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First day

“You're not ready.”

“Please, Mando.”

“I'll hurt you.”

“You won't.”

“No.”

You've been begging Mando for his cock for the last half an hour. He was the biggest in length and girth you had ever seen, the sight made you aroused and scared at the same time.

But you wanted it. And you wanted it in your ass.

You hadn't known Mando for a long time. Only for the last month, he had been hanging around the spaceport where you worked as an engineer. First, he was cold as a wall, but he gave in to your constant flirting eventually.

The first time you saw him coming down from the hatch of his battered pre-empire ship, you couldn't help but drool. His broadness, how he carried himself, the swagger of those hips. 

“That client is mine,” you immediately told your boss, who was surprised by your initiative. He was an old Ugnaught who had no kids, so he had decided that you would take his business.

From there, it was easy to lure the Mandalorian into your den. Either you were his type or he needed a good fuck. But what you found out about him when the actual sex happened was astonishing.

So you there you were, sitting on his lap, Mando on full armour, and you begging for his cock. 

“You're too tight, I'd only hurt you,” he explained. After starting to touch you there, with only one of his fingers, he had noticed. To his credit, he was wearing those damned gloves, so it added a bit of girth. 

Finally, you gave up. You didn't expect the Mandalorian to be a gentleman. Most men would just fuck you.

“Let me to suck you off, at last.”

“Okay.”

Second day

Your jaw hurt from your nighttime activities. While you worked, you felt warm inside your coveralls every time you remembered last night. Even though Mando didn't fuck you, you ended up having a great time. Daydreaming about him, you didn't notice his looming presence above you.

“Good morning, Mando, what brings you here today?” you responded, all business.

“I need you to have a look at the left engine.” You left the droid you were working in got up, making an extra effort to stick your ass out. Those damned coveralls did you a favor. But if he noticed, you couldn't tell.

“Of course, let me grab my toolbox.”

“One more thing,” he said, grabbing your shoulder gently. You turned, staring at his visor. “Tonight, your apartment*

You weren't one to blush, but this time you couldn't help. You nodded, and he left, his cape dancing behind him.

While you were repairing that damned engine, you even though of taking your time so he stayed longer on planet. Maybe tonight you'd convince him to fuck you.

At night, you barely had time to discard your greasy coveralls and have a quick shower before he was at your doorstep. He looked especially shiny under the moons, and you felt a bit underdressed in your longewear 

“Welcome, Mando,” you greeted him with a coy smile.

“On the bed, face down.”

You shivered from the commanding tone. He was all business day and night.

“Yes, sir,” you responded mockingly, but you could notice how he became rigid for a second.

He is not as stoic as he shows then. 

You obeyed Mando and waited for him, lying on your stomach.

“Will you give me your dick today?” You asked, shame left at the door 

“You aren't very patient for an engineer.”

“I'm not when I have what I want at arms reach and I can take it,” you pouted, wiggling your ass a bit. 

“Do these windows have blinds?” He asked and ignored you while staring next to the window.

“Yeah, just push that button.*

You pointed at it, unsure of what the Mandalorian was up to. That was until the blinds went down and you were left in complete darkness. Fantastic, now you couldn't have his cock nor see it.

“What are you…”

A hiss, a loud thump being you, and a wet tongue against your lower back.

“Mmm Mando…” You didn't expect that at all, but we're very pleased with the unfolding of the events.

“You want me to fuck your ass, I gotta open you first cyare.” You didn't have an idea about what that word meant, but we're too aroused to care. “It's that okay with you?”

The low rumble of his voice sounded even sexier without the helmet, and you could feel his stubble against your assckeeks.

“Yes, Mando, please.” And after that, he was eating your ass like a man starved. Alternating between lapping up you, playing with circles and just fucking you with his tongue. You were in heaven. But it was not enough, so you were looking for friction against the sheets.

“Can you come like this?” Mando asked, reading your body language.

“Almost, I only need…” you were breathless but he understood, and shoving a gloves hand to your front he finished you off, without leaving your ass unattended.

“Mando! Oh, kriff Maker!” You were gripping the sheet, shivering under his ministrations. After your spasms were over, he slapped your assckeeck playfully.

“Good?” Was he joking? Hadn't he heard you screaming his name?

“Wizard.” You exhaled, turning to be on your back. While you tried to return to a normal heart rate, he put his helmet back and opened the blinds. You observed him, noticing the hard-on pressing against his pants.

“Let me take care of you.” You patted the bed, and Mando stopped in his tracks for a moment before nodding. He sat next to you, his body more relaxed than you saw in the morning, but still on alert.

Climbing onto his lap, you started to caress the parts that weren't covered by armour. It was crystal clear that he wasn't comfortable without it. You accompanied your touch with slow grinds over his clothed cock. His previous attentions had left you wet and hot, so between you and his precum, his flight suit started to get damp.

It felt like a victory when a soft sigh that sounded too much like a moan came from his helmet. You kept the slow rhythm, working you up too, and felt bold enough to ask.

“Can I?” You asked, grabbing his belt buckle. He nodded, so you undid it. You had already seen it, had it in your mouth, but either he was more aroused today, or you had bad short-term memory. His cock was fearsome, a challenge. But it was also beautiful.

You started pumping him slowly, but you felt like grinding on his cock would feel amazing. You started to go up and down on his velvety length, stimulating yourself further. And by the grip he had on your hips, you could tell he was enjoying it, too.

At this point, you were moaning again, and Mando’s breathing was starting to get unstable. That was when his gloved hand ventured lower and grabbed your ass cheek. You were so ready to go again.

“Your fingers…please,” you asked, starting to fasten your rhythm. With how sleek his spit had you made, and the relaxing session with his tongue, Mando was able to slide his two middle fingers inside you.

It felt heavenly, and it made you wild.

“You like that?” His voice was like the growl of a new starfighter, and it only pushed you more towards the edge. You could feel his massive cock throbbing between your legs. You nodded against his covered neck.

“Are you close, Mando?” You asked devilishly, your hot breath on his cowl.

“Kriff.” Two more curls of his fingers and you were cumming all over him, and he followed you shortly. Both of you were panting heavily, a mess between your bodies that were finally relaxed. 

“That was amazing, thank you.” You weren't sure if it was okay to caress him, but you were used to being affectionate with your lovers after sex.”Is it okay if we stay like this for a moment?” You hesitated. “I don't think I can stand just yet.”

Mando nodded, and to your surprise, leaned his helmeted forehead agains your sternum. It was cold against your hot sking and it felt good. He looked as spent as you.

Third day

You were working on the Razor Crest again. You had found a malfunction that could get Mando in serious trouble.

“You know, I was tempted to slack off a bit so you stayed longer, but it turns out that your ship made it for me.”

The Mandalorian stood still as a droid next to you, but his posture was that of a man who was starting to get more comfortable. Leaning against the ship while he watched you work, legs crossed and hands in his lap. You were convinced he was learning for the moments when he wouldn’t have a skilled engineer close by.

“What are you doing now?” He asked, ignoring your previous statement.

“You see this filter? People usually forget to clean it, but it actually can make a difference between a safe trip and an engine exploding.” You explained how to clean it, and he nodded in acknowledgement. One of the things you liked about him was that he was always straight to the point, but also polite.

“I have to leave now.” It was a novelty that Mando explained himself, and you looked at him with wide eyes while wiping your hands. You knew he wasn't here only for repairs, but because of business, too.

“Of course, I'll keep you updated.” Your tone was professional, but you couldn't avoid sounding a bit disappointed.

Mando didn't move. He looked hesitant.

“See you tonight?” Not an order, but a question. Your skin felt electric, and you couldn't help but grin.

“I'll be waiting for you.”

That night, you took extra time to prepare for Mando. You changed the sheets, put some cologne on, and hydrated your skin. You even tried to eliminate the motor oil from your nails, unsuccessfully.

Three short knocks at your door. You tried not to rush and appear less eager, but the reality is that you were on edge. Would he fuck you finally?

You opened the door, and there was your Mandalorian, looking as gorgeous as always. You smiled at him, waiting for what was to come. To your surprise, he didn't shove you into the bed immediately. Removing his sling bag, he placed it on the small table in your kitchen, which was just at the entrance of the apartment.

Curious, you approached him. From the sling bag, he extracted two things. One you recognized: a bottle of body oil. You swallowed. The other one you didn't, but you could imagine. It was an interesting-shaped thing, it looked soft to the touch. It had three thick beads, each one bigger than the next, and a handle.

“Tonight, I'll open you up with this. And tomorrow you will wear it whileyou wait for me, understood?” His business voice was so sexy your knees trembled. Your brain tried to push through it's raspiness to understand what had happened. 

Has the Mandalorian just bought a toy for me?

“How did you know I don't have one?” It was the first thing that popped into your brain.

“It was clearly your first time,” he said nonchalantly.

You were left speechless; you were always so sure of yourself in bed, but the Mandalorian had struck just to the point. It was your first try at anal sex. Eventually, you recomposed yourself.

“And I hope it's not the last.” You winked and, feeling cheeky, grabbed him by the hand, not forgetting the toy and the lube.

You sat in the bed, this time legs sprawling, and he knelt in front of you. This time, he removed his gloves to your surprise. When you lifted an eyebrow, he explained himself.

“I want to feel you.”

His hands were big and masculine, you couldn't stop staring. It felt somewhat sinful, especially when he covered them in lube. It was easier this time. First one finger and then two. He caressed your inner thighs with his other hand, as well as your most sensitive parts. 

“Ready for three?” It was always endearing how this apparently ruthless Mandalorian always asked for consent, but after all, wasn't that the bare minimum? In a galaxy full of men who took what they wanted, it wasn't.

“Yes, please,” you answered breathless, and he shoved a third thick finger into your hole. At first, your body resisted it, but then it gave in. It felt amazing. If only his fingers felt like that, how would his cock feel? You almost came from the thought. 

“All good?” He asked, pumping his fingers in and out.

“Doing amazing, Mando.” You moaned when he ventured a bit deeper. “You won't give me your cock today either, won't you.”

“That's right.”

And with that, he kept the precise work until you came.

When you returned from your post orgasm state, you were pleased to have him on you. 

“Oh, hello,” you said with a weakened voice, and just to tease him, you lifted your hips to grind against his crotch.

“Cyare…” he groaned that strange word again.

“Need help with something, Mando?”

“I have to show you how to use this,” he said, holding the new toy in his hand.

“That's so thoughtful, but let me make you feel good first. “ And your hand was in his pants, not surprised to find him rock hard. This time, the anticipation had left him wetter, a fat bead of precum adorning his tip. “Your cock looks delicious”

“You have a mouth on you, don't you?” he scolded you, but you could hear a short chuckle.

With a wicked smile, you licked your entire palm before starting to touch him, your fingers never meeting when you wrapped them around his shaft.

“Do you want this filthy mouth around you, sir?” You repeated the title since you noticed he liked it the last time. His thick cock throbed.

“Y…yes please,” as willing as he was to give, it took him a lot to ask for what he wanted.

“Come here,” you indicated to him to straddle your shoulders between his armoured thighs. Only the sight felt wonderful. “Use me, Mando.”

He came so much that you almost choked. His cum was thick, and you felt so bold to open your mouth and show him. He had been careful, after all, he knew what he was packing, but nearing the end, he had let himself go a bit.

You wondered how he would behave if he let himself go entirely.

“You still there?” You asked after he fell next to you. His hand, still ungloved, traced patterns on your stomach absentmindedly.

“Yeah.”  He incorporated and leaned on one elbow. “Ready for the class?”

The toy ended up being pretty straightforward, but Mando took his time with you, and at the end, you were a panting mess. You could feel every bead and Mando's big hands spreading you. 

“And then you can pull.” You were on all fours at the edge of the bed, and he was behind you. “How does it feel?” The beads were big; after all, they had to prepare your hole for Mando, and the pull felt like a different sensation. You were screaming in pleasure. 

“I'm ready for your dick, please” you begged between pants. Your forehead was sweaty, and the apex of your thighs pulsating.

“You will be ready when I say so,” he responded with that intimidating tone of his. A bit after that, he leaned towards you, pressing his cool chest to your back and starting to put the toy in and out. “Tomorrow cyare.” And after that, he made you see white from the orgasm he pulled out of you.

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Fourth day

You were so well behaved that you put your new toy in just after showering. A bit of lube and some determination, and you were ready. You even left work earlier because today was the day. 

Doing your chores with the beads in your ass felt weird, specially when you needed to bend or crouch. But the sensation of eagerness overpowered every other one.

You hadn't seen him all day. You kept working on his ship, being more thoughtful than usual with your repairs. If he flew inside this antique, at least you wanted him to be safe.

Safe.

You knew that all the “no strings attached” thing wasn't for you, because every time you fucked someone more than three times, you were already attached.

That was why one-night stands worked well for you. Always with strangers, like Mando, who would only spend some hours on the spaceport and then leave.

But it had been three times already with him. And you were starting to care. It was impossible not to. How he was considerate, always putting your pleasure first. How careful and polite he was with his words.

You shivered, remembering how his ungloved fingers had felt the last night.

It was while you were daydreaming that he finally knocked on your door. This time you wore something comfortable but in a silky fabric, that fitted your frame just right. Opening the door, you were very prepared to climb him like a tree immediately. 

But the man who was waiting at your doorstep wasn’t the tall, imposing Mando you met those previous nights. His shoulders were sunken. The armour looked dull. And his helmet tilted downward, like he was tired…or ashamed. You didn't say anything, just touched his elbow carefully and directed him inside. 

He finally looked at you.

“Cyare…” he started, but he didn't say anything else. Your hand hadn't left his uncovered elbow.

“Mando, are you okay?” Your tone was careful, tentative. You didn't know why, but you had the sensation that you were on the verge of scaring him off. And you were right.

He tensed, his shoulders square again.

“I shouldn’t have come, sorry,” he said, and then turned to the door.

“Mando, it's alright.” Something was clearly eating him up. “If you're tired, we don't need to…” You cleared your voice, suddenly shy to say the word. “But you can stay here nevertheless.”

You knew it was a shot in the air, but you really wanted to spend time with him. Maybe learn what had made him change that much in just a day.

He hesitated, looked at his boots.

“Okay.”

You nodded and offered him a warm smile, and he followed you to the kitchen. Some leftover stew was on the counter, cooling down after dinner.

“If you're hungry, there's some stew. There you have bowls and spoons are here.” You didn't want him to feel obligated to anything, so you just showed him where things were. “I'll be in the ‘fresher for a while, so you can eat in peace.”

Without waiting for confirmation, you left. In the refresher, the first thing you did was to pull the toy out. The feeling was strange but not unpleasant. It was clear that Mando wasn't in the mood, and even though you wanted to be dicked down so bad, it would have to wait.

Then you did some extra skincare and organised a bit around, to make time so Mando could eat at his own pace. But he didn't take long.

He knocked on the ‘fresher’s door, thrice. You came out.

“It was good, thank you,” he said, and you'll swear he sounded a bit better.

“I'm glad, it's a family recipe. Now, if you want to use the ‘fresher, it's all yours.”

He nodded, and you let him go inside. Meanwhile, you took some rags and a cleaning product you made yourself. The ‘fresher door opened. Mando looked like he didn't know what to do with himself, so lost.

“Come here.” You called him from the kitchen table. You'd noticed that he cleaned the bowl and spoon he had used. “Can you sit for me?”

He obeyed and looked at you. You felt bad for him and couldn't imagine what had put him in that state.

“I'll help you clean your armour.”

“You don't have to…”

“Can't have you going around the house with that dusty thing,” you lied, you couldn't care less about the dust.

He nodded silently.

You started with the breastplate. Sitting in front of him, his muscular thighs touched yours. It felt intimate. When you moved to one side, you accidentally touched the unarmoured skin, and he flinched. He had never done that before.

“Mando, are you hurt?”

“It's nothing.”

“You sure?”

A silence.

“Just bruised ribs.”

How he bruised his ribs with that kind of armour on what's beyond your understanding.

“I've got some painkillers, if you want.”

“Okay.”

You got up to look for the painkillers, making sure that they weren't expired, and made some relaxing tea. Meanwhile, he kept cleaning his armour by himself. His dexterous fingers made the same movements they had done hundreds of times, the muscle memory of cleaning his shiny armor.

You put the tea and the painkillers next to him

“Do you want me to…” You started, suggesting leaving him alone by pointing to your room.

“It's okay.”

And then, to your astonishment, he lifted his helmet enough to drink the tea with the painkillers. You were looking at him wide-eyed.

“I thought you didn't take off your helmet.” You never talked about it, but it was clear as day.

“I…didn't. In the past.” He hesitated, fidgeting with the cup. “I wasn't supposed to take it off in front of any living thing.”

That seemed hard. You didn't know the reason, maybe it was a religious thing. You didn't want to be nosy. But it looked like he needed to talk.

“And what made you change your mind?” There it was. You could hear a sharp inhale through the vocoder. He stopped cleaning the armour. Softly, you grabbed the rag from his hand and kept the handiwork in his pauldrons. There was a skull of a strange animal there.

He looked where you were cleaning.

“My…my foundling. I had to say goodbye to him.” His voice broke a little, and your heart hurt for him. You'd never imagined this man had a protégée, but now, thinking about his unexpected gentleness, you could see it. “I took it off so he could remember…remember me, my face.”

There was a pregnant silence, full of unshed tears.

“That sounds heartbreaking, I'm so sorry.” You stopped cleaning, almost done with it, and put your hand over his. “I can't imagine how hard that could be.”

And you couldn't, not having kids or younger siblings of your own, even though you knew your fair share of loss. It was a rough galaxy.

“It was.” He simply said, looking at where your hands were joined. You traced circles in his palm, and he started to look more relaxed.

“Thank you for telling me.” Your voice was soothing while you looked directly at his visor. You didn't have a way to know if he was looking back, but somehow you noticed his gaze on you.

“Thank you for listening. You've been so kind. “

You smiled, soft and warm, at him.

“Wanna come to bed?” You offered, after finishing your tea, not leaving his hand.

“I don't…I can't…” he looked down again. How the cocksure Mandalorian could be so shy now? It was endearing and worrying at the same time.

“I know, I'm tired too, let's just sleep.”

It took him a moment, but he nodded.

Inside the bedroom, you helped him with his jetpack and folded his cape. As always, he kept every piece of armour. But that didn't stop you from cuddling up to his side.

“It's this okay with you, Mando?” You asked, not wanting to trespass on his limits.

“It…it is.”

“Nice.”

You accommodated yourself against him and started drifting off when you heard your name whispered. 

“My name…it's Din”

You smiled, sleepy gaze meeting his “

“Then goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, Cyare.”

And with that sweet-sounding word resonating in your ears, you finally fell asleep.

Fifth day 

You weren’t surprised to find that Din had left when you woke up. Rubbing your eyes, you sighed and got out of bed. You’d probably never see him again. 

Feeling a bit down, you swallowed your caf, put on a clean pair of coveralls, and picked up your gloves and googles to go to work. The spaceport felt even duller than normal.

Your boss was probably already giving orders around the hangar. It had been a while since you started working for him, but you didn’t get the ugnaught character yet. You went to get your toolbox and toolbox when you saw him. To your pleasant surprise, Mando hadn’t left, and he was talking with your boss. You doubted if it was a good idea to approach them, but your curiosity and urge to talk with him won.

“His name was Kuiil.”

“I knew him.”

“He died saving my foundling.”

Your boss was silent for a moment. He crossed his arms.

“He had always been an honorable ugnaught.”

You stopped in your tracks. It was clear that it was a private conversation, not a business one. Din turned his visor to you. His helmet was blank as always, but he shifted his weight from one leg to another, and you could see his fingers fidget.

“Engineer,” said your boss, turning to you, too. “Mando was telling me the good work you’ve done on the Razor Crest.”

You felt your face burn. It was not every day that a client praised you in your profession.

“The ship is as good as new.” His raspy voice sent shivers down your body. But did that mean that he would finally leave? Your shoulders sank a little.

“Mando and I have reached an agreement.”

“You’re great at what you do. I need someone like you onboard,” Din acknowledged. 

“You will go and work for him.”

Wait what?

It took a bit for you to recover from the surprise.

“But…you wanted me to inherit the business.” It was the first reason that came to your mind. 

“You don’t enjoy your life here.”

Both of them looked at you, waiting for your reaction. It was true, you didn’t have any friends, only the constant rotation of strangers. You loved your job and your boss was fair, but for the years you’d been here, you really didn’t have a life.

“I don’t,” you admitted.

“You’re young and haven’t seen anything but this spaceport.”

“That's right,” you admitted, ashamed.

“I’ll give you the part of the business that belongs to you in cash, and I’ll sell the hangar when it’s time.”

“But…”

“Negotiate the details with Mando. I have spoken.”

And with that, your boss returned to his tasks. You stood there like lightning had struck you.

“Mando?” 

He walked one step towards you.

“We need to talk.”

The hull of his ship was full of neatly tied crates, prepared to leave. Everything was functional, clean and shiny as his armor. You leant on one of the crates.

“Where does this come from, Mando?” You were not upset, just confused. 

“I need an engineer on board. Your boss said you can fly, too.”

Damn it, boss.

“And you both thought that it was your place to decide for me?”

Mando shrugged, not looking at you.

“The ugnaught said you’ll accept.”

“To sell me like I’m some kind of slave?” Like your parents were.

Okay, maybe you were getting upset now.

“You won’t be a slave. I’ll be paying you.” Now Mando, Din, started to look uncomfortable.

“It would be unprofessional to accept a job without knowing the pay or conditions, but that’s not the point.” You crossed your arms, gathering the courage to speak. “Why me?” you said in a weaker voice. He took his time, but he finally met your gaze. 

“You’re trustworthy.” Your eyebrows almost met your hairline. “I don’t need just an engineer. I need a partner.” He sounded like making that confession cost him a lung. And you couldn’t hide that his words make your heart skip a beat.

“You’re a bounty hunter, aren’t you?” He slowly nodded.

“I can pay you fairly.” 

“It’s a dangerous job.”

“That’s why I need a reliable partner.”

You felt the nerves crawling in your insides. Life at the spaceport was safe, reliable. But grey and sad too. This was an opportunity to see the galaxy. You’ll have your money from the inheritance and Mando’s salary.

“And if I don’t want to keep working for you after a while?”

“I’ll take you to the planet you want.”

You hesitated a bit, but in your heart, the decision was made.

“When do we leave?”

“Tonight.”

You were putting your meager belongings inside a canvas bag, trying not to forget anything. That afternoon, you talked with your landlady, telling her you were leaving. She was a nosy old trandoshan, and after a grin, she asked “if you were leaving with the handsome Mandalorian”. You smiled and nodded, and she was so kind to give you a handmade blanket “for the cold space nights, even though they may not be that cold.” She blinked and left you alone to pack.

To be fair, you hadn’t talked about what this would mean to both of you. Just the business side of it. Maybe now that you would be boss and employee, or “partners”, he would like to keep the distance. You bit your lip. It would be hard, having the hottest boss in the galaxy, to restrain yourself in such tight quarters.

You were just packing the last items, your toiletries and the new toy, when you heard the three knocks.

“Coming!”

At the door, Mando waited for you. He looked like himself again, shiny and imposing. You smiled, glad he was feeling better.

“Ready?” he asked through the vocoder. You wouldn’t tell him that you were yearning to hear his unmodulated voice again.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then.”

You glanced for the last time at the apartment that had been your home for so long, when you felt his hand in the small of your back. Maybe things won’t be as business-like as you thought.

Both of you strapped on, and he started the takeoff protocol. You watched his hands attentively, half for learning purposes, half to lust over him. The unfamiliar feeling in your tummy of leaving the atmosphere and entering hyperspace left you a bit pale at first.

“You feeling ok?” he asked, looking at your furrowed brows.

“Yeah,  just…I haven't been in hyperspace since I was a baby.”

“You’ll grow used to it.”

You nodded, and a comfortable silence wrapped you both. 

“My foundling vomited all over himself one of the first times on the ship.” You looked at Mando, not expecting him to share a piece of personal information. “The puke was blue, and it took a lot to get rid of the stain.”

You found yourself laughing, It hadn’t happened for a long time. It surprised you.

“Well, I haven’t eaten anything blue.”

“You can lie in my cot…if you're not feeling well.”

You stared at him and put your flirty smile on.

“Not one day onboard your ship and you want me on your cot already?”

It was as if you had switched a button inside of him.

“Downstairs, now.”

You grinned and obeyed him. triumphant.

You barely made it to the hull when he was already on you, touching you everywhere, pinned against the ladder. You could feel his massive cock agaist your croth already.

“Eager, are we, Mando?” You didn’t know if it was okay to use his name, since he had whispered it in a sleepy and vulnerable moment.  He stopped for a moment, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Call me Din. When it’s just the two of us.”

“Yes, sir.”

That undid him, and in a flash, he had you lying on his cot. It wasn’t the most comfortable bed, but you couldn’t care less at that moment. His wide frame almost obstructed all the light, as he was as big as the door. How he could sleep inside here, you didn’t know. 

He didn’t take a second to slip you out of your warmer clothes and take his gloves off. His hands started to map every portion of skin he could. Your breath started to become heavier.

“Is this…part of the contract, Din?”

He immediately stopped in his tracks. Had you killed the mood?

“Only…if you want to,” he answered, removing his hands from your body. You bit your lip, thinking of how to rile him up a bit.

“Only…if you fuck me tonight.”

Din inhaled sharply and squeezed his fist, as if he needed to restrain himself.

“Cyare…” his bedroom voice was delightful, even more when he looked so close to the breaking point.

“I know, you don’t want to hurt me, but wait.” Feeling encouraged by his contained desire, you took his hand until it reached between your legs.

There it was, the toy he had gifted you. 

Din growled like a wounded animal.

“You’re something else,” he said, and gripped your hips with determination. You could see his bulge, so prominent it looked painful. You licked your lips.

“Came prepared for you, Din,” you purred, and his grip on your hips tightened.

“Fuck yourself with it.” There it was again, his commanding side that drove you crazy. A hot flash went across you, and you grabbed the handle.

You didn’t take your eyes off him while you played with your ass. And it seemed like he wouldn’t stop looking either. He removed his heavy belt and holster, and then his thigh armor. It was the most “naked” you had seen him. And finally he took his cock out.

“So you’re a man of your word then.”

“I am,” and with that, he slapped your hand and took the toy out himself. His dick was lubricated enough with his precum, and you had used lube earlier, but it was your first time nevertheless. He looked hesitant.

“Small pocket, in my bag there.” He understood and picked up the bottle of lube he had bought for you. Coating his cock with it, he lined himslef up with your hole.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“Din if you don’t fuck me already I’m gonna combust in here.”

And then he moved his hips, and his fat tip was in you, and your moan was the loudest ever. Holy Maker, the feeling was incredible, and it was just the tip! It took a moment to adjust, but you knew what you were here for.

“Doing okay?” 

“Please, sir, more.” 

You heard him growl. And then he impaled you. Again and again. You had to grip the sides of the cot to keep still. 

“You were so good Cyare, so patient for me,” he praised, but you couldn’t think straight with how he was filling you up. One devious hand came to your front, to caress your most sensitive part. “You like that?”

“Yeeesss Din!” you screamed his name like a prayer, again and again.

“Fuck cyare, you’re killing me here.”

Your tights were wrapped around his hips in a death grip, you knew you won’t last much more with how he was fucking you like a kriffing jackhammer. His touch started to get wilder, too.

“Is this what you wanted all along?” he asked, but you couldn’t answer because his thumb was in your mouth, so you nodded. Maybe it was you sucking his finger, or how you started to follow his rhythm with your hips, but he looked like he couldn’t take it more. “Dank Farrik, I’m gonna…where?”

“In…inside please please Din.” you were desperate to feel his warm cum filling you up.

Two more clever movements of his hand, and you were gone, and he followed close.

He collapsed on top of you, cold armor against your burning skin, and he started caressing your face. Your legs didn’t stop straddling his hips. He stayed a bit more inside of you until he grew soft. You moaned when he pulled out.

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

“Din?”

“Mmm?”

“This was the best business deal of the galaxy.”

“I agree.”

And then you both fell into a deep slumber, not letting go of each other.