#clone commando ordo

When Ordo gets a new kama, Fi gets a new idea. A very bad idea. One that’s so bad it might just loop back around into being good.

💖For OrdoMaze. Spicy or not spicy, your choice <3

Thank you for the ask friend 🥰 I initially misread it as you giving me the same prompt I gave you, so I wrote you TWO OrdoMaze fics 🤣 Posting a snippet of one here and linking them both below.

💖- rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

Ordo allows for his head to be taken in a grip that could crush bones, blaster-calloused fingers tangling in the not-so-short, not-so-regulation hair at the back of his head. Maze is surprisingly gentle about it. He’s not so gentle about pressing his mouth to Ordo’s. Teeth clack together and beard stubble scrapes against Ordo’s chin, rubbing the skin raw in a matter of seconds. Ordo tries to pull away, but Maze won’t let him, Maze follows him and clutches his bottom lip between his teeth and shoves his tongue in Ordo’s mouth and that makes Ordo moan, it’s good, so Ordo contends himself with the thought that he can always just wear his helmet around Kal’buir to avoid awkward questions about the beard burn on his face. Of course that won’t work, but he can dream. His nose hurts like bruised by the time Maze pulls back, lips spit-slick and swollen. “I told you to be quiet,” Maze growls, the words low vibrations that go straight to Ordo’s crotch. “I was being quiet.” Ordo can’t help it, his blacks under his codpiece feel slick and warm, so he just has to rut up into Maze’s welcome weight. He gasps. Maze feels glorious above him. “May I remind you that it was you who decided to give me an impromptu lap dance?” Maze’s grin is a dangerous sharp white glint in the low light of the library. “Oh, you think this is a lap dance, soldier? It’s not - it’s a ride that’s gonna take us both straight to hell. Now, try to keep quiet this time. Behave.”

Rough Kiss on Ao3