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Luke whines into Boba's mouth as his riduur pushes him through their apartments' fresher door. Hands strip off his outer layers with brusque efficiency and then lift him by the thighs and set him on the counter. Teeth dig into his bottom lip just enough to sting, and then a soft, wet tongue soothes over it. One of the hands under his thighs migrates down to hoist his leg over Boba's hip, and the other reaches around to grab him by the ass and pull. Their hips collide just on the edge of pain, hard cocks rubbing together deliciously, and Luke whines and writhes and scrapes his nails over Boba's bald head, the back of his neck, and the breadth of his shoulders. He's so tempted to just rip off the stupid black robe his husband wears under his armor, but he knows it won't be appreciated. Boba slaps his ass, hard, jolting them harshly together again, then pulls away and ducks down to bite into the meat of his neck, moving his hand from his knee under his shirt to his pebbled nipple. Mouth unoccupied, Luke throws his head back and moans as loud as he wants, breath hitching at the end as Boba worries the skin between his teeth, pinches the nub between his fingers, and starts to grind forward -
A throat clears beside them.
Boba has a knife in hand and Luke has his lightsaber ignited before they've even truly registered anything. Like the large, communal fresher they were in rather than the private one in their quarters, or the dozen or so identical men looking exactly like a much younger Boba.
"Keep it to your bunk, trooper," drawls the man who'd cleared his throat, looking imposing and dangerous even clad in only a low-slung towel. His flinty gaze lands on Luke next, the Jedi flushed with arousal more than shame. "Not even Generals are exempt from the laws of common decency, sir."
"Fox," one of the others chokes, fear swelling up like a tidal wave.
Boba drops his knife. "Ori'vod?" he asks, sounding smaller than Luke has ever heard.
Fox raised an eyebrow.
Boba sucks in a shaking breath and buries his face in Luke's shoulder. "Time travel," he says, loudly.
"Try the other one. It's got bells."
Boba snaps something in Mando'a too fast for Luke to follow. The other troopers choke on their tongues laughing, and Fox goes red with embarrassment, then pale with the implications.
"Bob'ika?"