Boba woke up groggy, his body felt tingly and damp, his throat was dry and itching for water. He reached out for the glass usually next to his bed but his hand connected with warm flesh.
His eyes flew open, quickly landing on the still slumbering...still nude form of Din Djarin next to him and the memories flooded his mind. He grinned.
Well there's the reason he felt thoroughly spent.
That had hands down been one of the best nights if his life. His eyes strayed down to linger on Din's tentacles and his cock twitched. He groaned.
Four times!
He had fucked them four times and he still wanted more. The feeling as they slide over him...and in him...holy shit he had never enjoyed getting fucked in the ass more than he did by those tentacles. And sinking into the tight sleeve of the ovipositor had nearly had him begging.
'What the fuck?'
His cock was far too eager for more but something held him back and Boba just watched the man slumber, gently brushing the hair from his forehead.
Din moaned softly in his sleep, turning towards Boba and his hand flopped into Boba's lap, lightly brushing the tip of his cock by accident. His cock jerked in reply and he groaned low.
He was fucking addicted.
He traced down Din's jaw and throat, rubbing gently over the marks he had left on the man's collarbone before brushing a hand down Din's chest and stomach, tracing the dips and divots of the man's lean muscle.
Boba swallowed thickly.
Din was a beautiful man.
How could such a man give Boba any time of day let alone ride him for hours like he had. He had looked so nymph-like...so fucking perfect sinking down onto him.
And his hands...fuck those hands knew how to work his cock just as expertly as those tentacles did.
He gently took Din's hand, softly tracing over the scars on the back of it before turning it over and repeating his study, fingers running the lines of his palm, rubbing inbetween each finger and Din groaned in his sleep.
Boba held his breath for a moment and when Din didn't wake up, he let out the breath slowly, relieved. He pulled the hand up and he slowly, lightly licked over each line of the hand with his tongue.
Din moaned so, so softly and Boba joined him.
He scooted closer, pulling Din's hand between his legs, wrapping it loosely around his cock, enclosing it with his own hands and he slowly pushed forward into their combined hands while pulling them back.
He made a lewd sound in his throat at the feeling.
His hand was surprisingly soft for a man who wore gloves all the time.
Boba knew he shouldn't do this...that he should at least try to wake Din up but there was just something...strangely domestic about him sleeping this deep in front of him, completely relaxed.
And it shook him to the core.
Din trusted him.
He squeezed Din's hand tighter and groaned, thrusting again.
There were very few who trusted him...even fewer were the ones that he himself trusted, but he knew Din was one of them.
"Oh fuck..."
Then Din sighed, flexing his hand and Boba grunted loud, stilling when Din shifted in his slumber.
"Bo..ba.."
"Fuck..." he needed to keep quiet, or Din would wake up.
But hearing him sigh his name all soft and breathless like he just had? His heart was hammering in his chest and he was suddenly scrambling for his shirt...for something, bunching it up and shoving it in his mouth, clamping his teeth down hard as he continued to moan loudly.
It was...jarring that even with dragging Din's hand over his cock in a slow, agonizingly slow back and forth that he was already nearly there.
Then Din opened his mouth and his tongue...that deliciously devious tongue darted out and licked over his bottom lip before he sighed again.
Fuck. He wanted to bite that lip, to chase that tongue back into that mouth with his own.
Boba moved quickly to hunch over Din, bending the man's arm up, gripping Din's hand with both of his, pulling it towards him, bucking his hips wildly forward.
His broken moan was muffled by the fabric clenched between his teeth as he came, spilling it all over Din's chest and a few drops landing the man's chin and bottom lip.
'Holy shit.' He just...
And while Din was asleep?
That...he had never done that before.
He sat there, watching his seed trail slowly off Din's chest and he felt something inside him twist.
Why did Din trust him?
He had only wanted a decent fuck and this?
This was bordering on more than just a quick fuck.
He wanted to tease Din...to taste every inch of his flesh and then slowly fuck him awake. He wanted...
Boba wanted far too much and that made things...complicated.
He wanted to continue this, but after what he just did?
And he had a pretty little thing waiting for him.
His future wife and queen.
No place for him.
And that struck deep, prying into that one place he kept hidden.
The place that he put all his hopes and wants...that held his dreams.
His face felt hot and his eyes were burning. He had never thought...
He dragged a hand down over his face, pulling it away shocked at the sudden realization that he was crying.
Crying? Him? Over this?
He could feel panic rising in his throat and he was breathing heavily, more tears tracing down his cheeks. He felt dizzy, mind spinning as he finally let a soft sob slip from his lips.
He stood quietly, stepping back from the sleeping Din and dressed just as quietly. He couldn't even look at him.
Boba was rattled.
He ran.
/ - / - / - /
Din groaned as he came to, reaching out with a groggy, "Bo..ba?"
His hand only met cold air and his eyes flew open as he sat up in a panic. He scanned the room and didn't find the man anywhere.
Boba was gone.
Shit.
He laid a hand over his chest, noticing something wet there and groaned when he realized what it was, rubbing it between his fingers.
It was fresh which means Boba had done it just before he left.
He slumped back onto the floor, rubbing his fingers through it on his chest.
How did he do it?
Just watched him sleep and fisted his cock over and over again until he came? Had he moaned softly or did he try to muffle himself, eyes hot as they watched him slumber.
That thought made him shiver but it was quickly replaced by anger.
Why the hell didn't Boba wake him up?
He would have been more than willing to help Boba with his morning problem...although he wouldn't call that man's cock a problem any time soon.
Din's hands scrambled for the vibrator device and sighed heavily, grumbling under his breath about an insensitive jerk of a bounty hunter and his perfect fucking cock and the idiot not waking him up and god he was so fucking horny...moaning loudly as the tentacles writhed wildly, spraying everywhere, leaving him panting Boba's name like a mantra.
Boba Fett was an ass.
But Din still wanted to fuck him.
Well, there were plenty of opportunities to approach him...
The daily meeting with the council...lunch, the sparring room, or at dinner.
One thing was for sure to Din.
Boba was going to apologize for leaving him high and dry this morning.
/ - / - / - /
Din was furious with Boba now.
He hadn't showed up at the council meeting, feigning illness to which Din had snorted, knowing full well that barring that whole clone business he was in perfect health. Well as long as he took his medicine on time and Din himself made sure he didn't run out.
So he waited until lunchtime...still no Boba.
Boba's avoidance was starting to stress him out. He wanted to see him again. To hear that low gravel pitch as he growled in his ear as he-
Din dropped his head in his hands with a frustrated groan.
Talur watched his friend and king grow more confused and frustrated as the day went by.
What was wrong?
Again at dinnertime there was no Boba and now Din was jumpy, on edge as he snapped at people. In the course of a day he had been reduced to this emotional wreck.
Why?
Why was Boba avoiding him?
Had he not enjoyed their night together? Which was utter bullshit if he hadn't by the way, because he had been rather enthusiastic in discovering just how many times he could make Din's tentacles spray. All while flashing that iconic smug smirk of his.
Had Boba found himself suddenly disgusted with Din? Again...bullshit. That man had come three times the first time he had sunk his cock into Din's tentacles. And he still stayed...even after getting said cock milked by an ovipositor and his ass fucked by those same tentacles.
Was it because of Yuli? No, it couldn't be that. Because Yuli, being the absolute greatest woman alive, had given them her blessing to sleep together.
No. This was something else. But what?
Din was confused by Boba's strange behavior. He had pursued Din so relentlessly to now...just give up?
Oh no. Boba Fett was going to explain himself and then he was going to fuck Din into the next day...again as his apology.
Talur approached him after he ate in his study, sighing. "Sire?"
"What, Talur?"
"Is there something I can help you with?"
"Not unless you can figure out how to make Boba Fett appear. I don't even know where his rooms are."
"Fett?"
Din shifted in his seat but didn't explain. Talur rolled his eyes.
"What is it, Din? You can tell me, you know that right? I can keep a secret."
"We might have...slept together last night. Boba and I."
Talur's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. "M-might have or did?"
"Did."
