Obi-Wan's soft and deep whispering whine of need seems to undo Jango's resolve. The man pulls himself from Obi-Wan's neck to press an almost chaste kiss to his panting lips. As he pulls from the kiss, Jango braces his hand at Obi-Wan's shoulder and pulls his fingers from Obi-Wan's entrance. There's a quick pang of wanton loss that has Obi-Wan gasping out a soft sobbing sound, but he only has a moment to mourn before he’s watching Jango use the wetness on his finger to further lube his cock. Jango takes a breath and then shimmies forward and the blunt head of his thick cock nudges at Obi-Wan's wet and clenching entrance.
“Ahhngh! Fuckyesplease-oh please”, Obi-Wan moans, his entire body lighting up in pleasure as Jango starts to push forward, his cock sinking into Obi-Wan's body.
“Nnghfuck”, Jango groans, his head bowing to watch as pulls out to just the tip and then slides back in further.
They both moan as Jango pulls out again, then pushes in and this time Obi-Wan rocks into the motions and it causes Jango's cock to push further into him. It’s a stretch, that’s for sure. Obi-Wan definitely should have let Jango stretch him on his fingers a bit more, but he meant it when he said he wanted to feel Jango even after this. He wants to feel Jango for days. Something like relief flows through him, his mind chanting a lust filled mantra of please for more, as Jango finally thrusts into him to the hilt, the man's hips settling tight against Obi-Wan's inner thighs. Fuuuck, it feels so good. I definitely need a bigger toy .
“Fuck.”
Jango's breathy curse has Obi-Wan grinning dopily, his hands petting lovingly at his lover's arms and shoulders as the man grips roughly at the blanket on either side of Obi-Wan. Having Jango inside of him settles a need that suddenly Obi-Wan realizes goes far deeper than just the desire for sex. A sense of belonging and something soul shatteringly right fills him as he lays panting beneath Jango, adjusting to the thickness splitting him open. Force… With a gentle nuzzle, Obi-Wan licks at Jango's lips, pulling the man into a messy and languid kiss. For all that Obi-Wan wants the hard and rough that he knows Jango can deliver, this moment of soft, gentle, and loving has his heart thudding and the Force shimmering around them both.
They both part from the kiss, their lips still brushing as they take shuddering breaths and gaze into each other's eyes. There are no words that Obi-Wan has to describe the enormity of what he sees, what he feels, in this moment. At the same time they lean back into each other for another kiss. One of Jango's hands gently glides down Obi-Wan's neck, chest, over his side and down to his thigh. The touch is slow and soft as the man shifts to hook his hand under the bend of Obi-Wan's knee. Arousal and pleasure pulse through Obi-Wan, causing him to keen in between sucking at Jango's tongue, as the man lifts his leg to open him up further. The stretch in his hips and the way Jango's cock slides just a bit further into him is exquisite. Above him, around him, Jango shifts.
“Mmm-Ah!”
Obi-Wan moans as his lover slowly pulls his cock out until just the tip is resting inside of Obi-Wan's rippling entrance, then Obi-Wan is giving a gasping shout as in one smooth move Jango is pushing forward in a rough thrust. Jango's hand at his knee tightens, the man's own knees shifting, and then he’s pulling back out to just the tip again. This time when he thrusts into Obi-Wan it’s hard and jarring and perfect.
“Ahfuck! Oh Stars”, Obi-Wan gasps as Jango instantly starts to pound into him with a quick and rough pace.
Oh Force- fuck it feels so good , Obi-Wan thinks deliriously as he digs his nails into Jango's arm tugs at the mans dark hair harshly. Jango’s moans and groans are deep as they mix with Obi-Wan's loud moans as they both give sound to their pleasure.
“Shit. Nngh”, Jango groans as he shifts even closer and bends Obi-Wan's leg even more.
The intense stretch is almost bending Obi-Wan in half and it allows Jango's slamming thrusts to get even deeper. Pleasure rages and rushes through Obi-Wan as he holds onto his handsome lover and grinds down into each hard thrust.
“Jango! Fuck, ah-ah!”
Obi-Wan doesn’t care how loud he’s being. All he cares about is the man above him and in him. His body clenches around the hard length fucking into him and Jango's cock twitches hard, both of them moaning in unison.
“Stars, you feel so fucking good, Obi-Wan. Sound so good-nngh”, Jango moans deeply, his grip on Obi-Wan's knee tightening even more as his other hand starts to scratch lines down Obi-Wan's body.
“Y-you too, Jango. My Handsome.”
Jango groans and leans in for a devouring kiss that matches the intensity of his thrusts. He doesn’t let up until Obi-Wan's chest is hitching and his mind is even more hazy in pleasure and desire. Then Jango shifts so he’s leaning up more on his knees, his hands dragging over Obi-Wan's skin to grab at hips with a rough grip. For a beat they both stare into one another's eyes before Jango gives a breathless smirk, his hands go even tighter on Obi-Wan's hips, and then Jango's pace quickens and his already hard thrusts turn even rough and jarring. Obi-Wan screams as his arousal and pleasure surges to new heights, his hands grasping and tugging at the blankets around him as he grinds and writhes to match Jango's thrusts.
“AH-ahohfuck! Nnghaah!”
“Starsfuck! Oh gods!”
“Jango! Mmah, Jango!”
His lover's thick cock is slamming into him hard and fast and Obi-Wan realizes he’s not going to last long at all. He’s so strung out even after having cum a few times already. He’s so sensitive and he’s been desperate to be with Jango for so long. Force, it’s so good. Fuck, he’s so good . Loud and desperate moans are punched out of him with every thrust and pleasure sears through him. Jango looks so good over him, in him. The man's hands tighten on Obi-Wan's hips, the sting of nails digging into his skin adding to his blazing desire and Obi-Wan prays there will be bruises and marks left behind. The wet squelching sound of Jango's cock fucking in and out of Obi-Wans soaked entrance is gloriously obscene, made all the more erotic as Obi-Wan moans and shouts in pleasure with each hard thrust from his lover. He bucks and ruts against Jango as best he can as the aching burn of another orgasm starts to thunder through him.
Suddenly Jango is shifting, his hands leaving Obi-Wan's hips to grab at his legs. His handsome Mandalorian manhandles him, somehow managing to keep up the rough pace of his thrusts, and throws Obi-Wan's legs over his shoulders and leans forward. He practically bends Obi-Wan in half and he thanks the Force for how flexible he is. The position still has his muscles stretching deliciously as Jango leans over him and grabs his hips roughly again. There will definitely be bruises and Obi-Wan rejoices at the fuzzy and lust filled realization. As Jango continues to fuck him in the new position, Obi-Wans pleasure starts to blaze out of his control once again as his lovers cock fucks him hard and deep and so perfect, fuck I’m gonna cum soon oh Stars please-
“Jango! Oh fuck, Jango. Stars, pleaseohplease!”
“You’re so amazing, Mesh’ika. I love hearing you moan and beg for me”, Jango growls as he pulls Obi-Wan's body down into each of his thrusts, “Shit, I’m close. Stars.”
Just hearing Jango sound so wrecked and wrapped up in pleasure has Obi-Wan's body clenching tightly in desire. Fuck.
“Mmm-me too. Jango. ‘M so close.”
“Ohhngh! Fuck”, Jango snarls, turning his head and biting roughly at Obi-Wans leg over his shoulder before speaking against the skin, “Wanna fill you up, Obi-Wan. Wanna pump you full of my cum.”
Obi-Wan's eyes roll back in his head at the image Jango makes and the way his voice just down things to him. Fucking hells, he’s so close.
“Please, Jango. Fuckplease cum in me”, he moans lewdly, body arching into Jango's thrusts and clenching around the thick and throbbing cock fucking into him.
“Yeah? Want me to cum in you, Mesh’ika? Soak you in my cum”, Jango purrs darkly, his deep voice breathless and dangerous all in one.
“Stars, yes. Please fuck- pleaseplea- Ahhcum in me. Mark me as yours.”
Jango's thrusts stutter and the man lets out a thundering sound that Obi-Wan dreams about in his darkest fantasies. Lightning fast, Jango moves so that Obi-Wan's legs drop from his shoulders, his right leg wrapped around the man's waist while Jango keeps Obi-Wan's left leg in a rough grip to keep him open. Obi-Wan shouts in pleasure, but it gets cut off when Jango's right hand comes up and wraps around the base of his throat. Keeping eye contact, Jango slides his hand up to wrap around Obi-Wan's throat right under his jaw and the noise Obi-Wan makes is more vibration against the hand on him than sound. He almost cums at the devoted and lustful gleam in Jango's eyes and leans his head back more for Jango's hand. The man over him blinks, his hips stuttering again.
“‘S this ok?”, Jango asks breathlessly.
“Yesfuckyes”, Obi-Wan all but sobs, reaching out to grip Jango's wrist and pull his hand even more against his throat.
Groaning, Jango readjusts his hand on Obi-Wan's throat and his other hand on the redhead's leg where he’s still holding Obi-Wan open as he pounds into him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect”, Jango moans, his thrusts somehow growing even more rough and his pace quickening, “Bid jate par ni, ner Obi-Wan.” (So perfect for me, my Obi-Wan.)
“Gar. Ge-gedet'ye, Jango”, Obi-Wan sobs, his orgasms' right there and so close, “Mark me as yours. Ple-please, Jango.” (Yours. Pl-please, Jango.)
Every part of Jango seems to bulge, his eyes blazing and teeth bared as his cock jerks hard inside of Obi-Wan. The hand at Obi-Wan's throat tightens steadily.
“I-I’m gonna cum in you, Mesh’ika. Gonna fill you up. You’ll be carrying me around for days. Gonna feel me for days”, he snarls.
“Y-yes, please”, Obi-Wan gasps, his mind going fuzzy at the edges with arousal and his impending orgasm.
Jango's breath hitches, his hips stutter.
“Cum with me, Obi-Wan. Cum with me.”
“Yes, Jango”, Obi-Wan moans.
Jango slams into Obi-Wan roughly several times and then his hand on Obi-Wan's throat lets go, bracing against the bed next to his head. The rush has Obi-Wan's body flushing with molten ecstasy and suddenly he’s screaming and cumming.
“NNnahh!!!”
His cock jerks and his entrance clenches tight, pulsing around Jango's cock. Obi-Wan's entire body arching and thrusting, his hands grabbing blindly, as heat and pleasure tear through him. Everything is hot, wet, throbbing, and pulsing as Obi-Wan moans loudly as he cums so hard his mind whites out
“NghaaFUCK!”
Jango's roar of pleasure accompanies the throb of his cock as he thrusts hard, like he’s trying to get his cum as deep into Obi-Wan as possible. Liquid heat fills Obi-Wan with each throbbing jerk of Jango's cock and it has Obi-Wan's still frazzled mind going blank again with pleasure as Jango cums in him.
When Obi-Wan becomes aware again, his body is heavy and relaxed in a way he’s not been since the last time he had Jango's hands on him and his mind is wondrously sluggish as he comes down from the high of orgasm. Every part of him and every one of his senses are fuzzy at the edges. Fucking Force yes, Obi-Wan thinks lazily, luxuriating in the deep satisfaction flowing through him and exuding from his lover still deep inside of him. Obi-Wan sighs out a soft moan as he registers the warm full feeling of Jango's cum inside of him and the man's cock still twitching, along with the heavy weight of his lover's body laying over him.
“Mmm”, Obi-Wan hums, sated and sluggish as he blinks his eyes open.
His legs are wrapped around Jango's waist lightly, his thighs still trembling with the intensity of his orgasm, and one arm is thrown over Jango's shoulder with his hand buried in the man's sweaty hair while Obi-Wan's other hand is fisted in the pillows over his own head. Jango is still inside of him and he’s laying over Obi-Wan with his face pressed into the curve of Obi-Wan's neck. As Obi-Wan shifts, Jango gives a low groaning purr and lifts his head to meet Obi-Wan's gaze. They’re both still breathing heavily, coming down from their orgasms, their bodys sweaty and sated, as they practically melt into each other.
Blinking slowly, Jango smiles softly and leans in. Obi-Wan meets him halfway and their tongues twine as their lips lock in a messy and lazy kiss. After a moment, Jango breaks the kiss and gently nudges Obi-Wan to follow his motions. They both roll to the side, moaning softly as it causes Jango's slowly softening cock to shift inside of Obi-Wan's still rippling entrance. They end up laying on their sides facing each other with Obi-Wan tucked up close into Jango's chest and his right left leg still thrown over Jango's waist and the man's cock still inside of him. His head is resting on Jango's left arm beneath his head while his lover's other hand strokes through his hair and over his cheek and neck with a tender loving look in his eyes. For several long minutes they lay there and make out lazily as they run their hands over each other's bodies where they can reach.
It’s so easy and relaxing. Being with Jango is so right. Obi-Wan wishes he could stay here with Jango. He wishes he could have this every day. That thought brings with it the realization, the reminder, of their current situation. They don’t have long before they have to part ways again. Obi-Wan is happy for anything he can have with Jango, even their long distance relationship, but he can’t begin to express how much these few hours he has with his lover mean to him. Jango pulls back from licking and biting sweetly at Obi-Wan's lips to press their foreheads together.
“Gar cuyir a dinui teh te Ka'ra”, Jango whispers against his lips, “Bal gar cuyir vaii ner runi vercopaanir at yaimpar at.” (You are a gift from the Stars. And you are where my soul wishes to return to.)
Obi-Wan's heart clenches with emotion. For a Mandalorian and a bounty hunter, these words are like an oath; deep and meaningful.
“You don’t have to say anything to that”, Jango says softly, tucking Obi-Wan's hair behind his ear and stroking his cheek.
“I feel the same, Jango”, Obi-Wan says as he looks into his lover's eyes, “I just…”
“You said you wanted to take it slow and I’m more than happy to do that. You’re worth it.”
Inexplicably Obi-Wan's eyes warm with unshed tears. The Force rings with the truth in Jango's words and the pull at the center of his chest is settled only by their physical closeness. There’s nothing more right in the galaxy than the two of them being together. It’s so clear to Obi-Wan, but it scares him all the same. He doesn’t want to mess this up. He doesn’t want to lose this. Jango is worth taking this slowly and doing it at a pace they are comfortable with.
“My Handsome”, he whispers in place of saying the words that are actually trying to claw their way from his heart.
Jango smiles, big and bright, and kisses him.
“Ner Mesh’ika”, Jango breaths against his lips.
Heart thudding with love, Obi-Wan curls into his Handsome's arms and Jango hauls him as close as possible.
“How much longer do we have?”, Jango asks after a short time of them simply holding each other.
“I have to leave by sun up. I left Anakin in good hands, but if I want to keep a long list of babysitters it’s best not to leave him longer than necessary.”
“Haha. He does sound like a handful, full of spirit”, Jango huffs with a laugh and an endearing sort of pride.
“That’s certainly one way to put it”, Obi-Wan grins, kissing distractedly at Jango's jaw, “He’s a good kid though, at heart.”
“Hmm. So I have you until sun up. Do you want to get some sleep or-”
“No”, Obi-Wan cuts Jango off, doing his best to contain his odd sense of panic, “I want to be awake with you as long as possible.”
“Alright, Mesh’ika. Just wanna make sure you get your rest if you need it”, Jango says softly, kissing Obi-Wan's lips.
“I can sleep on the ship on the way home”, Obi-Wan huffs, sucking at Jango's tongue as he tugs at the man's hair.
“Mmm”, Jango purrs out that low sound that has Obi-Wan melting, “Sounds good to me. We’ll do whatever you want until the sun comes up.”
“I want to suck your cock.”
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Obi-Wan makes it back to the Temple by early afternoon the next day. He’d passed out only a few minutes after he’d set the nav-system and gotten his ship into hyperspace. Saying goodbye to Jango had been one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, but his lover had promised that they would get to see each other again soon. They’d spent their last several hours together fucking just as much as they had relaxing and talking. It had been agreed on that they would both work at scheduling times to meet up more than they had been before. Obi-Wan didn’t want to go so long without seeing each other in person and Jango was more than willing as long as their missions didn’t get in the way. It would take work, but all worthwhile relationships did.
As expected, Obi-Wan is sore all over as he steps from his ship and into the Temple hanger. It adds a bit of pep to his step and brightens his smile. He’ll be feeling his Handsome lover for a few days at least and he’ll have to wear shirts that cover most of his neck until the hickies and teeth marks heal. Mace Windu is waiting for Obi-Wan as he emerges from his ship. Somehow, the older Jedi looks like he knows far more than Obi-Wan is comfortable with as Mace raises an eyebrow at him.
“I trust your mission was enjoyable, Kenobi”, Mace says evenly.
“Indeed. Successful missions are always enjoyable, Master Windu”, Obi-Wan grins.
Mace just blinks at him for a beat.
“Well, if I were you, I’d make my way quickly to the creche.”
“The creche?”, Obi-Wan frowns.
“Madame Nu sent your padawan there after he dismantled and reprogramed several of her archive droids to ‘make them more efficient’”, Mace tells him.
“Oh? And are they more efficient?”, Obi-Wan asks with a smirk before he can think better of it.
The look he gets from Mace has him hunching slightly and quickly leaving to make his way to the creche. Mace or some Knights will get Tadz from the ship's hold and unfrozen to integrate. For now, Obi-Wan has to go reacquire his padawan and do damage control with Madame Jocasta. As he walks through the halls of the Temple, Obi-Wan pulls out his commlink.
O: My list of babysitters has likely gotten shorter…
H: Oh?
O: Anakin apparently reprogramed some archive droids to try and make them more efficient.
H: Are they more efficient now?
O: …Probably.
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