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There was a hurriedness carried in the cadence of Boba's voice. Strangely hoarse, thick with what Glint could only, and albeit correctly, assume to be lust. The other man's fingers pressed into the meat of his chest, and the desire they conveyed as Boba pulled himself as close as he could into the arc of his spine. Glint grunted at the feeling of his lover's slicked cock slide a bit higher, and another pulse of fresh arousal ached like a bolt to the gut. Glint's body was reacting a lot faster than his own brain, but he was becoming and more aware between the huffs of Boba's labored breath.
"Mmph," Glint mumbled, and he brought his hands up to rest over Boba's. He carefully eased them from his breast, and the cold air being pushed through the ship's cabin stung the crescents the other man's trembling fingers left behind.
"I woke you," He repeated the accusation, and carefully rolled over between Boba's arms. His eyes had adjusted just enough to make out the features of the man he now faced, whose expression was a mix of frustration and something else. A wildness that reminded Glint of a feral animal. He frowned thoughtfully, and languidly brought an arm around Boba's torso, just beneath where his shirt bunched up high. Glint grinned sleepily as his own calloused hands touched more of Boba's sweat soaked skin. "You had a dream and I woke you."
He didn't need to ask. There was no reason to, except for the mild amusement it would bring him to see Boba glower at him for being purposefully obtuse. He unfortunately could never help himself.
"Sorry," Glint chuckled, and he slowly brought his hand down Boba's back. "I must have interrupted a very important dreamâŚ" he traced tover the dip of Boba's waist, and the curve of his hip. His fingers paused just underneath the band of the other man's underwear, his thumb petting over the smooth skin of Boba's v-line. "⌠if it left you like this."
Glint leaned a little closer, lips brushing against the upturned scar that made up the permanent snarl of Boba's mouth.Â
Another fresh wave of heat washed over Boba's faceâ embarassment, lust, frustration, it was mattering less and less. Though he restrained himself again, holding his breath behind his teeth as Glint's hands came to rest over his own. Waiting for the unspoken go ahead or rejection, either. It didn't take too much to pry the 'claws' out though, Boba's fingers were quick to fold in with Glint's and grip tight even as the rest of him eased up. Well. A little. Just a bit. There was only so much he could manage.
His hands were loosed, but Glint rolled over before they could find purchase where they'd left off, and suddenly Boba no longer even had the luxury of being unseen. There he was, his state on full display: a still freshly woken haze lingered in his eyes, dulled by lust and sharpened only with the same wildness Glint clocked in less than a second, and color darkened his face even in the dim shelf lights.
And yes, Glint was also right about another thing: the obtuseness was riling him right up. Every sleepy repetition made his him grumble lowly in not-quite-confirmation, because of course it sounded very stupid and obvious being repeated back nearly verbatim. Yes, he had a dream, and yes, technically, Glint did wake him up. "Mmrgh. Yes. You did." His eyes locked on Glint's, heavy lidded and soft and that same warm dark brown that had glistened down at him playfully in the dream. And he couldn't look away.
But before he could even think to call Glint out on playing stupid on purpose, the man's touch across his skin made him shudder. The rough callouses were magnified threefold with how sensitive he'd riled himself up into being, and each inch they stroked too softly down his back felt like dragging ripples through a pond.
He nudged his leg up against Glint's, drawing them closer. He could feel his cock slide up into the crook of hip, far too comfortably, and his breath eased out steadily. If Glint hadn't noticed before, he surely did now.
"It... It wasn't the dream you interruptedâ" He exhaled, his head slowly tilting back as Glint began toying his way down the front. Muscles tensed and shuddered under the touch, all the way down until he left his thumb peeking under the waist of his underwear. And no lower. Boba rolled gently into those little smoothing strokes, dragged his nails down Glint's back, managed to hold back a less dignified noise urging him to just keep going.
"Nnh..." He leaned his jaw to meet Glint's lips against his scar. "... You." He reached a hand up into Glint's hair, tracing random shapes the edge of his nails along his scalp before tangling himself in the loose waves. And then he pulled him into a messy, lazy, hot kissâ or kisses. One rolled into the next seamlessly, he didn't even pull away to speak, and his words mumbled out soft and slurred against Glint's mouth. "Who else...?" Only then did he pull awayâ and only barelyâ his teeth still skating Glint's lower lip.
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ă It's dark, and the air is heavy with the scent of sweat and the spice that lingers in the private rooms at the back of seedy establishments. He can't quite remember how he got in this scenario, but a tug to his curls at the base of his skull is enough to get him to pay attention. Calloused fingers dig deeper into subtle flesh, his body rocking into heat, hot and wet, as desperate hands cling to him, pull him closer, crashing their faces together into a messy kiss before he can look to close.
It's hard to think about anything, his mind filling with static at every thrust and stutter of his hips, and every brush of teeth against his skin, and sharp nails threaten to break the skin of his back. A voice let's out a wanton moan, and in the symphony he can't tell who's it is, but the shiver rushes through his body like wild fire and god- he's so close- he just need's too â. ă
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For someone so very asleep, he surely wasn't getting rest.
Boba gasped hard as his head was yanked back sharply by the hairâ and the very unexpected flare of arousal that came with it, that was something... new. But he recovered quick, and growled as the demand for his attention was rewarded.
Handsomely. His hands found their hips, and he bucked hard against them in a reflex, a challenge, he didn't feel until it was done. The heat, the fullness welling in his stomach.
No. He didn't know how he got here, who he was here with, and normally that would have pitted in his gut with paranoia rather than anything close to this. But having enough brain for paranoia was not a problem at that moment. His mind was lost in in a safety it was far too quick to accept, a whirl of a faceless, placeless daze. Hips slamming and skin breaking under nails, sweat beading on them both as their kisses muffled moans with inelegant hunger. He felt teeth cut on his lip in the rush.
There was nothing gentle about it, it was wild, devouring, goaded on from both sides like a game that could be won. Or maybe just a means to an end, release for the sake of need, he wasn't even sure; the details had long since been left behind. Until the sound. It was a voice he could almost place, something his brain had just enough left in it to latch onto, want, need to know, only for the damned thing to maddeningly slip from his grasp just as quickly when the 'spar' began to falter, voices tangled inseparably, movements shook and clung to the last of what they hadâ
Boba gasped himself awake.
Kark. Fuck. What theâ
That was... damn it. He rolled his hips against the miserably insufficient weight of his blanket, which was tossed and thrown about him in a mess, leaving his cock painfully hard and the overly-chilled air of his ship prickling under every bead of sweat.
Great. He was not going to get much sleep at this rate, even as he tried to steady his breathing. For a moment he wondered what... oh. Whatever flush he was already smothered in darkened a shade out of pure exasperation. He tossed the racy book he had been reading off to the other side of the bed with a groan, and dragged both hands down his face.
Well. Good job. Yep. He did that to himself.
He wasn't just going to wait it out. No reason. He slid his hand down fast. His underwear was shoved aside brusquely, not that it was doing much anyway. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, ran his other hand through his hair, and wasted no time in fucking the precum-slicked circle of his fingers steadily. At first, at least. Flitters of the faceless dream begged at the black of his vision. His pace grew, chased after what had been, until he was rutting hard against his own fist. His other hand made it to his mouth just barely in time for his teeth to drive hard into his wrist bone and smother the embarrassingly needy moan that left him.
When he had defeated Moff Gideon in order to rescue Grogu from the Imp's clutches, Din had won the right to carry the saber in question. The Darksaber. He only really knew of it now because Bo Katan had nearly had a conniption when he arrived to the pilot's chambers carrying the dark-infused weapon that belonged at one point to her clan.
That weapon now was the stars-damned heaviest thing he had ever carried or utilized in battle. And to make matters worse, he got plenty of dreams from the spirits of old kings. Joy.
"I had no other choice," Din wasn't even sure why he was arguing, Boba wasn't punishing him for this. "I know it sounds crazy, but I've been getting. Weird dreams."
And part of why he wanted to share this with Fett was because one of those old Manda'lor's in his restless dreams looked an awful lot like Boba.
There was a moment, then Boba shook his head and smirked under his helm. 'No other choice' was a choice of words, but again, this wasn't judgement or punishment. "Then so be it. No putting it back now."
Namely, the tone of Din's voice carried a different kind of mood, and he had clearly come to him with some other purpose, or the sword was of unknown origin, given he probably had more 'authoritative' armorers and smiths to turn to help for within his aliit.
He assumed so, anyway.
Strange dreams, was it? Well, it was hardly something he could judge even if he had wanted to. "... I've heard of much crazier. Come. Show it to me." He stepped up closer, unknowing of the exact reasoning for the visit. "What kind of dreams could you be having to make you think it's haunted?"
The Princess of Alderaan slides onto his lap as he pilots his ship. Her weight shifting higher and higher on top of him. Her hands slide up around his neck. Laying a kiss upon his helmet and whispering lustfully into Boba Fetts ear. "My hero..."
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Her weight pressed his armor tight to his chest as her thighs wrapped around his hips, wrapping him in every limb with amorous warmth. Her presence was heavy despite how petite she was against him. For a moment, all that was visible were soft lidded brown eyes and the press of lipstick smudged across his visor, blurring the smile that had left it.
The dreaminess was strange and immediate. His brain clouded.
"!"
Boba's eyes fluttered open. He sat up so damned fast that his hair fell in a mess over his eyes, and he had to push the curls back to doubly make sure he was where he actually was. Blink. Blink. Yeah, his bed, not the pilot's seat. Alone, not with...
... Her Highness Leia Organa? A senator and princess of a dead planet, crawled up into his lap all doting and whispering for him. The thought just sat bluntly in his his head as he forced himself to wake up the rest of the way.
Then, he actually almost laughed at how karking ludicrous it was.
Organa had made it clear how she viewed Solo's rightful punishment at his hands, her idealism about his new brand of 'heroics' outweighing the plain truth of debt and consequence. He had stood across from her in Cloud City, and beside her cause's greatest enemy. He had thought the way she was treated and forced to dress at Jabba's whims utterly repugnant rather than any kind of alluring, much like all the other slaves, but he was confident that she saw him as no more than the other unchained ilk among the palace for simply being there. Fair enough.
Yeah. No. It was meaningless nonsense, although the specificity caught him off-guard. He had respect for her well enough to know she'd sooner plant a blaster under his helmet than a kiss, or dare let the word 'hero' cross her lips about him. And he had respect enough for her to knock the butt of his palm at his temple and click his tongue in admonishment of his own brain's nonsense. Meaningless as dreams were.
"Tion gar vaabi?" He hissed.
Boba still shifted uncomfortably as the simple biology of blood being where it was when someone slept sorted its damned self out. Maybe soon enough he could get back to a preferably dreamless night.
His attack slowed suddenly with a soft grunt at that 'hey', and for a moment he froze still; his teeth lingered in the curve of Glint's throat just long enough to leave tiny indentations, waiting, feeling, and finally the bite was replaced by a breathy, lazy kiss of silent acknowledgement and relief when he felt the hand on his thigh. So warm, he knew it was just because of the sweat but Glint was so warm. He could feel the marks he left and the vibration of Glint's sleepy laugh against his lips.
"I had a dream, you woke me up," he growled low, his own voice just as rough with sleep, rumbling into Glint's skin before tilting his head so that his lips brushed against the other man's ear. He didn't even catch his own slip up. Not when he was nestled into the familiar comfort of Glint's mess of hair warmed by his own breath. No damned point being coy anyway given he was boiling under his own second-wind arousal pooling heavily across the bow of his adonis belt. Which was pressed up even more into the small of Glint's back when Boba softly rolled his hips to try and quell the hungry ache in his gut. "Iâ"
Except, this was going to be a new one. Outright saying in words that he dreamt so hard of them fucking that he came without even being awake for it, probably without even touching himself? Yeah, not something he had loaded and ready to go. A beat passed, and he let his fingerpads massaged the soft sleepy muscles of Glint's chest before digging his nails in again.
... Though, again, he probably didn't have to say it. Glint wasn't stupid, and he was only going to get less stupid the more he actually woke up. He knew damned well that his underwear was ratting him out as his cock strained against the wet and utterly defeated fabric, finding far too comfort able a fit in the curve of his lover's ass. His shirt was rolled up just under his breast, and it felt all twisted and tight around his ribs now, clearly the result him rolling and rustling and moaning through imaginary sex. How had Glint not woken upâ nevermind, of course he didn't.
"What does it feel like?" He growled again as he pulled himself more into Glint, nose in his hair. Smelled nice. But the sarcasm was a very, very poor mask when his voice was just barely, imperceptibly more desperate to his own ears. His teeth grit in some reflexive attempt soothe his own pride.
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When did it start, this mix of moans and broken words? Unintelligible swears and breathy begging; firm fingers digging into the dips of his hips, gripping him tight as his insides were passionately ravaged?
Boba couldnât remember past the heat, past this feeling. His head was static and steady pleasure; Mandoâa murmured into his neck in whispered promises.
Grinning lips grazed lazily against Boba's ear, teeth tugging at the lobe in the way only he knew how. Somehow smug, always so karking smug. It got a reaction out of him, it always did: a little gasp that Boba always tried to hide behind a growl of annoyance. But not now. Nowâ oh Providenceâ the sensation of it ignited his nerves like a flame over his skin, spreading over his scalp before cascading down his spine like rapids. He arched up into the man above him, dug blunt nails down strong muscles as ecstasy continued to climb.
Harder, fasterâ
Was Boba begging? Screaming? Did his mouth even work? He must have been. Why was he going so steady, so easy, picking him apart so damned tenderly when he needed to feel him? Do it harderâ Boba moaned through a snarl.
Fuck fuckâ
Gedetâyeâ
Make me cum make me cum make me cumâ
[//glintudesla â happy Sinday lmao]
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Harder, fuck, pleaseâ
Nails drove deeper, demanding like a beast what his voice was too useless to manage despite how much of it he could hear rattling his own ears. His breath heaved in his chest as Glint's smile curled against his ear, as the man rolled his hips against him in slow steady ruts. He was doing it on purpose, the bastard, and Boba was fighting tooth and nail for his pride in not admitting even to himself that it was doing something for him, that fighting off the urge to beg was dragging him closer than he expected.
Luckily, his brain wasn't making words anymore, so begging wasn't much of a threat.
He felt stars dancing and teasing at the corners of his vision. Gedetâye, gedetâyeâ but all that came out was wordless pathetic desperation he could only barely stifle in timeâ with the sharps of his teeth digging into Glint's shoulder.
"Nnghaâ" Damn it, words. He bit harder, felt the give of skin and the taste of sweat, before pulling away from the marks with a faint pop, grabbing Glint closer by the hair as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, growling hard into his ear, "N-nar dral'shyaaaâah!" Make me, make me, makeâ
He bucked hard against Glint, please please please, and Glint seemed far too stupidly gleeful about answering him with a soft laugh that pooled boiling hot against his jaw, and a sudden wild rut of victoryâ that Boba hadn't given up to him yet, damn it, but oh, his grip on it slipped, his body was at Glint's mercy as the rocking ground his back hard into the bed like he weighed damned nothing andâ andâ
Cold air flooded his lungs. And he was awake.
Awake, yes, with fingers viced around the pillow that was not Glint's hair, thighs trembling with only the blanket between them, stars that chased him from the depths of sleep to blot out his vision.
It took a good minute or so for his senses to slug back to him, for him to realize he was actually somewhere else, only for him to swallow hard and slide his hand down to check what absolutely did not need checking.
Kriffing hellâ
"Ngh, youâ" He swallowed dryly, and rolled his head to see... Glint next to him. Snoring. Naked, but that was normal because the man had a talent above anyone else in the galaxy for somehow disrobing mid-REM cycle, and very clearly having not been cock-deep in him a second ago besides that.
He slipped his clean hand over his face. In his sleep? Really? He was used to random annoying spikes in libido, but frustration and embarrassment simmered languidly in his chest. He tried to settle, even himself out, think about how best to climb over his boyfriend without waking him so he could get to the damned 'fresher, but something about the dream clung to him. Something about how the the man he loved, the back of his calf pressed to Boba's sleepily, still felt star-hot against the freezing air of the ship.
As soon as his body was supposed to be calmed down and over it, you know, like normal, it wasn't.
He moaned softly, rolled over as his breath hissed through his teeth. He pulled Glint back against him, nails pressed into Glint's breast, the other's spine flush to his chest and hips. He could barely feel the sticky underwear between them as he pressed up against Glint's very bare ass, and it was only making him harder.
Damn it. Kisses and bites and growls ever so slightly ravaged the other man's jaw and throat to 'test' how awake he was.
5 out of 5: had an orgasm in their sleep. Bastard.
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"... And you picked it up. And took it with you."
Okay. He wasn't sure what he expected, honestly; the other Mando was practically magnetized to things that got him in trouble as he was coming to learn. Still, haunted was a strange word in his mind. The sort of death and afterlife he was raised with was one that certainly didn't stick around attached to things.
Well, that was the idea, anyway. The far marchâ it was in the name.
He sighed and crossed his arms, still all too ready to deal with it. After all, they had shared worse problems. Probably. Though, he still had a question. "Alright. Haunted how."
Halfway through a typical job, before he gets the capture prisoners up on and into his ship, they stop. Colliding bodies, their rear pressing against his groin with a soft wiggle. The dream prisoner turns, face is shadowed (like most dreams tend to do.) Their only feature seen is a bright, wide smile and a pink tongue that darts out to run along their lush lips. "Would you allow me too pay off my own bounty?"
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Even in his dream, Boba takes the attempted 'fender-bender' with remarkable exasperation, a restrained sigh, and a glance upwards.
"... No."
He wakes with a start that catches uncomfortably in the back of his nose, and the dreamworld snaps back to nothing more than the slate durasteel ceiling above his bunk.
...
Ugh. Now he's annoyed and awake. Of all the things to dream about, it has to be memory over any sort of actual desire. Not as if more than a couple bounties haven't tried to be stupid like that at him, like it'd work suddenly.
He rolls right over and shoves the pillow over his head. Yeah, great, thanks for the interruption, he's going back to sleep now.
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