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The Mandalorian is in rare form tonight. Din runs through drills; his movements are lethal and precise. After putting Grogu down for the night, he angrily made his way to the indoor sparring space of the temple.
Every punch is thrown with all his might against the training dummy as his gloved fists connect with audible thwaps. White particles of dust fly into the air and scatter from the impacts against the patched-together synth-leather, creating a hazy atmosphere that only reinforces the otherworldliness of the being standing before him.
Luke's fingers twitch against the doorway's opening as he watches Din throw his fists as fast and hard as possible with angry grunts and growls rolling deep in his chest. Luke catches his breath, and his prosthetic hand presses against his belly to grip the fabric of his tunic. He’s suddenly filled with fear.
Din is rightfully upset; Luke knows he hurt Din earlier with defensive, biting words he’d give anything to take back. He hadn't meant to brush him away like that, but he had felt cornered and exposed. And now, Luke wishes he had cast aside his vulnerabilities earlier—old Jedi Code be damned.
"What is it?" Din snaps, throwing his shoulder into another punch before he turns, somehow managing to glower even with his helmet on.
Closing his eyes and clenching his fists once more for courage, Luke breathes deeply and attempts to release his anxiety into the Force. No luck. Steeling his nerves anyway, he slowly lifts his feet, stepping forward into the training space. He clasps his hands in front of him, automatically falling into his Jedi Master facade of calm. Luke bows his head slightly and realizes he’s shaking. A full body tremble as he gazes down at the scuffed toes of his boots and huddles uncharacteristically on himself.
"Just spit it out. No use trying to spout jetii nonsense and more mystical riddles." Din huffs and looks away, throwing another few rough punches at the dummy.
Luke lifts his face, his blue eyes glassy with unshed tears.
Glancing toward him and taking in his apprehensive appearance, Din's gut twists, and he crosses his arms. "Do you want me to leave? For good?"
Silence reigns in the lofty room for several long heartbeats. Luke can’t make eye contact with Din as he shakes his head sharply and sniffles softly. "Never," Luke whispers, trying to brush away his falling tears.
"Then what is it?" Din's voice cracks through the vocoder, and he turns sharply, throwing his arm out to hit the side of the training dummy with his curled fist. "Because apparently, I’m not understanding what’s going on."
Luke's gaze settles upon Din’s hunched shoulders as he stands before him, trembling. "I just… I still wasn’t sure what I wanted," he whispers. “I want to do what’s right.”
Snorting, Din shakes his head. "That’s not good enough. Not anymore," he says roughly. Din stares at his throbbing hands, flexing his fingers and knuckles, enjoying the sting from his hits. "I want to know if there’s any chance for us."
Shrugging ever so faintly, Luke murmurs, "Din, you know it’s complicated."
Din scowls beneath his helmet, shifting his hands to his hips. He stands that way for several long beats, taking a moment to think before speaking. "We’ve known each other for more than a year now, Luke," he says, straightening up as though coming to terms with something. He stalks toward Luke. "And there’s something between us. I know it, you know it. We don’t have to ignore it."
"That's why I'm here," Luke admits breathlessly. Keeping his eyes locked on the other man is hard. He has to resist the urge to back down and avert his eyes. "I want to talk."
A pained thrum settles in Din’s chest. "Why? Why bother talking at all? Every time I try to talk about this, you push me away. I already know what you're going to say!"
"No, you don’t—" Luke begins, but Din snarls and stomps forward the last few feet that remain between them.
"I do know! I've been hearing the same kriffing thing for months now. ‘Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments.’ But you let everyone else around you have them! Your sister, Grogu… You leave nothing for yourself—and I hate it!" Din shoves a finger forcefully into Luke's chest, stepping into his bubble. "You're going to tell me that we can't, and you're going to tell me to stop as though I'm the only one with feelings!”
Din takes another frustrated breath. “Why do you keep acting like this, Luke? Why do you act as if you’re not worthy of affection? It's like you want to be miserable." He pokes at Luke’s chest again, sidling closer still.
"I'm tired of ignoring these feelings. I want to watch you scrunch your nose at your first sip of caf every morning because you can’t stand the taste but drink it anyway. I want to be the one to drag you away from poring over Jedi texts when you haven't taken a break all day. I want to spar with you. I want to garden with you. I want to watch your back. I want to raise Grogu with you. I want all those things!" Din shouts, moving forward with each sentence, forcing Luke to take steps back.
"You’re wrong about attachments, Luke. The Order was wrong. Your masters were wrong. They make us stronger. The old Order is gone, and they don’t have the right to tell us not to feel like this."
"Din…"
"Don’t start." Din throws his hand out, slicing at the air to silence him. "I’m not finished.”
The fire and fierceness in Din’s presence in the Force grow and burn, causing Luke’s stomach to flip and his heart to jump into his mouth.
"I tried to tell you earlier, but you wouldn’t let me. Listen to me. I—” Din swallows and finally speaks his mind. “I love you, Luke. I love how you try out stupid acrobatic moves in a battle when you should focus on fighting. I love your terrible puns and floundering jokes. You're so strong, Luke. You're confident, and your smile disarms everyone around you. I only watch over you because I worry you don’t have anyone else to watch your back.
“And then there are times like these," Din hisses, voice dropping lower, and he steps into Luke’s space, pushing him further until Luke's back hits the wall. Luke releases a gasp, looking up at his reflection in Din’s T-visor.
"When you look meek and uncertain. When you drop your Jedi Master mask," Din whispers, bowing his head toward Luke. His dark eyes are intense under his helmet. "If you're so kriffing determined to say what you came to say, then say it now. I won’t let you run away again."
Luke shivers and bites his lip, tipping his head back as Din slaps his hand against the wall beside Luke’s head. Din closes the gap, gently resting his helmet against Luke’s forehead in an intimate Keldabe kiss. The slight height difference makes Luke feel dizzy, and it feels like Din is towering over him. He still hesitates.
"I'm so frustrated with you. You drive me crazy with everything you do. You train all day and study all night; you barely eat, and when you do, it's only when Artoo tells you to, or I bring you something. All your energy and focus go into the school and things for the New Republic, and what do you get in return? Nothing." Din’s voice lowers another decibel, becoming rough and rolling across the non-existent distance Luke finds between them.
“I hate when you cater to the whims of those ungrateful bastards in the Senate! You shouldn't have to put up with that banthashit from them! You're the one doing a service for them, and they treat you like dirt!" Din growls, pounding a fist against the wall.
“That’s not fair, Din. You know Leia—” Luke interrupts.
“Your sister doesn’t count,” Din interjects. “But you know what I hate the most? I hate you ignoring me!"
Grazing his eyes down Luke's body quickly, Din flicks his eyes up once more and locks on Luke's quivering lips. Shifting against him, Din raises his arm to rest his elbow upon the wall on the opposite side of Luke's head, effectively trapping him. His beskar pushes heavily against Luke’s chest.
A secret grin curls on Din's face. "Do you know what you do to me, Luke? I know you can read some of my emotions in the Force. I hated learning that—in the beginning. I felt… vulnerable. But now," Din pauses, taking in the timid look directed his way. “I want you to know. I want you to know how much I want you, Luke. You have no idea how much I want to sneak into your room at night and have you. I want to push you down and flip you over every time I see you."
Luke is trembling again, breathing heavily through his mouth. "I wouldn't have turned you away…" he says, wide-eyed. "I want you just as badly."
Surprise, and a bit of shock, causes Din to straighten up slightly at the revelation, but a rigid, spiteful set of his shoulders returns. "Why didn't you tell me? Dank farrik, Luke!" he growls, stepping away as he stares down at Luke, feeling a mixture of pain and confusion.
Anguish advances upon Luke, twisting his face up as he presses his hands more tightly against his chest. "I— I never meant to mislead you…"
"I don’t have the Force to help me figure these things out, Luke. How was I supposed to know when you never said anything? Never did anything but push me away," Din says with a snarl. He pulls off his helmet abruptly and stares at Luke with sad brown eyes, pressing back into Luke's personal space.
Cheeks heated, Luke nods guiltily. “I know, Din. I know. And I’m sorry. I was scared. Could you blame me?"
Frustrated, Din steps entirely away from the wall—finally releasing Luke from his encompassing, pleading gaze, and he turns his back on him.
"Din!"
"What?” Din mutters, turning about sharply.
Surging forward in a burst of courage, Luke wraps his arms around Din’s neck and forces a desperate kiss onto his lips. Din stumbles backward a few steps, dropping his helmet to place his hands on Luke’s hips. Returning the kiss with heavy want and eagerness, Din manages to steady himself and he wraps an arm around Luke's shoulders while his free hand gropes his thigh. He turns quickly, shoving Luke against the wall to his right, and he shudders as he wrings a low moan from Luke’s lips.
Pressing closer to him as he strokes Luke's leg, Din rubs their clothed cocks together, rumbling in delight as Luke urges the kiss deeper. Luke quickly parts his legs and allows himself to be lifted from the floor, being drawn up closer to Din’s body and he eagerly groans in delight. Gripping tightly to Din's shoulders, Luke slides his thighs up along Din's sides and then settles snugly around his waist.
Pulling his lips away to kiss the side of Luke's mouth, Din shudders as Luke's thighs rhythmically clench around his waist. He holds onto him tightly, again planting a hand on the wall by Luke's head as his other hand sidles up from his knee to his hip in a slow, lingering touch so he can drink in their closeness.
The kisses grow more delicate, and Din's lips begin to flutter across Luke's face. Heavy breaths pass between them. Luke tightens his arms and tugs Din's face closer once again, and he presses an insistent kiss to his mouth, shivering as their tongues momentarily brush together.
"Din…" Luke closes his eyes.
In reply, Din gently nuzzles his nose against Luke’s, then presses a kiss to his forehead.
"I didn't mean to make you feel alone in this…"
Din pulls his lips away and he bows his head. "I know. I’m sorry if you felt like I pressured you.” He presses a light kiss to Luke’s collarbone, his robes askew.
Luke bites his lower lip. A short silence settles between them as their breathing returns to normal. Luke reins in his emotions and forces himself to analyze his actions. "I was scared," he admits again. "I was scared of… so much. I just wanted you, but I couldn't. I was scared of making the wrong choice. Following the wrong path…"
"To the Dark side?" Din asks weakly.
Luke nods and sighs. "Yeah." Slowly lifting his eyes, Luke considers Din, his dark eyes reflecting the emotional turmoil he feels inside. "I… I thought that just by having you near, it would be enough."
Din shifts and averts his eyes. "I understand what you’re saying," he admits in a whisper. "But, at the same time, it would never be enough."
Nodding in agreement, Luke gently tightens his hold around Din’s neck. "I… I want to tell you things and not be afraid anymore. I want…" A blush blossoms across his cheeks and down along his neck as he reaches a shaking hand out, delicately wrapping it around Din's wrist that rests near his neck. "I want to touch you and not feel guilty for it. Really be with you. On our terms."
It’s Din's turn to press a sudden and sharp kiss to Luke's mouth, pulling him closer and exploring him with a desperate and determined tongue. Luke returns the kiss, his fingers digging into Din’s shoulder as he arches his back and melts into him. When they break apart with soft pants and a light nuzzle against Luke's neck, the two begin to relax, enjoying the delicate touches.
"I've missed you," Din whispers, kissing the corner of Luke’s mouth. He reaches for Luke's face and cups his cheek, holding him in place as Luke shivers.
"I've missed you, too." Luke sniffles and clings to him, his fingers digging into Din’s pauldrons while his legs tighten around him further.
Din begins to lose feeling in his knees and he trembles, dragging the two of them to the ground and snagging Luke's robes against the rough stone wall. He finally drops to his knees, Luke cradled in his lap.
"You won't run away if I say… I love you?"
"Not this time," Luke murmurs, slowly rubbing Din's shoulders where he can reach beneath armor, feeling the taller man shudder. Soft kisses touch both his throat and chin before Din lifts his head.
Inhaling slowly, Din darts his gaze away to wipe his cheek free of tears before he shakily exhales. "Really?"
Luke presses a delicate and chaste kiss to his lips, offering a small smile to the watery brown eyes staring at him from beneath sweaty, riotous curls. "I love you, too,” Luke says, unwavering and firm.
He carefully raises his hands to Din’s scruffy cheeks, soothingly stroking his thumbs beneath his eyes. "There are still things we need to address and talk about… but—no more hiding, and no more running away. I promise."
Din lets out a watery, relieved laugh, and runs his own thumb along Luke's cheek. He smiles when Luke leans into his touch, and Din dips closer, lightly kissing him between blue, haunting eyes. "I’ll hold you to that. No changing your mind now, cyare."
Luke peppers a few kisses here and there across Din’s face, his fingertips once again trailing along his shoulders and across the back of Din’s neck. "I won't change my mind." Luke smiles gently. "After we’ve had a real chance to talk, I want to go back with you and Grogu to Mandalore." He feels himself blushing deeply as he quickly averts his eyes and fidgets against him.
A faint blush touches Din's cheeks as well, but a sly, rather smug smirk curls over his lips. "Oh?"
Luke squirms and shakes his head quickly. “If— if you’ll have me, of course. I just want to be close to you."
"I don’t think we can get any closer, Luke," Din rumbles, slowly running his hand along Luke’s thigh, groping at his leg in delight.
"I was just offering." Luke shrugs sheepishly.
"Okay," Din agrees easily. "We’ll figure things out. I don’t want to let you go." An embarrassed but pleased smile spreads over Luke's face, and Din feels his heart clench and his insides curl upon seeing that happy look aimed toward him. Luke is beautiful like this—all pink and shy, his fingers moving across every inch of him he can reach simply out of nervousness. Luke is breathtaking… and he is Din’s.
"What changed your mind?" Din asks suddenly.
Luke pauses as he considers his words, his head tilting into Din’s touch. "It was something Obi-Wan said to me a while ago—about regrets, and I didn't want to wait anymore."
Din shakes his head, still unable to completely wrap his mind around the concept of Force ghosts, but he wasn't going to complain—not with that smile and a lap full of Luke pressed against him.
"I think you’ve more than earned a little happiness, Luke," Din says and leans forward, kissing him hard and deep. He has a lot of kisses to make up for, and the moan of delight from Luke tells Din he’s going to enjoy every minute of it.
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Stirring groggily with a mumble against his warm pillow, Luke opens his eyes from his comfy position on his stomach to gaze around his room. Artifacts, empty mugs, and other bric-a-brac littered about and piles of books sitting on almost every available surface.
Shifting, Luke stops suddenly and holds perfectly still as he feels something behind him—rather someone, grumbling and drawing away part of his soft blanket from his shoulders. Turning his head slowly, Luke is met with a sleeping and fidgeting Din rolling to his back with a grunting snore.
Memories of the night before rush back to him. Punching practice dummies and talking, and yelling, then kisses and tears. Ending with Din dragging him to Luke’s room and pinning Luke to the bed after stripping every article of clothing from his body. He remembers Din grinning with a rather smug look upon his face before he bent down and kissed him. Well, wholly owning every inch of his mouth would probably be more accurate.
Luke had never been so frenzied and turned on in his life—even as a horny teenager on Tatooine. His hands clenched the sheets tightly in anticipation as he watched Din carefully shedding each piece of armor. But they stopped before it went too far… he still has mixed feelings about it. He almost wishes Din hadn't listened to his plea to slow down. They had fallen asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms—bare flesh tingling as they touched.
Luke glances at the chronometer beside the bed. It’s early. Grogu won’t be up for hours, and Artoo can handle watching him for a little while.
Shifting in bed, Luke moves to lie on his side and sidles closer to Din's body, gliding a hand along his bare chest and lightly playing along the grooves of his pectorals. Din murmurs incoherently and rolls his head back toward him, and Luke can’t help but smile as Din responds to the delicate touches playing across his soft abdomen as his hands travel lower.
He watches Din sleep, gently tracing the features of his face. Din’s eyes flutter behind his lids as he subconsciously registers the faint touches and caresses. Luke yearned for this, during his loneliest, darkest moments. He wanted Din close to him so he could touch him and feel him, even if it were only simple and nothing more than a loving embrace. The passionate contact from the evening was wonderful, but it pales in comparison to this.
Luke's fingers slow their lazy circling as he looks at Din. It is so surreal—intimate—and it almost doesn’t feel real at all. The idea that they are—whatever it is they are now—brings his articulate mind a halt. Partner? Certainly. Lover? Soon, he hopes.
Blushing delicately, Luke peeks down at his gloved prosthetic, watching his fingertips slide across Din’s face. There are many faint, tiny scars dotted across Din’s skin. He lightly fingers a long line of lighter scar tissue that runs from under Din’s jaw down the side of his neck. He stares at that line of flesh, as if newly revealed to his eyes and he can't help but lean closer, fluttering his lips across the scar.
Luke pauses, closing his eyes as Din's scent touches his nose. His scent is so… comforting. Din smells of sweat, leather and grease, and a spice that both tickles and entices his nose. Luke delicately kisses his way up Din's neck, his fingertips once again grazing along his body as he carefully touches his lips to soft scruff on Din’s face.
Luke is usually cold when he’s in his room, but he feels warm, positively feverish and giddy, as Din's scent seems to surround him. He guides his lips to the side of Din’s nose, up to just underneath his eye.
A shiver runs through Din's body and a small mumble escapes his lips as he reaches down, tugging the blankets upward unconsciously and covering Luke's head in the process.
Jerking back in surprise, Luke lifts up and pushes the blanket back below his head as he watches Din shift slightly in his sleep, his head rolling to the opposite side before he once again settles with a heavy exhale.
Peeking away and fidgeting, Luke feels the paralyzing power of embarrassment take hold of him the moment he realizes his actions. He can only stare at the rising and falling of Din's hairy chest and the occasional movement of his closed eyelids twitching. He registers the rush of delight the sight of the vulnerable flesh brings him.
Luke's logical and responsible mind dies in that moment, and the side he has been suppressing for years tentatively reaches out to him, asking him what his most hidden desire is in that very moment. His heart speeds up, pounding wildly in his breast as his blood races, making his fingers quiver as he reaches out to touch Din's neck.
He shivers as Din's throat bobs. He fleetingly runs a fingertip over Din's jaw before he slides his hand down to the center of his chest and pauses. Luke rests his hand over where the kar’ta of Din’s armor would normally be—the very heart of Mandalorian armor. Even in his sleep, Din feels so strong and solid as he breathes rhythmically next to him.
Something inside him—maybe the part that he’s hidden away for so long—whispers to him, telling him to do it.
Sitting up slowly, Luke leans down to kiss Din's throat as he slips one thigh over Din's hips, and he settles himself, angling their hips together, his lips kissing and grazing over the tender flesh that is unconsciously offered to him. He quietly groans as he feels his cock begin to stir against Din’s, already half-hard.
Din grunts in his sleep and jolts at the feel of someone climbing atop him. He blurrily blinks his eyes as he reaches out, grabbing his assailant by the shoulders. He pauses as he feels the kisses trailing along his collarbone. Din glances down and spies Luke’s mop of blond hair filling his vision, pressing a kiss to his chest.
He shakes his head in slight disbelief, then slides his hands down Luke's shoulders, teasing along his sides. Din’s touch brings Luke out of his trance and jerks his head away. Luke forces his back to straighten as he stares down at Din with wide eyes and a nearly scarlet blush.
The blankets fall slowly down Luke's back, but the sheet clings to his shoulder, hugging him and draping down one side of his body in a teasing caress of modesty. It’s tantalizing to watch that fabric move with Luke's shaking body and heavy breathing. It’s alluring. Din wants to unwrap the sheet from his body and stare at him in this vulnerable moment, free of heavy, dark robes and his blank Jedi Master mask.
But what captures his imagination and stills both his body and soul is the physical appearance of Luke right in that moment. He’s prettily glowing and embarrassed, straddling him and touching his chest with stroking and pleading fingers. Din basks in the hesitant hunch of Luke's shoulders, and he memorizes every line and curve of the man sitting upon him as the timid face stares back at him with heat and desire.
"Luke?" he dares to whisper, his hands gliding over Luke's thighs before one hand grips his hip and the other strokes the tender flesh to the side of his ribs.
The sheet slides from his shoulder, slipping past trembling fingers and down along Luke's shaking body as he looks to try and hide in himself as he folds his shoulders further. Luke’s face is once again warm like an overheating engine as he offers a bashful, almost scared smile. The faintest of nods moves his head.
Knitting his brows together, Din hesitates, lifting a hand to touch Luke's cheek. Luke's eyes flutter and he leans into the touch, momentarily trapping the strong hand between his cheek and shoulder. He gazes down at Din beneath hooded eyes as his fingers ghost across the scarred skin that heaves with a heavy breath.
Squeezing the thigh he’s stroking, Din urges Luke toward him as he struggles to sit up. He meets Luke halfway in his descent and he presses a strong but careful kiss to his trembling lips. Din moves with the shaky body above him as Luke begins to pull away from the kiss, succeeding in only raising Din into a sitting position under him.
Trailing his hand from Luke's rosy cheek, Din's palm glides down over the muscle and sinew in Luke’s arm before he wraps an arm around about Luke's waist and follows the dips in Luke’s back with his fingertips.
A strangled gasp escapes Luke's throat and he shudders, gripping at Din's neck as his back arches slowly toward him, pressing his hips down against Din's and bringing their chests together tightly.
The kiss wavers, lips brushing together but not reaching out to start another. Strangled breaths puff across each other's faces. Din nudges his nose against Luke's affectionately while he moves a hand along one of his thighs. He closes his eyes for a moment as he feels Luke's other leg curl against him, slowly sliding up around his waist. Din shivers from the feeling of that smooth, warm skin moving against him and he chuffs in delight.
"I love you, Din," Luke murmurs, his fingers lightly scratching through Din's chest hair, spreading them to feel all that he can before he dares to touch Din’s arm, gripping at his bicep. He can feel the tension building inside him.
Din brushes his lips across Luke's, smiling ever so faintly. "I love you, too, cyare." He presses kisses along the side of his mouth, marveling at the soft sensations.
Sliding his thigh higher, Luke wrings another rumble from him and a questing kiss passes between them. The kiss isn't just affection, love, or a sign of lust; it’s a question, both nervous and curious.
They both pause, panting into each other as though they need to breathe for one another.
Pulling back just enough to look up at the red-faced Luke straddling his hips, Din scans over Luke’s entrancing features. A small nod is the only reply he receives as Luke slowly wraps his arms around Din’s shoulders and arches his back, pulling him into another kiss that tickles his core and curls his toes.
Returning the kiss slowly but with a newfound surge of passion, Din grips Luke tightly and gropes his thigh as his palm rides higher until he reaches his backside, squeezing the cheek of Luke’s delectable ass.
Gasping against his lips, Luke shudders and whimpers as Din's fingers tentatively stroke his crease, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body and causing his hips to push forward eagerly.
Din grunts and growls loudly as Luke's legs tense and writhe against his sides. Dancing along Luke’s crease for a moment longer, he rumbles in approval as another whimper and a strangled moan works its way out of Luke before he rolls to the side, still pressing himself tightly to Luke as he settles them both on the old mattress.
Luke spreads his legs further, inviting him closer as their tongues tangle wildly together, exploring and tasting everything. Din's hips push insistently against him and Luke moans abruptly, gulping air down as Din moves his kisses down his cheek and along his neck, his hands reaching for his body and urging him closer.
Fire courses through every caress, every demanding kiss, and with every delicate touch. One of Din’s hands outline the shapes and lines of hard muscles and lightning scars spread across Luke’s back, while the other hand gropes and teases across a puckered ring. Daring to graze his fingertip across the hole, Din shudders at the gasping moan Luke lets loose and he feels Luke's toes curl against his back.
Din delights in the writhing form under him. The way Luke whines and trembles, both erotic and sweet. He watches Luke’s face contort as he wiggles his finger a bit more insistently against his opening. Din groans at Luke's wanton cry, but he forces himself still and he kisses across the beloved face below him. "Luke, we need—"
"B-bottom drawer…" Luke seems too dazed to offer more or use the Force to retrieve anything.
Din stares at him for a moment, his mind slowly grasping onto the information before he shifts, stretching himself across the bed. He tugs the bottom drawer of the small table beside them, opening it roughly and casting his hand about inside. Din fingers close around a vial of oil.
Luke snuffles warmly as he plants kisses across the sensitive skin along Din's neck. With a pleased murmur, he suddenly darts his tongue out to taste along Din's jawline. Din smells so good, and he feels so good, hovering over him, fumbling to pull the stopper from the vial. Luke reaches for him, cupping his stubbled cheek and tugging him down so he can kiss him once more. He longs for these passionate kisses, barely slaking his thirst for this man.
Then a slick finger breaches him and Luke's breath catches in his throat, back arching sharply. He doesn’t know what to think at first—it’s so odd, feels so uncomfortable, and yet, it’s…so erotic. He whimpers and grips at Din's neck, his toes flexing and his legs drawing up higher along Din’s sides as he struggles to relax around the intruding digit.
Kissing just beneath Luke’s eye, Din halts his finger and slowly massages the outside. His mouth captures Luke's trembling lips, seeking to distract him. They lie still for many long moments as Luke tries to relax enough to accept the finger. As they wait, Din’s warm, questing lips migrate slowly down an exposed neck, nibbling lightly at the flesh just above his collarbone. That small flash of teeth upon skin wrings a shaky gasp from Luke and he slides a foot up Din’s back with a sigh of gratitude.
Rumbling deeply in his chest, Din shifts further down, kissing the scars branching across Luke’s firm abdomen, his tongue swiping out to taste and tease. When he reaches his destination and kneels between Luke's legs, Din’s finger continues its slow advancement inward now that the pressure subsided.
Din turns his head, wanting to distract Luke further—as well as do something he’s dreamed about for months. He kisses those delectable, thick thighs. He plants open-mouthed kisses and nibbles, tasting and suckling, moving in toward Luke’s cock in loving worship.
Luke shakes and grips at his shoulders tightly, his head falling back, pushing back onto Din’s finger. He mewls loudly and writhes against the intrusion, but Din’s tongue making its way up his dripping erection forces a moan past his lips and his fingers to dig into Din's shoulders.
Soothing Luke's worries away with a kiss to the back of his knee, Din turns his head to the other thigh and begins sucking biting kisses into the skin. He pumps his finger in and out of Luke’s ass. Din raises his eyes, watching Luke's lips move in a silent mantra as he strokes his insides, feeling the embracing heat tug on his digit as he moves.
Watching Luke lose himself in pleasure and hearing him whimper in delight is more satisfying than Din imagined. He feels his own cock throb in anticipation, his breathing picking up as he bites at Luke's thigh. He rumbles as his lover moans and arches his back again, eagerly pushing against his finger.
Reaching for the oil, Din slicks his second finger before he teases Luke's entrance, and he nips just below Luke’s hip and smiles at the startled cry Luke gives.
"That’s right, cyare. Kriff. Just feel it," Din whispers, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Licking his lips as he watches Luke's cock jump in response, Din groans in delight. Dipping his head, Din swipes his broad tongue across the leaking head for a taste.
With a muffled curse, Luke bites his lip, trying to stifle his cry. His face burns in embarrassment even as he presses up, seeking more, losing himself as Din's warm mouth engulfs him and begins to suck insistently. He cries out again and lifts a hand to cover his mouth as Din slips the second finger into his ass, moving slowly as he bobs his head, gliding his tongue across Luke’s leaking cock.
Din raises his eyes, taking great pride in seeing Luke enjoying himself. He moves his hand faster, pausing to spread his fingers and watches Luke's mouth drop open behind his hand as his eyes roll back. He continues to suckle the tip of Luke’s dick, bobbing his head lightly. Din relishes this opportunity—this chance to finally take care of Luke. Amazing, wonderful, self-sacrificing Luke, who never takes a thing for himself—when he deserves the galaxy. Deserves everything.
And Din will be the one to give it to him.
It’s amazing. It’s overwhelming. Weird. Incredible. Oh stars, Luke thinks. He can’t stop himself from pushing harder against Din’s fingers, seeking more, more, more. It’s like Din is stroking everything and everywhere inside of him. He feels a third, slick finger enter his hole. Burning, stretching.
His lungs are heaving to deliver oxygen to his body; his heart is thrumming to keep pace, and his stomach clenches in pleasure. The heat pooling in his core makes him squirm. Mewling loudly, Luke pushes his hips against Din's stretching fingers and hot mouth, silently begging him for even more as his fingers tease and loosen him.
"Din…" Luke pleads and whimpers all in the same breath.
Pulling his fingers free, Din gives one last strong suck as he lifts up and releases Luke’s cock from his mouth, licking the tip for good measure before shifting onto his knees. He grumbles as he nearly drops the vial of oil once more, pouring the rest onto his palm to slick his incredibly red, pulsing cock. He feels his desperation mounting, overcome with the need to please the ethereal being trapped beneath his weight.
Inching back, Din tears his eyes away from Luke’s burning face to look down past Luke's bobbing cock to line himself up with Luke's fluttering hole. He pauses, biting the inside of his cheek as the head of his erection presses forward. Din’s brown eyes meet Luke’s blue ones, swallowing harshly as he watches Luke’s lips part and his tongue dart out to lick his dry lips.
Din has always drowned in those bright eyes, but seeing that haunting gaze focus on only him, forces him past his nervousness and he pushes himself into Luke's welcoming body. “Dank farrik,” Din curses. “Fuck.”
His breath catches in his throat as he sinks into the tight, velvety heat, and he struggles to keep still for fear of losing his composure as every inch of his cock is consumed in a rolling wave of hungry acceptance.
Luke whines and arches against him, his head falling back as he struggles to breathe. He bites at his hand, keeping himself quiet as he presses his palm tightly to his mouth. A displeased grunt jerks Luke’s attention away from the pleasurable pain, and then his hand is tugged away from his lips. The groan he attempted to bottle up inside escapes in a loud and wanton moan.
“I want to hear everything,” Din whispers against his cheek. He pushes his hips forward sharply, flush with Luke’s. “Every gasp, every moan, every whimper. They’re mine.”
Luke gasps, clinging desperately to his lover as he curls into Din’s touch even as he wriggles against him. He revels in the feeling of fullness, the feeling of completeness. Din’s cock surges inside him, rubbing in places Luke wasn't expecting. He feels as though he’s going to be split in half and die perfectly happy because of it. Through it all, he stares into those smoldering, dark eyes, feeling as if he’s being devoured from two ends at once.
It’s so much better than Din ever imagined. He pulls out ever so slightly and sinks slowly back into his lover, down to the hilt and he remains still, trying to regain his self-control and restraint. The tight embrace of Luke’s hole is unlike anything he’s ever felt.
But they will have time in the future for wild and passionate nights; for now, Din intends to savor this moment. To feel every agonizingly brilliant tug and pull of each other as they meld together, mixing and mingling into a new creation that will be strictly their own sanctuary to share.
Din begins to move again, slowly pulling partially out, watching Luke's face twist as he whines and tightens his thighs, trying to keep him from pulling out completely. He thrusts forward and fills Luke’s hole with a bit more urgency than he means to use as desire inflames his body.
Stars, explosions, music, silence, and rapture—every stupid, karking word Luke has ever heard to describe sex in those cheesy romance holos Han pretends not to watch—they all suddenly happen to him. Luke kicks his leg out before bringing it back, wrapping it tightly around Din's waist as he pulls away. The larger man jerks, ramming himself back into Luke as he tries to establish a rhythm.
Din caresses his cheek, thrusting forcefully, and wrings a moan from Luke's lips before he repeats the action, surging forward and filling that tight heat over and over again.
Luke groans and brings his arms tightly around Din's neck as he bucks his hips up in return. He meets Din thrust for thrust, his body sparking and burning as desire rolls across him in a violent wave.
Gripping at a thigh, Din bends forward to nip and bite at Luke's neck as his next thrust hits something inside Luke that makes him cry out and his insides squeeze Din’s cock in an unrelenting grip. Luke’s eyes are tightly shut, head tossing back and forth as they gain momentum. Luke feels the Force tremble and quiver around them, a humming churr building in the air. He wonders if Din can feel it, too.
Their movements become a dance. Growing in tempo and in ardor, and the pair lose themselves in the age-old motions that stoke their love, as well as some inner instinct that begs to be fulfilled. Din groans loudly through the powerful thrusts he delivers.
Din feels a deep, dominant desire to possess this man, to keep him. He feels crazed with the need to take Luke hard and fast, to fill him, to own him, to hide him from the rest of the galaxy forever. He drives his cock back into Luke’s wet, sweltering hole and grinding against his supple ass as his own powerful legs tremble. He grasps Luke’s hips harshly, pulling him up into a sensual arch and shudders, jerking forward harder with every slow withdrawal as he caresses every inch of Luke's bottom.
A strangled gasp rises from Luke's throat as he begs Din to come back to him, wanting him so deep inside that he can taste him in his mouth alongside their tangling tongues, caught in a desperate, plundering kiss. Luke cries out, shaking as Din pumps into him in shorter, punctuated thrusts.
Luke mewls and arches, babbling praise as Din keeps his silent promises and returns to him each time he pulls back. Din hits that bundle of nerves inside of him with unerring precision, Luke’s cock absolutely sopping wet, dribbling onto his stomach.
“Unh, unh, Din—ah, yes! Harder, yes!” Luke shouts.
Grunting, Din loves the noises Luke makes. He relishes making Luke squeal as reaches up to pinch and twist a pretty pink nipple. His fingers ruthlessly tease the raised bud, groaning in both pleasure and gratification as he makes Luke whine.
Luke’s lips move silently, losing himself in Din’s embrace. Lips capture his in a desperate kiss, messy and wet in all the right ways. The powerful movements inside of his body are wonderful—mesmerizing to feel every delicious inch of Din's thick cock stroking his inner walls, to feel his warm weight above and around him.
Din's controlled groans devolve into frantic growls, fingers digging into Luke's ass as he drags his lover closer. He can’t stop himself anymore. The loud slapping of their skin coming together triggers something in the back of his mind, and he lets out a deep, guttural sound. Luke querulously whimpers, shakily reaching down between their bodies to grasp himself tightly and jerks fast and hard.
Din watches him like prey through half-hooded eyes as Luke's breathing hitches, moving his hand faster. Din reaches for Luke's wrist and pulls his hand away, growling loudly as Luke fights him at first. Thrusting hard and sharp, Din distracts Luke long enough for him to bat Luke’s hand away, allowing Din to wrap his own fingers around his weeping cock to pump it mercilessly.
Hearing the wail Luke lets loose is more than worth it.
Kissing the side of Luke’s mouth, a long, groaning sigh rumbles in Din’s chest as he strips his lover's cock and pistons his hips against him. "Cyare, fuck. You’re so tight—you feel so good. Luke—Luke, come for me," Din demands fiercely.
Luke feels the Force ripple in waves, feels euphoria build within him, as if every cell and every inch of his skin will burst at the seams, ringing with the pressure of his release. Luke’s gasping moans rip past his lips as his aching cock splashes a load of hot and sticky come across his chest.
Din clamps his mouth over Luke's, trying to quiet his punched out groans. He drinks down the sound of his pleasure, his hips stuttering as Luke’s hole milks and tugs on his cock.
"Din— I— oh stars!" Luke shouts.
Din roars as his cock twitches and pulses—finally, finally—releasing everything. Din jerks his hips forward several times, pumping his come into Luke’s stretched, messy hole. He rocks in, in, in, as if trying to press his way into Luke’s body permanently. Planting a part of himself into Luke, so he’ll never be without him again.
Luke goes completely limp as Din weakly thrusts a few more times, completely spent, collapsing atop him. Din pants into Luke’s neck in a daze, absently petting at the damp, sweat-slicked blond hair tickling his face.
They don’t move for a long time. Din, a weighted blanket upon Luke’s naked, tired body; Luke, a lumpy, unmoving pillow beneath Din’s heavy form. Quietly groaning, Luke nudges a thigh against Din's side slowly, a contented hum vibrating in his chest.
Din softly nuzzles Luke behind his ear, loving and worshipful. He feels Luke shiver beneath him.
Sudden fear tugs at his belly and Din struggles to lift his head, pushing himself up onto his elbows—much to the annoyance of Luke, who makes a whine of protest.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Din asks quickly with wide eyes.
Blinking his eyes open with a little smile that’s both goofy and content, Luke sighs loudly as he shifts against him, his butt wiggling slightly under him and reaches down to stroke the underside of Din's cock, which is still inside of him.
Din inhales sharply and bites lip as he watches Luke closely.
After another sensual stretch, which causes Din's dick to twitch, Luke grins all the brighter before he practically purrs, satisfied as a loth cat in a sunbeam, and relaxes into the mattress. His arms reach out to wrap around Din’s neck and pull him down.
"Nope," Luke whispers and lifts his head to kiss Din's mouth, his thighs rubbing and sliding along his sides.
"L-Luke…" Din stutters against the insistent lips trying to distract him. He almost gives in, but he has to know. "Luke," he grits out, pulling his head away.
Tilting his head as a small, real smile settles on Luke's face, Luke finally nods as he strokes Din's shoulders. "Yes, I'm fine. I'll be sore, but that’s to be expected." He leans up for another sweet kiss.
Placated, Din willingly melts into the offered kiss and settles gingerly upon Luke once again.
The kiss is slow and sensual, each tasting the other's mouth. Their hands move slowly and lazily against the other as they trail along faces, and then traverse the valleys and hills of honed muscles in arms and legs, across shoulders and thighs.
Luke sighs suddenly as he arches his back, his fingers trailing down over Din's powerful back. He can’t resist placing another kiss against Din's cheek, and his fingers on his opposite hand stroke and rub soothing circles across the back of Din’s neck.
"Luke…" Din murmurs, dragging his hand along the thigh at his side for the hundredth time. He nudges at Luke's temple, catching his attention with a small kiss. "You promise—no more running? Because after this, I— I won’t be able to let you go.”
"I promise." Luke nuzzles his cheek.
Din smiles gratefully, hiding his face against Luke’s neck again, inhaling. This was so long overdue; but it was worth it.
“D-Din..?" A timid voice whispers.
Opening his eyes and lifting his head, Din stares down at Luke and tilts his head, taking in the hesitant expression. He raises a brow before blinking in realization. "Sorry. I’m probably heavy." Din pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, cock finally soft and pulling free. He tries not to stare at his spend slowly trickling from Luke’s hole. (He fails.)
Wrapping his arms and legs around Din as quickly as possible like a greedy sarlacc, Luke shakes his head wildly. "No, I like it. I just—" Luke blushes a bit more, averting his eyes timidly before flicking them back to Din.
“Thank you. For being patient—and not giving up on us… on me,” Luke says.
Din dips down for a heated kiss, pulling back with his own smile. He shuffles down a bit to rest his head on Luke’s strong chest and contentment settles over Din as he completely relaxes, melting into Luke's embrace. Din rumbles happily in his chest because he knows this is where he wants to die when his time is up—here in Luke’s arms.