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Luke was exceptional at hiding.
Really, it was a talent.
It was possible with his abilities he could even manage to hide from Din for a good while, even with his hunting abilities. If the man was even looking for him. There was a chance he was avoiding Luke too. Probably better than a chance. Why would Din want to be around Luke after he had said something so wrong? He was probably seething in anger and disgust at the moment.
He groaned and buried his face into his hands. His face was so red, his stomach felt horribly nauseated, and he was so ashamed and humiliated he could cry. He was pretty sure his eyes were watery with stubbornly unshed tears.
They had been getting so close. Luke was almost to a point he could confess how he felt for the Mandalorian. They were comfortable and getting to know one another better, being friends, and…he ruined it all.
Why hadn’t he slept when Din told him to two days ago? Just attempted for a nap so his brain wasn’t so foggy? None of this would’ve happened if he had just gotten some sleep and could control his mouth and brain and…Gods, this was horrible. How could he ever face Din when, in a sleepy stupor that almost left him stupid drunk, he had called him Daddy?
There was no way he could pass it off either. He clearly had looked straight at Din and called him Daddy. Not dad, not father, but Daddy.
And not just daddy, like he could say he was being sarcastic or a playful idiot, but he almost groaned the term out after Din had ordered him to stop studying and get to bed. He used a voice dripping with lust and hope. Begging to be told what to do. Desperate to be taken
“Ok, Daddy.”
He could smash his head through a stone wall at the memory. He had just gone and look straight at his friend, friend Luke reminded—and barely even that, and whimpered out that unnecessary sentence. He had wanted, gods he had wanted, Din to tell him what to do, to drag him away, and ensure Luke behaved.
It was sick. It was wrong.
And it was confirmed when Din had pulled away from him as if he were burned.
That woke Luke right up, his face going white as he stepped back and gave off some pitiful excuse or an apology or…something to that affect and then he ran off as quickly as he could. And now was sulking in some hidden corner of the temple, trying to keep his panic and shame under control. He was almost close to tearing up, humiliated and hurt.
What had he done? He had ruined everything with Din because of some stupid twitch and desire he had that made no sense.
All these years, with the few lovers he had, he had always managed to keep this want under control, except for once when he was younger…and that earned his partner in dropping him quickly. Now, just because of some lack of sleep, his weird lust and adoration over Din seeped out and…he released a small cry to himself.
Maker, why did this happen?
Why did he ruin all of this?
Luke pulled his knees to his face, shaking, as he did his best to find some sort of composure and calm. He was a Jedi master. He was better than this.
With a broken breath, he hugged himself tighter, trying his best to forget what he had done and what he had lost with his lack of control.
-o-
It was a few hours later, past dinner time, when Luke finally uncurled around himself and started to sneak back to his room. He needed to face this eventually. Grogu needed him. He had to be an adult about this and face the consequences of his actions so they could move on and Grogu could be tended to.
It may mean facing a furious or disgusted Din, but it was better to get it done and start moving on for Grogu’s sake.
His stomach still lurched uncomfortably and he had to harshly rub his eyes to try and keep them from becoming teary.
He was an adult. He was a Jedi. He survived things before and he would survive this. Reacting like his emotional, younger self would do no good.
Sighing, shoulders slumped in defeat and sadness, Luke made his way down the hall, hoping everyone was asleep so he could at least hide the rest of the night in his bed or in the library and distracting himself.
Pressing his fist against his pounding head, Luke tried to take deep breaths to keep himself from breaking down. He was stronger than this. He could handle the fall out and the rejection. It was fine.
A gloved hand snapped out from a door, grabbing Luke by the shoulders, and yanked him inside the dark room.
The Jedi nearly reacted before he realized it was Din. He managed to relax only a sliver before he remembered he did not want to be around this man at the moment.
“What the Sith’s hell, Din?” Luke rasped out, relieved he hadn’t cracked the man’s ribs on instinct from the attack. “I could’ve hurt you!”
“But you didn’t.” He murmured against the back of Luke’s head and then he realized the man did not have his helmet on. “I was about to go and find you…you stayed away longer than I expected.”
The blond man froze and looked down, “I…uhm…thought it was better to stay away.”
“Hmm? And why is that?”
“I…u-uh…”
“Tell me.” He purred; a tone Luke had never heard from the man before. His grip was tight and his mouth was so close to his skin. “Why did you hide from me?”
“I…di-didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or…or uhm…f-face you after…”
“After what?” He urged. “Tell me.”
“A-After that slip-up.” He muttered, shaking in Din’s arms, his back pressed tightly against the Beskar chest.
“And what was it, little one?”
“D-Din, please.” He hoped to have some mercy.
“Tell. Me.” He ordered, one hand grasping at Luke’s hips and yanked him closer to Din’s front. “What was the slip-up? What did you call me?”
Luke closed his eyes, turning his head away, “I…I-I called you…uhm…D-Din, please. Don't make me s-say it.”
“What did you call me?” He hissed dangerously against Luke’s’ ear.
Blue eyes clenched closed and he shuddered, humiliation searing through him. “Daddy.”
Something shuddered in the Force from Din and then his nose pressed against Luke’s head, “Yes you did. Why did you call me that, little one?”
“I…I-I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I…" He swallowed, his mouth dry and his head spinning. He felt close to falling limp in his hold. He gave a meek jerk of his head. "No, n-not really. I don’t. I…it’s something I’ve…I don’t know.” Luke made a subtle move to get out of his hands but Din held firm. “I just wanted to call you that. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” He whispered, mouth right up against Luke’s ear.
Luke did his best to not whimper, “It’s wrong and…and messed up and I shouldn’t have just called you that. I just…I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t mean to just--”
He grunted in surprise when he was spun around and shoved up against the wall and lips pressed hungrily over his. Luke’s eyes flew open wide, stunned, as Din literally steals his breath away.
After a moment he pulled away, ever so slightly, to breathe over Luke’s surprised parted lips. His eyes were dark as he gazed hungrily at the trembling Jedi. “You’re a fool if you believe that was wrong.”
“But…but I--” He didn’t know how to say he shouldn’t just call a man he wasn’t together with something without talking about it first. It could’ve made Din incredibly uncomfortable.
“You want to know what happened after that little slip-up?” Din snarled against him, tugging at the bottom lip.
“I-I--” He couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think.
“I went into my room and masturbated to you.” He pushed Luke up against the wall, pinning him. “I touched my cock, gripping it tight, pretending you were around me…knowing you would be so tight.” His hands gripped down at Luke’s ass, holding the globes of flesh and began to massage them. “I imagined you on my lap, sobbing, calling me Daddy, as you bounce yourself on me to insanity like a beautiful whore.”
“D-Din.” Luke yelped.
“That,” he growled, “is not what you call me.”
Luke began to tremble.
Din ground his hips up against Luke’s stomach. “Is it, baby?”
“N-No, it isn’t.” Luke whimpered.
“What do you call me?”
The blond bit his lip and looked away.
Din pressed himself against Luke harder. “What do you call me?”
“Daddy.” He sobbed.
“Yes, that’s my good baby boy.” He began to nibble on his jaw. “That’s exactly what you call me.” His hand grasped over Luke’s ass and hoisted him up, ensuring his legs wrapped around his waist. Pushing Luke’s back against the wall, providing him perfect leverage, he slowly began to grind against him.
“D-Din!” He yelped.
Din snarled and dragged his hardening member against Luke, enjoying the friction from their clothing. “No.”
Luke’s bottom lip trembled. “Daddy.”
“Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Sorry, sorry Daddy. I’m sorry.” He whined, unsure what was coming over him. It made his skin burn and his thoughts tilt. He was so hyper aware of everything; they feel of Din pressed against him, the man’s amazing smell, the heat of his body, the need between the both of them and how close the tension was to snapping.
“You’re going to behave for me, little one?”
Luke could feel tears gathering and he wasn’t sure why. “Y-Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Din’s fingers trailing over to Luke’s own, and they intertwined, the back of Luke’s hands against the wall as he pushed himself even closer, mouth centimeters from Luke’s. He seemed pleased when Luke gave him a heavy shudder. “Yes, what, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The larger man purred. His brown eyes were blown black with an expression Luke had never seen on Din’s face before. The rare times he was allowed to see Din’s face he always carried something rather impassive and controlled, maybe a bit on the shy side, who was fighting to hide his emotions from the galaxy around him. But also, with an edge of something soft and gentle. A man who may easily be mistaken as predictable.
This was not predictable. This was not shy or timid or passive. This was a man with insatiable hunger, an uncontrollable fire of lust burning in his gut, with a wild, predatory look in his eyes.
Luke had never seen him like this before. He hadn’t really seen anyone like this before. Especially not towards him.
“I want to fuck you.”
Luke gasped at him. But Din’s stare was unwavering. He was completely serious.
“I want you on my lap, you wailing for me, as I stuff you painfully full.” He listed and began to thrust between Luke’s legs slowly. Luke gaped silently, head falling back to stare up at the ceiling blankly. He could only make little noises of startled pleasure. “I want you to come so hard you black out. I’ll make it that you can’t move for at least a full day and you have to be dependent on me.”
Luke now released a full sob, his legs kicking slightly as Din gave another harsh thrust.
“I want to take care of you.” He pressed his face against Luke’s neck, taking a deep inhale of his scent, moaning. “You depend on me to feed you, to bathe you, to help your sore muscles, ensure you have to do everything through me, even for just a day…” His lips trailed up right to his ear to continue in his low voice, “all because I broke you from fucking you so perfectly hard.”
“P-Please.” Oh gods, did he want this. It sounded too good to be true. It was everything Luke wanted and more. He gripped at Din’s hands, doing his best to not faint. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
His tongue could barely work. His brain was melting. His eyes were already rolling and he moaned, “D-Daddy. Please…please…I-I…I-I need…need…oh gods…please.”
“Yes, little love.” Din groaned. “Want Daddy to fill you up?”
Luke sniffled, dazed eyes filled with tears and nodded, “Please. Please, Daddy…please…”
“Daddy will, little one. My baby, fuck, I’m going to ruin you.”
“Please!” He gave a pitiful little thrust against Din. “Please, please…”
Din growled and moved his hands off of Luke’s and wrapped them securely around his waist, shoving his mouth back over his, and brought him over to his bed. Once he was sure Luke was safely perched above the soft mattress he tossed him down, watching as the smaller body bounced and he released a yelp with open pleasure.
“Undress yourself.”
Luke swallowed, quickly maneuvering himself around to fumble with his clothes. His fingers shook as he tried to get his robes and tunic off.
Din pressed a hand over his head, “Calm down. You’re doing good, baby. Take deep breaths and remove your clothes for me.”
Luke whimpered, finding comfort in the heavy hand. His fingers still trembled but he managed to keep them steady enough to begin to pull his shirt off. He felt as if his blushed was down his chest and he did his best to not look at Din. He pushed the tunic off and on the floor, out of the way. He wasn’t graceful in getting his boots off but they were gone after a moment of struggle and he was about to get his pants when the hand on his head gave a pull.
“Stand up.”
He did as told.
“Turn around.”
“I--”
“Turn. Around.”
“Y-Yes, Daddy.” He gulped and turned his back to him.
“Now…strip down. Slowly.”
Luke closed his eyes, shaking, and nodded, then began to take off his pants, as slowly as he could, feeling more awkward than anything attractive. However, it seemed to have some affect because he could feel Din’s burning lust spike when he started to pull it over his ass, the flushed, round backside coming into view.
‘Shit. I have never done this before.’ All his previous times had basically been clothed, a bit more rushed than anything, without either party really looking at the other. It was sloppy and more of a way to find relief and a distraction in a war-torn galaxy. Nothing like this.
He felt so seen by Din.
“Stop.” He growled.
He did. He froze, gripping the hem of his pants as they pressed right under his ass, knowing they highlighted it. This was humiliating but he didn’t want it to stop.
“That,” Din approached and his hand came up hard on one cheek, “is a gorgeous ass.”
The Jedi did his best to hold still as Din’s other hand came up to grab the other cheek. A tiny mewl escaped his throat when Din came up closer and began to massage the plush body part, going as far as pushing them open and close, making Din grin wildly down at the sight. He could feel Luke really trembling against his grip.
He pushed in closer, “I can’t wait to get inside of you, baby.”
“Di…D-Daddy.” Luke licked his lips. “What d-do I do now?”
“Hmm, just hold still for a moment. I think I want to help you out of these now.” His hands moved around, pushing against his thighs, and playfully tugging the black pants down. Luke, being such a good boy, did not move. He did make another adorable noise when he wrapped his arm around Luke’s arms and waist and hoisted him up, the pants left behind on the ground and him completely bare.
“D-Din!”
Instantly Din sat hm back down on his feet and grasped the back of his neck and then pushed him chest first into the mattress. He looked over the sight of Luke pinned, his chest pushed forward and his ass up in a welcoming presentation, and he growled out, “What was that?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry.” He gasped out, begging. “Please, Daddy, I-I’m sorry.”
Din gave him a small smack against the plush ass. “Don’t be a bad boy…you know what to call me.”
Those long fingers gripped onto the sheets, sniffling as he turned to look at Din with big sad, eyes, “I’m sorry, Daddy. Daddy.”
“I won’t remind you again, little one.” He warned, his fingers massaging over Luke’s neck. “Behave.”
“I-I will. I promise.” Luke whispered, begging. “I will be good for you.”
Din grinned hungrily, “That’s my sweet baby.” He reached down and kissed the top of his head. “Now, I was going to let you undress me, but I think you need to stay put here and I do it myself.”
“B-But…”
“Baby.” Din warned. “Baby, do not talk back. You’re already in trouble. You stay put and do not move. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy." Luke hiccuped. "I’m sorry.”
“I know.” He gave a little tug on his hair. “Relax and stay put.”
Din watched over him a moment, pleased at the gorgeous sight of Luke, such a powerful man, in such a position. All spread out and presented for him. Licking his lips, he took a moment to calm his breath and began to undress himself. He pushed his armor to its proper place on his table, next to his helmet. He would teach his Luke how to help him in and out of his armor later.
He kept his eyes on the smaller man who remained in place as told.
Such a good boy.
When he got to his own pants, he paused, wondering what sounded more tempting; should he remained more clothed to keep more authority or enjoy the feel of every centimeter of Luke against him?
Well, it was their first night together. It seemed only right to ensure this was an intimate as possible. His little Luke deserved to be spoiled loved thoroughly tonight. He’d ensure they have lots of fun with his Beskar armor later. The idea of Luke on his lap, wailing and bruising himself against Din’s armor sounded delicious.
He’d make sure they try that for sure.
With a little work, he kicked the pants off, smiling as his cock sprung out, ready to get inside his lover as soon as possible.
He gripped himself, slowly rubbing up and down, sighing. Just a bit longer and they’ll be one. He licked his lips again as he approached his darling. “You staying put, my good boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“My sweet baby.” He leaned over and kissed at his back, trailing down, ensuring his scruff grazed over the sensitive skin, and gave a lick to the back dimples. “You’re trying so hard for me. I think you deserve a little something.”
“Please, Daddy?”
“Of course, little one.” He slowly fell to his knees and, not letting Luke get any bearings, spread the cheeks out and then shoved his mouth up against the waiting hole.
Luke practically screamed, not prepared for this at all. He surged forward, gasping out Din’s name, clawing at the mattress as he tried to find purchase.
Din decided Luke moving and using his name was easy to forgive in this moment. “Have you ever been eaten out, Luke?”
“N-No!” He yelped.
“Then this will be an experience for you.” He pushed one of Luke’s legs up to the mattress and he grinned when Luke made a sheepish noise. “What is it baby?”
“This is…uhm…”
“Hmm?”
“This is really embarrassing.” He muttered.
“Why is that?” Din smiled, taking in the sight before him. Of course, he knew why. This was a very exposing position to be in. From the sound of it, Luke’s experience was incredibly lackluster and did not push him to his limits at the least. Din could imagine that those lovers, as few as they potentially were, pushed the power to Luke’s hand and just saw sex as something that took a few thrusts and noting much else.
“I…u-uhm..” He gulped, hiding his face. “I--”
“Tell me why it’s embarrassing.” He ordered.
“This position has me…I don’t even know how to put it to words.” The Jedi muttered, humiliated. “I don’t see how this is attractive.”
Din laughed, happy to hear he still had a little bit of a bite to him. It meant there was something for Din to break out of him.
That was exciting.
“This position isn’t for you, darling. It’s for me. And it is plenty attractive.” And then, as if to prove his point, he pushed the other leg up against the edge of the mattress. He grinned when Luke made another gasp, trying to maintain his balance with his backside nearly hanging off the edge, completely open, and his face smushed back into the mattress. “Now, how about we get you to stop talking and start screaming?”
“W-Wha--oh GODS!” He cried out and Din’s tongue found its target once more. This time there was no stopping him as he pushed into the Jedi. He gripped Luke’s cheeks, spreading them to get better access, and, as promised, aggressively ate the younger man out.
Luke was left gasping and clinging to the bed, his breathing picking up to a panting state where he sounded crazed. He buried his face into the soft mattress under him and sobbed.
Din decided to be mean and his experienced fingers came up and he grasped Luke’s leaking cock and gave it a squeeze. It earned another cute, desperate noise.
“Be a good boy and use your Force and bring the oil to me from the drawer.”
Luke did his best, the poor thing truly did, as he called for the oil as ordered. It dropped a few times and Din provided no help as he simply demanded that Luke try again.
“Give it another try, little love.” He’d sweetly urge. Of course, once Luke started up again, Din would get back into what could really only be described as tongue-fucking the man. It took a few minutes for the oil to finally make it over to them. Luke collapsed weakly. He was layered with sweat, saliva out of his mouth, and eyes glazed.
Poor, sweet thing.
Din uncapped the top and, pushing back the cheeks apart and poured some right in between. Luke gave a jerk at the change in texture and temperature.
“D-Daddy.”
“That’s it, cyar’ika. That’s my good beloved.” He coated his own fingers next. “I’m pushing in now.” Was all the warning his lover got before he began to insert one of his fingers into him. Luke released a dying groan. “There you go…you take me so well.”
“Aha…ha…” Luke shook his head, sweat starting to drop down his body.
“Such a way with words.” Din teased cruelly as he began to provide gentle thrusts in and out. Luke sobbed.
Din decided to ensure Luke was properly prepped for Din’s larger than average cock and ensured each finger had at least five minutes thrusting and twisting and stretching the Jedi open.
Luke was mindlessly babbling and crying at the end of it.
It was adorable.
How could the man’s previous lovers fail so spectacularly in properly spoiling and tending to this darling man? How could they just use Luke for a masturbation tool and nothing more when pleasuring him was as good as any touch?
Their loss, his gain. He could say he was quite happy with it.
Din made it up to four before he had enough and knew Luke was ready.
Manhandling him around, he had Luke on his back, looking up at Din with watery eyes. Din sighed, enamored. “You’re perfect.”
With a sniffle, Luke reached out for him, begging, “Daddy.”
“Yeah,” He purred. “Daddy is here, little love. My good boy.” He kissed the broken man’s brow, letting Luke wrap his arms around his shoulders. Luke gave him a nuzzled, making noises to plea for him to do something, anything, more to him. “Relax, little one. I’ll make sure this feels good for you. You’re going to be so full.”
“Please.”
With a push at Luke’s thighs, he spreading him open in presentation, Din grasped his own leaking cock and lined himself up. Luke released a “oh” and his eyes flew wide, though Din could tell he wasn’t really looking at anything, as the heavy, blunt head began to push in.
He paused and then pushed, letting Luke catch his breath, and then pushed in further. He continued this until Luke was filled with every agonizingly inch of him. “There you go. You’re taking me perfectly.”
Luke arched his back, mouth falling open, “Oh.”
“Yeah, I feel it too.” Din hissed. It was so hot and tight. It was pure heaven. “Kriff, Luke, baby. Dank farrick. You’re so perfect.”
“Daddy.” Luke wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to him tight.
Din chuckled, pressing a warm hand over the side of Luke’s cheek. “Eyes on me, little one. Let me see you as I break you into this bed.”
Luke moaned, moving against him, with a drunk smile and teary blue eyes. “Daddy.”
“I’m here.”
“Want…Daddy, please…want.”
“Of course, baby. Daddy is going to take good care of you.” Din promised, nipping at his jaw. “Precious love.”
He dragged out, watching as his lover’s eyes clenched shut, and then slammed back in. Luke mewled. Din did it again and again, going slow but ensuring the hit was hard and reached all the way inside of him.
Luke kicked out before he squeezed him close. Din grunted. “Kriff.”
With another grunt, he pushed Luke’s legs up to his shoulders, folding him in half, to keep him perfectly pinned and unable to do anything but just take whatever Din wanted to give him. He shoved his mouth over Luke’s and began to properly thrust into him.
“F-Force, uhn.” Luke moaned. “Daddy, oh gods, please.”
“Just take it, baby. Just take it.”
Luke sobbed, gripping at his shoulders, clawing at his back. It was so good. It was so hard and brutal and filling and Luke wanted more.
“Call me daddy again.” Din ordered, pausing and refusing to move until Luke did as told.
“D-Daddy. Please…Daddy.”
Din moaned like a broken, desperate man and he went back to thrusting into Luke, now jackhammering his hips into the Jedi. Luke let out a long, drawn out wail. His back bowed up and he dug his blunt nails into the bigger man’s shoulders.
The bed under them squeaked and groaned against the impact made from their love making. Din growled and pressed their damp foreheads together, sharing their desperate breaths, eyes locked on to the other with adoration. There was no space between them. There was nothing else in the universe but the two of them. Din so deep inside Luke, breaking him and breathing him in, absorbing every piece of him available. Taking him apart to just put him back together in the way he wanted most.
They were close.
Luke made another cry, suctioning to Din as tight as he could. His eyes rolling and his mind beginning to break. All he could think of was Din, Din, Din, Din.
Daddy.
It was pure bliss.
He wanted more.
“Ah!” He moaned. “Y-Yes, oh gods, Daddy, yes!”
“You take it so well, my perfect whore.”
“Only for Daddy, only for Daddy!” Luke wailed. He could feel the wave begin to crest over him. It was coming. It was about to smash into him hard and he opened his arms for it, ready. “D-Daddy…D-Daddy…Daddy!”
Din continued to thrust into him, aiming directly for that bundle of nerves. He shoved his tongue into the man’s mouth, thrusting it frantically against Luke’s. He bit at Luke’s lip, drawing blood, as the sound of skin slapping echoed in the room.
He began to groan and grunt in time with each frantic thrust. Growling, he pulled back and began to bite at Luke’s neck and shoulder, digging his canines in to pierce at the skin and leave behind bruises and teeth-marks.
Luke’s legs locked on him, and he began to jerk and gape, trying to thrust against him back before he threw his head back and screamed. Luke’s spunk dirtied their stomachs and he fell limp under him, eyes rolling to the back of his head, making meek noises with each of Din’s thrust.
Din grinned at the blissed-out expression and kissed him again, and gave a few more pounds that left the blond twitching and then Din yanked his mouth back and nearly howled as his cum pumped hard into Luke, filling him up.
A twisted part of him wished Luke’s body would take his seed and make a baby.
The idea made him snarl and another, weaker, orgasm rippled through him at the thought of their baby growing in Luke’s belly. He purred, thrusting softly into Luke, closing his eyes and collapsing against him. He made a small grunt as he pulled himself out to provide Luke some form of comfort and give him a proper breather. “Kriff, baby.”
The smaller body under him just shook.
With a huff, Din pulled himself up to stare down at his lover, smiling to himself at the beautiful sight.
Luke was a twitching, blissed out mess. His eyes were glazed, not looking at anything, his gold hair was darker thanks to the sweat and plastered against his forehead while the rest pillowed out under him, and his chest heaving deeply. His stomach a mess, skin covered in bruises and bite marks from Din’s mouth and Din’s cum dripping out of him.
“Gods.” Din purred, “You look gorgeous.”
The poor thing couldn’t even say anything back. He just made a gasping, whining noise, clearly no longer in his right mind.
Din groaned, his fingers trailing over the curve of the man’s ass, gathering the cum and shoved it back into the brutally used hole. Luke mewled, legs shaking, and a little dribble came out of his cock, earning a tiny sob from the broken man.
“Cute.” He started to move his two fingers in and out, enjoying the squelching sound it made. “You have five minutes to catch your breath…and then we’re going again. Understand?”
“Ngh…y-ye-es.”
“Yes,” he shoved the fingers back into him. “What, baby?”
“Yes," Luke purred, nuzzling against him as if he were in heat. "Daddy.”
-o-
Luke woke up sore and filthy was under a large Mandalorian who was still inside of him after they had finished what was potentially their fifth round. Din was clearly awake as he was stroking over Luke’s hair and bare shoulder.
“Luke?” He murmured against his ear.
The Jedi flushed as he began to truly wake up. He gave a shy peek to him. “Uhm, morning.”
Din chuckled, “Morning.”
“I…uh…” He groaned when Din slowly pulled out. There was a familiar squelching sound as he did so. “Oh…oooh...”
That made Din chuckled, “Cute.”
Luke released another groan as he felt the cum from the previous night begin to leak out of him. “Gods.”
“You held a lot, baby.”
He muttered in embarrassment and buried his head into the pillow. “I…was not expecting that.”
“I wasn’t either.” Din confessed and kissed at the side of Luke’s face. “We need a shower.”
“I already need a nap.” Luke sniffled, hiding his face.
That earned husky laughter from the bounty-hunter, “You can have one after we get you cleaned up, little one.”
“Ugh.” He continued to bury his face into the pillow, ears red. Din saw and began to trace his lips over it. “D-Din!”
“Cute.” Din muttered again. “No more Daddy?”
“Not. Funny.”
“It’s more cute than hysterical.” He nuzzled against the blond hair. “Now, up.” He gave a little pat to Luke’s backside, earning a little glare. “Tender?”
“Yes, you nerf-herder. It was at least five times of you pounding into me.” He looked back over at himself. Groaning. “You bit me there too?”
“It was too tempting. As I said yesterday…” He pushed in closer, purring, “You have a gorgeous ass.”
“I’m going to smack you.” He growled, though sounded as threatening as a new born Tooka-kitten.
Din laughed and nipped him again as he gave a playful smack to Luke’s rump. “Up, Luke.”
A weak groan came out of Luke as the stronger, more energetic Mandalorian hoisted him into the shower. Din showed him some mercy and only scrubbed him clean, with a few pinches and strokes, and helped get him dried off.
They were back in the main portion of Din’s bedroom, getting dressed for the day and felt himself grow flushed. Din was gorgeous and Luke couldn’t help but remember that perfect body pinning him down and just taking.
It was like a dream come true.
Still…
“Din, uhm.” Luke coughed, looking away, feeling insecure again. “I wanted to apologize.”
“For what?” He paused in getting dressed, tunic long forgotten and his pants still unbuttoned and allowing an unfair peek at the tempting trail of his dark hair.
“For calling you, uh, Daddy when I was tired.”
He scowled and Luke could almost see his eyes shift back into that same focus as the night before. The Jedi gulped and quickly elaborated.
“It, I mean, it worked out…I mean,” He unconsciously touched his hip where there was one of the many bite marks residing. “But even if I was tired I don’t…I shouldn’t have said that. Saying that to someone without talking about it first or…or ensuring you’re ok with it is wrong.”
“You didn’t mean to.” Din relaxed a little. “You were exhausted.”
“You could’ve been very uncomfortable with it. That wasn’t right of me. Exhausted or not.” He rubbed at his wrist sheepishly. “I…I’ve done it before. On accident. One of my first, uhm, experiences. It ended pretty bad because of that.”
The Mandalorian stiffened, “What happened?”
“He kicked me out.” He flinched. “I deserved it. I didn’t understand it. I mean I still don’t…I don’t understand why I want…why I called you that. It slipped before and he hated it and uh…yeah. I’ve tried not to say it ever again.” He sighed. “And then I was stupid and--”
“You weren’t stupid.” Din growled. “Do not insult yourself.”
“I shouldn’t--”
“I’m not angry. If you feel the need to apologize for that, then I understand and accept it. You do not need to worry about it anymore as I clearly enjoyed it and you’re not going to be calling anyone else it again.”
Luke bit his lip, his face now red, “I-I still…”
“Baby.” He warned.
His ears went red. “I uh…still c-can’t believe I let that slip though.”
Din’s look was impassive as he approached the flustered man, coming up close, towering over him and then gave a harsh smack to the side of Luke’s right cheek. The blond yelped, jumping, eyes wide and cheeks red, “D-Din?!”
“I’ll aim directly next time.” His lips twitched in a lazy smirk. “Maybe get you over my legs. You’re cute when you’re humiliated…but calling me daddy,” he purred ang his large hand grasped against Luke’s ass, “is not something to feel shame about. You did right calling me that.”
Luke squeaked, jumping forward, accidently pressing against Din’s hardening cock. “I…”
“You did right, baby.” He comforted, his voice taking that low tenor that did something to Luke’s psyche. All he wanted to do was fall to his knees or against him and just let Din do whatever he wanted.
“Daddy,” He sighed.
Din chuckled, smirking at him, as his hand went to Luke’s cheek, his thumb brushing over his skin. “That puts you in such a perfect head-space, love.”
Luke buried his face in his hands. “Din…”
“Relax, I’m teasing. I won’t use this against you.”
He received a sulky glare of disbelief in return, “Yes, you will.”
“Yes, I will.” Din smirked and kissed him.
Luke had to sigh and kissed him right back, legs feeling weak. It felt so right being in his arms. Sighing, he pulled back to stare up blearily at the man, “Uhm…well…”
“Well?”
“You…uhm, were something.”
Din actually looked a little flustered, “We all have things we like. I really like dominating my partners.”
He shifted on his feet a moment, “I…uh, noticed and…erm…really liked it. It took me by surprise though.”
The Mandalorian shrugged, “I have felt so out of control in my life. It feels like everything I get close to was taken from me. I just want to keep the few things I have as mine under my control. It just sort of…manifests in the bedroom.”
“Oh.” Luke blinked, “that is very self-aware.”
Din chuckled, “I’ve had time to think about this.” He smiled down at Luke. “You said you weren’t sure about yours?”
The blond shook his head, looking very flustered, “No. I tried to ignore it for the most part. It didn’t…it seemed really wrong. With my age and my power and…” he looked down, “I’m not supposed to be like that.”
“You’re supposed to be yourself, Luke. You can want to be mine and call me daddy and enjoy being dominated. Who says you can’t?”
Luke groaned, miserable, and hid his face. “How can you say these things so easily?”
The man chuckled again, “Cute. I can say it because there is nothing wrong with it.” He pushed his fingers through the silken gold hair. “You haven’t had time to really think of things. I’m happy to help you understand what you like.”
The Jedi groaned, “I don’t know how to even talk to you about this.”
“Then I’ll make you scream about it.”
Luke let out a squeak, “D-Don’t say that!”
“How am I supposed to say it?”
“I-I don’t know!” He groaned again. “Force, I am pathetic.”
“You’re darling. We’ll get you used to it.” He gave Luke’s backside another pat. “Come on. We need to check on Grogu. I think we need to ensure he is plenty worn out for use to have a few more rounds tonight.”
Luke gaped at him, “A-Again?”
Din threw him a lazy smirk, “Yes, baby. Again. And again.” He then gave a tug and Luke was back in his arms, tight up against his bare chest. “You’re going to be limping more tomorrow.”
The blond gulped.
“Yes?” Din’s brow quipped.
“Y-Yes.” Luke’s heart was hammering with excitement in his chest.
“Yes, what?”
Luke managed a shy but eager smile, “Yes, Daddy.”