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The following events occur before the Battle of Yavin and the events of Rouge One on the incompleted battle station, the Death Star.
DH-004: Hey, what time are you getting off today?
JP-911: Soon, I will finish up. Partner is in the refresher, and we should finish our sweep soon enough.
DH-004: Sweet, I will meet you by the spot.
JP-911: Good, it better be hard when I get there. Cuz I am only jerking you off. I need that ass after a day like this.
Derek clicks off the messenger. He would have soiled his uniform with all the dirty talk had he stayed any longer. The stormtrooper removes the encoder chip from the data pad. The last thing he wanted was an ISB agent looking in on those filthy messages. Derek makes his way to the elevator, passing a smattering amount of personnel. From what he overheard, there was to be some kind of inspection. Derek was just grateful that no one was trying to inspect his pants. Luckily, the armor covered his crotch. Otherwise, Derek would have gotten some crazy looks from several officers.
Derek reaches the elevator and sighs in relief for a moment alone. As soon as he steps inside, his hand drifts down towards his bulge. His mind wanders, thinking about the hunkiest stormtrooper on the Death Star. Even through the plastoid composite, he could feel the bulge. His are fixed on the changing numbers of the elevator. It couldn't go fast enough, and unfortunately for Derek, a couple of technicians, other Stormtroopers, and officers got in, making the journey a little longer. To make matters worse is the suffocating conversation that chokes the air. It makes the erection in his armor that much more insufferable and needy. The talk of outdated data chips and broken transponders clashes with thoughts of Derek getting plowed.
Now Arriving, Level 46-Sublevel 12
The elevator door chirps open and ends the agonizing situation. Derek hastily exits and arrives at the meet-up spot. He spots C4-J9 roaming down the corridor. The little imperial astromech droid had been instrumental in keeping this rendezvous a secret.
“C4 activate No Peeking Protocol,” Derek whispers to the black and gold Droid. C4 plugs into a nearby outlet, creating a blind spot for Derek and his partner. Derek leaves C4, enters the blind spot, and pulls out a special key card to open the maintenance door. It hisses open, and Derek rushes inside. The room is dimly lit, with a thin maintenance table attached to the wall. The room was out of the way of most foot traffic, much to the delight of the horny stormtrooper.
What follows is a feverish strip-down of the stormtrooper's armor. Derek practically throws the helmet off and removes each plate as if it were made of fire. Derek is too pent up to worry about the bottom half when his upper half is completely naked of the armor. He simply pulls his black bodysuit down to his waist and then frees his ass and cock.
“Fuck.” Derek’s muscular torso rises with a relaxed breath. His cock was rock hard as he began to stroke it. His back leans against the wall while he gently goes up and down his shaft. One of Derek’s hands slides up his abs to his chest to the hard nipples. The cool air had made them hard as he pinches and squeezes them. His cock head had spit out droplets of precum on the dark material of the bodysuit. More was already beginning to spill out from his strokes. As much as he'd want to rub one out right now, he wanted the other man to be here first.
Luckily, Derek didn't have to wait. The door opens as another stormtrooper enters. He tilts his helmet staring at Derek with cock in hand.”Fuck, that looks yummy. Can I help?” The teasing voice comes through the helmet.
“Please.” Derek moans as the other stormtrooper comes from behind and takes hold of Derek's cock. Derek leans back into the Stormtrooper’s armor and looks up at him.” Jordan, aren't you going to take off your armor?”
“Nah…” Jordan chuckles as he starts to pump Derek's cock. Derek’s eyes roll back with each expert stroke. He bites his lip as Jordan's other hand comes across his chest. It settles on playing with Derek's nipple, much like the way he had taught Derek to do so. The spandex-like glove rubbing over that sensitive nub makes Derek gasp.” I'll take it off when it's time to fuck you.”
Derek didn't even bother trying to reason with Jordan. His eyes shut as he felt the dexterous fingers stroke his balls and cock. The cold air of the maintenance room slowly began to warm up with the stormtroopers’ activities. Derek could hear the soft moan that came from inside of Jordan's helmet. The other stormtrooper clearly took some pride in milking Derek's cock. Derek began to buck his hips with anticipation. The buildup was driving him nuts, and he needed to fire off.
Derek noticed when he started to get antsy that Jordan slowed down. The strokes become more deliberate and not in time with Derek’s thrusts. He hates it when Jordan slows the pace like this. A small whine comes from Derek's lips. In return, Jordan pinches Derek's nipple and squeezes the man's tan torso against the snow-white armor.
“You'll cum when I want you to.” Jordan's voice comes through steadily. Once Derek settles back down, Jordan’s pace increases again. Each squeeze on his cock sent fireworks through Derek's body. Derek's moans got louder as Jordan got faster, and his toes curled in his boots. The tanned stormtrooper gets needier and whinier with each passing second. The thick head of Derek's cock slowly but surely pushed out more precum. It stains the black material around Jordan's hand.” Have you been good? You've been my good little stormtrooper?”
“Yes… I…” Derek begins to buck his hips, feeling his orgasm getting closer. Jordan slows down as he squeezes Derek again.
“Yes, what?”
Derek pouts as he tries to control himself and get out what Jordan wants him to say. He was such a bastard for that. Yet it was part of the reason why he loved him.
“I've been your good little stormtrooper.” Derek gets rewarded as Jordan speeds it up again. This time, all the way to completion. Soon, Derek is firing his load as his knees are on the verge of buckling. Jordan holds Derek's cock steady and even aims it so that the drops of cum splat right onto Derek's armor. Derek pants through his orgasm as Jordan's arm keeps him up. Derek leans back against Jordan in a sweaty mess. Jordan lets go of Derek's cock as he rubs up and down the other man's torso.
“Want to help me get out of this armor?” Jordan's voice breaks the sweaty silence as Derek turns his body to face Jordan’s. Derek removes the helmet to reveal the handsome face underneath. Jordan wraps his arms around the small of Derek's back. He pulls Derek close as they embrace with a passionate kiss. Jordan quite enjoyed how his smooth face rubbed against Derek’s dark stubble. Derek moans into the kiss while Jordan runs his hands down Derek's back. Eventually, it settles on those fuzzy globes that Derek called an ass. A teasing slap causes Derek to break the kiss with a gasp. Both stormtroopers pull away so that they can take Jordan’s armor off.
Unlike Derek's fever-pitched undressing, Jordan takes his off deliberately slow. Despite Derek having just blown his orgasm, he was still rock hard, watching Jordan take off his armor. Jordan's muscles were accentuated in the black body suit. Derek was practically drooling the way Jordan's chest and abs were displayed through the black spandex.
“Take it off me,” Jordan commands as he lets Derek strip his bodysuit down. It takes a bit to get past those broad shoulders. But then, soon after, Derek, on his knees, gets it below Jordan's waist as that thick and long cock bounces out. It gives Derek a rough smack against his face once it's finally free. The shaft and tip are a bit veiny. In all its glory, Derek couldn't peel his eyes away. He remembers the first time he saw it and couldn’t believe Jordan had been hiding this monster away.
“Since you're already down there, you might as well put it in your mouth. Open up, tongue out.” Jordan takes a hold of his cock and rubs it up against Derek's face. Derek, in response, sticks out his tongue and opens his mouth, waiting for Jordan. A blush forms on Derek’s face as he looks at that shit-eating grin. Jordan rubs the tip over Derek's tongue. After much teasing, Jordan finally begins to push his meat into Derek's mouth and throat.
Derek could taste the salty precum on his tongue as the tip pushed to the back of his throat. In typical Jordan fashion, he fed Derek every inch slowly. The girth of Jordan’s shaft fills Derek’s cheeks as Jordan tips his head back in delight. After a long shift, a warm mouth was exactly what he needed. Derek would have pouted were it not for the thick cock feeding into his throat. Eventually, Jordan runs out of inches to give. He reaches down and runs his fingers through Derek’s hair. Derek’s wet lips begin to suck on that thick sausage. Jordan moves his hand to the back of Derek's head as he begins to thrust back and forth gently. He planned on blowing Derek's back out, so there is no reason to brutally skull fuck him now. There's plenty of time to do that later.
By now, the cold maintenance room was warmed up with the throes of passion. Jordan gripped Derek's head as he rocked his hips back and forth. He brought his fellow stormtrooper forward enough so that Derek's nose smelled his trimmed pubes. Thanks to the now warmed room, a steady sweat buildup covered Jordan's body as the stormtroopers went through the motions. Said sweat rolled on the undersides of Jordan's arms and dropped onto Derek's head and chest. All the while, Jordan rolled his hips into Derek's mouth. His muscular ass squeezed together as he kept pushing into Derek.
Jordan's movements become quicker as Derek's throat suddenly vacuum-seals his cock. Jordan bites his lip, trying not to blow his load. Jordan takes a deep breath and then stares down at Derek. Those brown eyes remind him of his tour on Dantooine—beautiful wildlife dancing against the turning leaves. He looked even better than that, especially when Jordan’s breeder balls slapped Derek’s chin. Jordan could have used Derek’s mouth for hours. However, that hairy ass was calling Jordan’s cock. Eventually, Jordan stops mid-thrust, Derek's face getting personal with his pubes. A hiss escapes Jordan’s lips as he slowly pulls his cock free from Derek's glossy lips.
“Damn, I forgot how good that throat is. Like a goddamn Gill-goat on this cock.”
Derek shoots back a smile as he licks his lips. Jordan grabs Derek underneath his arms and pulls him to his feet. Jordan invites a quick kiss from Derek. Their tongues interlock with one another as Jordan tastes himself. The moment doesn't last as Jordan guides Derek's head to his armpit and makes him sniff a hard day's work. Derek's tongue laps the sweat while he breathes in that pure man musk. Jordan keeps a hand on the back of Derek's head while he sniffs his pit. The soft tongue felt amazing against the sweaty hairs. Not to mention, it would make Derek’s kisses even better. It is a sweet intermission, but Jordan is ready for the main event.
“Turn around and spread.” Jordan commands as Derek complies almost immediately. Derek leans on the maintenance desk as he presents himself. Jordan takes the slicked cock that Derek had worked so hard on and slides in between those fuzzy buns. Both men moan as Jordan gently grinds against Derek's backside. He wraps his left arm around Derek, then lifts Derek's leg with his right to widen his ass.” You ready?”
“Does a sand person shit in the desert?”
Jordan smiles and then presses his length against that winking hole. For a moment, Jordan teases Derek with just the tip. Then he steadily powers it inside Derek, gently driving home that powerful member.
“For fuck sakes…”Derek moans, feeling the way that the cock spreads him from the inside. It wasn't the first time that he had taken Jordan this way. But all the preparation in the world wouldn't change the pleasurable pain of Jordan’s fat cock. Derek grips the desk as Jordan nibbles on Derek's neck. Jordan rolls his hips to get more of himself inside of Derek’s tight ass. He even goes back to his favorite pastime of playing with Derek's stubby little nipples, flicking and pinching them to get more moans out of Derek, if that was even possible. Eventually, Jordan slides the last couple of inches home.
The thrusts start out slow so that Derek can adjust to Jordan. Each slick slide of his cock makes a satisfying squish from Derek's ass. Jordan slowly picks up the pace as he begins to grip Derek harder. A long day at this miserable post would end in the best possible way.
“Harder Jordan, don't hold out on me.” Derek looks back to see Jordan's face. He knew the other man could go harder, and the emperor knew they both needed it.
Jordan, not wanting to disappoint, picks up the pace and begins to slam Derek's ass. With each consecutive thrust, Jordan tried to make it harder than the last. His cock flew in and out of Derek's ass. The powerful slams bring out those cries of pleasure from the bottom. Even Jordan was letting loose his grunts. The sweaty fapping of Jordan's hips up against Derek's thighs joins the cacophony of other noises in the maintenance room.
Jordan eventually decided that this position was not good enough. He pulls out of Derek all at once and then flips the other stormtrooper so that the two are facing each other. Jordan swipes anything that wasn't Derek off the maintenance desk. The two of them arrange until, eventually, Jordan has Derek in a mating press. Jordan pistons his cock back inside as he chases after his own. Jordan looks down to see Derek is practically thoughtless as Jordan’s cock is running through him.
“You my good little trooper?” Jordan asks through gritted teeth.
“Y-Yes!”
Jordan grabs Derek's chin and makes the other man look directly into his eyes.
“What was that? I couldn't hear you.”
“I'm your good…. Good little trooper!” Derek cries out.
Jordan fires that white-hot stormtrooper load deep inside of Derek. The other man groans underneath as Jordan does his best to continue pounding. He lets out a bestial noise with each snap of his hips. Derek’s sweaty red face was priceless to Jordan. The man was drooling out of the side of his mouth. Jordan feels himself slowing down as orgasm spurts soon stop. Not long after, Jordan collapses on the other man as he pants into Derek's collarbone.
Surprisingly, it was in these moments that Jordan felt his most sensitive. Even though his body should be trying to reboot during/after an orgasm. Derek's hands running up Jordan’s broad back electrifies Jordan. Every hair on his skin stands as he turns his head to look at Derek. It was still a mystery how Derek could have stubble despite it being against regulation. Still, Jordan loved it as he kissed the side of Derek's stubbled cheek and then found his lips again.
Both men take their time with the kiss. Jordan allows Derek to take the lead as he rubs his thumb across Derek's cheek. Derek drags Jordan close as he bites Jordan's bottom lip. The Stormtroopers part as their collective breath fills the small space between them.
Jordan eventually pulls out of Derek as he admires the work he did to that now cum–filled ass. It was all Jordan’s and just the way he liked it. Jordan kisses Derek’s cheek before collapsing beside his fellow stormtrooper.
“Feel better?” Derek’s hand caresses Jordan’s cheek. Jordan takes hold of it and kisses it. He can't help the smile that breaks across his face. He grabs Derek to give him another kiss and sighs.
“Yeah I do. Are you hungry?”
Derek rolls the idea around in his head and shrugs.
“I could eat, but first things first.” Derek looks over to where his and Jordan's armor had been haphazardly thrown into a collective pile.” I'm going to have to clean the mess I made. And the mess you made in me.”
Jordan smirked as he gently grabbed Derek's hands and held them above his head. Derek's eyes match Jordan's gaze, searching for what the other man is about to do.
“In a minute, I'm not done with you yet.” Jordan smiled as he got ready to go round two again with his favorite little stormtrooper on the Death Star.