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Din shakes and gasps as he comes for the millionth time. His cock weeps pitifully where it swings between his legs, long ago spent. Head pressed to the mattress, little uh uh uh’s escape from his mouth with each thrust. The visor of his helmet has fogged up from his panting, and he can barely sense anything aside from the burning hot pleasure searing throughout his entire body.
A hoarse groan resonates behind him, and the large hands gripping his waist tighten and pull him back, molding hips to ass as hot cum pumps into his already weeping hole. Paz’s warm chest drapes across Din’s back as he breathes heavily, recovering from yet another orgasm. They stay like that, taking a second to cool down their overheating bodies. Din’s pleasure delirious brain wonders how difficult it would be to install a fan cooling system into a human. As their breathing steadies, Din thinks Paz may finally be done for now.
But then, Paz gives a frustrated groan, “Din- ah- I’m still-“
“It’s okay,” Din slurs slightly, he is so so tired. “Keep going, I can take it.”
Paz gives a small gasp as his hips seem move of their own accord, rolling back into Din’s heat slowly at first, then quickly picking up speed despite himself.
“Ah- mm…fuck-“ Din stutters.
With Paz shuddering softly in his ear- he must be overstimulated too- Din can’t help but think to himself how he loves Paz like this. A peek behind that toughened exterior, too clouded with his biology’s natural instincts to keep up guards. Din didn’t know until somewhat recently. Paz is human, just… a different type of human. This is one of those few times of the year where all Paz can think about is eating, breathing, and fucking. Paz is soft like this, not that Din would ever tell him that. It brings him to a more vulnerable but no less strong state of being. And Din can’t get enough of it.
Even as his body aches and pleasure becomes so overwhelming it’s almost painful. It’s worth it to have Paz’s hands on his skin, the cool beskar of his helmet nuzzling between his shoulder blades, the sugary sweet words of ‘Din, ahhh’ and ‘so good’ and ‘please’ that fall from his lips. It’s almost too easy for Din to foolishly daydream that he isn’t simply helping Paz out with a biological need, but to pretend that they are more. To pretend that they are lovers.
Paz presses into his sweet spot with every thrust, his dick is too stupidly large for it not to, fizzling his nerves, punching the breath from his lungs. Whimpering brokenly, Din’s orgasm rips through him, and kriff it hurts, but it’s so good. Quiet sniffles crackle through his audial as he tries to breathe around the overwhelming sensations running through his body. He doesn’t realize until Paz stops that he’s crying.
“Are you okay, Din’ika?” Paz asks softly, petting his side.
Din doesn’t trust himself to speak. He nods as best he can while his helmet is pressed down. The heat of Paz’s body withdraws, and Din is left shivering. Paz returns moments later, and Din finds himself gently turned over onto his back, sitting up slightly. He’s handed a cup of water, and he lifts his helmet just enough to drink from it. His hands shake, but Paz steadies them, guiding the water up to Din’s mouth. He takes greedy gulps, the cool liquid like heaven on his throat. All the while, Paz croons softly, giving him light, soothing touches.
The care and patience Paz is showing him makes his heart stick in his throat. Din reminds himself that it doesn’t mean anything. Oh, but how he wishes. It’s Paz’ mating instincts. Right now, Paz has a bone deep urge to provide and care and show that he can be a good mate. It doesn’t mean anything, he tells himself. I just happen to be the lucky one to be here. Paz praises him for finishing his water, and the sound that escapes from Din’s throat at that makes him feel pitiful.
Din glances down and groans at the sight of a whole fucking puddle of cum leaking from between his legs. He huffs a rough laugh, “You’re gonna get me pregnant at this rate.”
The sound that erupts from Paz could only be described as a broken whimper. Din regards him interestedly, head tilted. Paz shuffles forward, unable to help himself. His hips give little jerks forward, grinding that monstrous cock into nothing but air. Gladly welcoming him into his arms, Din takes Paz into his hand and presses the spongy head of his cock back up against his leaking entrance. He sinks in, pressing into twitching muscles as fried nerves are reignited.
“Mm-“ Din pants. He’s somehow only gotten more sensitive. “S-slow.”
“Are you sure you want to...?” Paz asks, even as he moans shakily. “I still have a long while left to go, I can figure out something else-“
Din growls at that. He jerks his hips up into Paz, sending that cock deeper- They groan in unison.
“Don’t need anyone else.” Din grunts. He’ll be damned if he lets anyone else see Paz like this. “I don’t care if I’ve passed out, you keep going until you’re sated.”
Paz snaps his hips into Din’s roughly, even as he says, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“C’mon Vizsla,” Din goads with a breathy chuckle, “Breed me like you mean it. Fill me up.”
“Fuck.” Paz pounds into him, arms wrapped tightly around Din’s middle as he snarls. “Mine,” his voice goes deep and gravelly. “Mine, my Din, my cyare, my mate.”
“All yours,” Din moans, head thrown back. He knows that Paz doesn’t mean it. It’s merely a product of his haze of hormones. But for now, he can pretend.