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Summary:

TEMPTATION OF THE FORCE SPOILERS

 

"Practice," ... "I like practice."

 

aka Chapter 53 post-fade to black because they finally, canonically fucked and I've never been happier

Notes:

Don't take a shot every time I mention Avar's thighs.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Elzar Mann knew he didn’t really need practice in worshipping Avar Kriss. His mind had done that plenty, even in their time apart. Looking up at her, however, straddling his lap and undressing him with nothing but wanton purpose flashing brightly in her eyes, Elzar question whether his imagination truly even did such a woman justice.

In Avar’s mind, this feeling was distantly familiar yet fresh. Recollections of the fumbling hands of their youth reworked their way into her subconscious as she smoothed her hands down Elzar’s biceps, peeling the pale undershirt from his tan skin. Perhaps practice would come easily to them, revealing itself as simply muscle memory that had been patiently awaiting re-ignition.

“Stars, I need you.”

Elzar’s exhale broke the momentary quiet with all the reawakened desperation of his younger self, losing the thinly-veiled composure of the coy back-and-forth teasing they had shared mere minutes ago. Hands abandoning their gentle caressing of the toned thighs encasing his hips, Elzar captured her waist in a firm grasp, too impatient to linger even a second longer.

“Elzar!” Avar chastised in response to his sudden brashness.

Elzar registered the feverish excitement in her voice nonetheless.

He hoisted her from his lap, pushing upwards and flipping their positions, dropping Avar to the thin mattress, gently despite his hunger.

“I refuse for our first fuck in forever to start with anything but making you come on my tongue.”

“There’s that heart I was referring to. How romantic,” Avar retorted with a breathy tease— a tease transformed to a gasp the second Elzar’s knee nudged its way between her legs, his hands busy with freeing Avar from her own tunic. The natural removal of her breastband followed, unveiling her to him for what felt like the first time, eyes intense as they trailed her upper body and his own chest heaving at the very sight he had been craving since their last entanglement too long ago.

“Avar,” Elzar barely disguised a moan as he gazed down at the woman laid below him: nipples perked in arousal, eyes blown with impatience, her hair a fine-spun halo around her head. “You’re so—”

“Battered?” she quipped with a flicker of timidity, a subtle acknowledgment of the scars she’d obtained in Nihil space.

“Beautiful.”

He pressed a swift constellation of kisses down to her sternum before his hands reconnected with her waist, fingers grasping at top of her trousers to tug them, and her underwear away her legs, Avar raising her hips in response to his soft command— “Lift.”

As though the mere seconds he wasn’t in contact with her skin was forever, he dove forward to collide a hungry kiss to her lips, elbows pressing down into the mattress as he held himself over her, the weight of his erection pushed appeasingly against her cunt. They shared a breathy laugh as their teeth clattered softly once their mouths collided, messy in their sheer desperation.

“El,” Avar moaned into his mouth, fingers trailing down his toned back to of his briefs, pathetically tugging at the waistband, signalling for him to lose them. “Please.”

Pulling back with obvious reluctance, keeping her lower lip between his teeth until no longer feasible, Elzar made quick work of removing his underwear, freeing his cock from the stretched confines of his briefs, ignoring his own need for any kind of relief and instead lowering himself to be between Avar’s legs, pressing a stream of wet kisses up her muscular thighs, hovering once he reached her flushed cunt, eyes flickering up to catch her heavy gaze.

The slight jut of Avar’s hip was all the permission he needed to relent, pressing his tongue flat against her slit and running an agonisingly slow lick up to her clit. An obscene moan escaped him, muffled and vibrating where his mouth met her core. He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed the sweetness of her pussy until he had it in the palm of his hands once more.

Avar let out a throaty whine and rocked herself against his mouth, the sensation of his beard between her legs new but not unwelcome. A reminder of how they had evolved in their separation.

Elzar had immediately forgone any semblance of teasing, his desire too overwhelming to do anything but avidly indulge in all of Avar, her clit pulsing at the ceaseless swirling of his tongue. His hands abandoned the grooves of her thighs, holding in place as he worked, two fingers now toying with her soaked entranced, slowly pushing their way into her hot cunt.

Choking on a moan, Avar clenched around his fingers as they curled inside her, his tongue unrelenting. She let out a hiss of pleasure as his teeth grazed her clit, fingers now knuckle-deep and pumping languidly. She could feel her orgasm hitting her like the snap of a cymbal, pitifully pressing her heels into Elzar’s strong back, as if he could possibly be pulled any nearer.

Elzar relished at the angelic sight granted to him. The slight scrunch of her nose and the furrow of her brows only sharpened as he pulled his fingers away at the final second to reconnect his mouth, nose bumping her clit she rode out her orgasm on his tongue. Elzar savoured the fruits of his labour before pecking a tender kiss to the apex of her thigh, allowing Avar to catch her breath, all of the tension wiped from her face.

Hazy-eyed, Avar focused on Elzar, the gentle tickle of his stubble on her skin where he rested his cheek, his noble features waiting serenely despite the inexplicable current of want she sensed stirring within him. Energy washing over her at the sight, Avar pushed him back and reasserted her position above him, rolling her hips to graze her cunt over his stiff cock.

“My turn,” Avar mused, fingers wrapping around the head of Elzar’s shaft, her thumb circling the head of his cock, smearing an eager bead of pre-cum.

Pumping his cock with easy strokes, Avar leant over Elzar, using her free hand to cup his jaw, the the subtle dampness of her own pleasure lingering in his beard. Her nails danced over his torso to meet her occupied hand fixed tightly around the base of his cock, acknowledging the steady thrum of his craving heart. Only then did she pause in her ministrations, Elzar’s chest expanding in anticipation whilst Avar hovered, lining him up with her slit then sinking down, stretching around him.

Matching moans escaped the pair, momentarily stagnant in overwhelm before starting to rock their hips harmoniously. Elzar’s fingers dug into the flesh of Avar’s thighs, grasping onto her like a lifeline, like he couldn’t fathom being reunited with her in such a way. He enjoyed her weight on him, that grounding presence. He couldn’t match Avar’s lustful eye-contact, too lightheaded from the bliss off it all, as though he’d spent a moment too long dunked underwater, a cold wave breaking over him. He pushed himself up onto his forearms nonetheless, shifting his hips to keep her in his lap, sinking into her deeper whilst pulling her closer, lips colliding frantically.

Everything rose fiercely; panted breaths, beating hearts, rhythmic thrusts. Elzar’s low groans intertwined with Avar’s melodic whines, harmonising into each others mouths. The shooting snap of their climaxes hit them ferociously, the burst of a burning star. Spurts of hot cum hit the walls of Avar’s spasming cunt, the sharp press of Avar’s diadem against Elzar’s forehead hardly registering to him as they rode out their orgasms in divine synchronicity.

Eyelids fluttering, Elzar’s back hit the mattress, taking Avar down with him, cock still sunk inside her. Her amused hum reverberated against his sweat-sheened chest, dipping down to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. He raised her head, cupping her face in his hands to press his lips tenderly against the two outer jewels of her diadem, too spent to vocalise his gratitude. A weak smile graced Avar’s lips, her already flushed cheeks darkening, entranced at his dilated stare.

“I love you, Elzar Mann,” Avar managed breathlessly before dropping back into his hold.

“I’m aware, my love,” Elzar said with affectionately quirked lips, overcome by the warmth of Avar’s bare skin against him one more, entwining their limbs to finally indulge in their long overdue rest.

Notes:

the last time i wrote fiction to completion was a good few years ago in a level english,, i’d say that wasn’t remotely like this but it was a collection of letter excerpts from robbie to ceceilia whilst at war that were kinda serving ‘in my dreams i kiss your cunt’ volume 2,, anyway i hope this was okay ! xoxo also i HATE writing dialogue that’s why there is minimal xoxo