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"Is this really necessary?" Dogma huffs at Tup as he finishes zipping up his shirt.

"Absolutely. This may be a natborn holiday, but it's Ahsoka's favorite."

Tup is already in his outfit. He had it on when he cornered Dogma in the barracks.

"Why does it have to be this costume though? Couldn't I be more.." Dogma flops his hands into his lap trying to think of the word.

"More cute? More handsome? More cuddleable? Even more lovable?"

Tup knows Dogma is pouting even though he can't see it. When he's done fiddling with Dogma's costume he comes around to the front. There are two final pieces left of the costume.

"Now you have a choice." Dogma perks up at that, "Which tail would you like to wear? There is not a wrong answer, it is what you'd be most comfortable with."

Tup produces two tails. The actual tails look physically the same. Both dark brown and fluffy but when they hit the light they have a bluish glint to them. Dogma has no idea where Tup got them. He reaches out and touches the fur. They're both soft and silky, not rough and made of cheap materials like other fake fur materials he's seen.

The only difference between the two is how they would attach to him. There's a small slit in the bottoms of the outfit that the tail would come out from. One has clips that would clip on to his undershorts or the costume itself. Dogma bites his lip at the base of the other one. It is a longer plug that is curved to sit inside him. He looks up at Tup.

"No one would know which one you chose, that's why they're identical." Tup leans in close and places a kiss right below his ear, "That is unless you want them to know and have them pull on your tail." He purrs.

Tup pulls back slightly to read Dogma's face. His partner is biting his lip either at the thought of the others teasing him all night or from Tup purring in his ear. To reassure Dogma's brain that there isn’t a wrong choice, Tup continues.

"Though we can play with that another time in a smaller group than a large party if you're not comfortable with it tonight."

Dogma meets Tup's eyes and all he sees is honesty and admiration in them. His eyes flick back down to Tup's hands and dart back and forth between the two options. Finally he settles on one. His cheeks start to redden as he refuses to make eye contact with Tup. He's gotten better about it since they first became partners back on Kamino and then with the rest of Torrent Company when they joined the group's relationship. Though during more daring endeavors like this one he can't help falling back on the old compulsion.

"I'd like to do the plug one, please."

Tup smiles and sets the tails down. He brings one hand to the back of Dogma's neck to ground him. The other he lightly grips Dogma's chin to tilt his head up to make him make eye contact.

"Are you sure?" Tup questions. He's always on top of asking this to tell if Dogma is trying to choose the answer he thinks the other party would want. Instead of the option Dogma would actually prefer.

Dogma's cheeks darken more, "Yes, I'd like that one."

Tup smiles softly at him and kisses him. He's always proud when Dogma asks for his own wants.

"Well then let's get you out of these bottoms and I'll prep you."

Dogma lays back on the bed and lifts his hips for Tup to pull his pants and shorts down. He pulls the top up to just below his chest, not wanting to get anything on it. He's glad Tup had it be short sleeved otherwise he'd be too hot while Tup prepares him.

Tup grabs the lube from the drawer under their bunk. He places the chosen tail next to Dogma on the bed. Taking a moment, he appreciates Dogma splayed out before him. Legs parted just for him and he places a kiss to each inner thigh making Dogma squirm at the gentleness.

Tup spills some lube onto his fingers and rubs them together to warm it up. It's always easier for Dogma of he doesn't have the shock of the cold temperature on his skin. Once it's warm enough, he circles Dogma's hole before slipping one finger in.

Between all of their partners, they could all easily start with two fingers. However, it's easier on Dogma's sensory issues to start with one and work your way up. Once Dogma's walls are thoroughly coated as much as the one finger could do, Tup adds a second.

Dogma's head falls back with a stifled moan. He is half hard and trying to will it away. Tup is just preparing him for a plug, nothing more. At least that's what he presumed. Tup on the other hand had a different idea.

To help relax Dogma for the evening and have him more comfortable with the tail, Tup plans to coax an orgasm out of Dogma. He'll make sure to milk more out of him at the end of the night when he's sure Dogma will be begging for all of them to fuck him after all the teasing he's in for.

Tup scissors his fingers and Dogma fists the sheets trying to ignore how good Tup's fingers are. He whimpers when Tup curls them and brushes his prostate.

Looking up from watching Dogma twitch and his fingers disappear into him, Tup sees Dogma biting his lip, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut. Wanting none of that and for his love to enjoy this, Tup bends forward and licks a strip up Dogma's cock.

Dogma can't help from bucking and letting out a gasp at the contact. His eyes fly open and he looks down at Tup who is grinning at him.

"I- I thought you were just prepping me?" He stutters.

"Who says that prepping can't be a bit of fun?" Tup fires back.

Dogma huffs at him, more so because doesn't have a good retort back than anything else. Instead he spreads his legs more to give Tup more room and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable.

Tup rubs his thumb over his hip waiting for Dogma's signal to continue. He keeps his fingers still inside him while Dogma adjusts. After a moment passes where Dogma doesn't move, Tup meets his eyes and Dogma gives a small nod.

He keeps his hand on Dogma's hip to keep him still when he wants. Tup does another lick up his cock before tonguing Dogma's slit. Curling his fingers at the same time, a stifled moan passes through Dogma's bitten lip.

Tup knows his partner inside and out. He knows all the spots that drive Dogma wild and can have him sobbing and begging in minutes. This however is relaxed and at a decent pace. He could take it slower, but he's fully aware of Dogma then worrying about the time. That'd take away the whole point of getting him to relax before the stimulation of a large social event.

He pours some more lube on his fingers and thrusts back in aiming directly for that spot where he just barely brushes Dogma's prostate. At the same time he takes just the head of Dogma's cock into his mouth.

"T-tup!" Dogma's breathy moan is like music to his ears every time.

Tup grins with a mouthful of cock. With the added lube, he slides a third finger in. His lover tries to cant his hips, but Tup holds him down firmly. He tongues the base of Dogma's head how he likes and builds a slow rhythm with his fingers. Every pull back of his fingers he spreads them, not forgetting the other objective here. Then every thrust back in he aims directly at the spot that makes Dogma's toes curl.

Another minute passes by when Dogma loses the resolve to try to stifle his moans. He moans and whines as Tup edges him closer. There's no need to be quiet in their bunkroom or if they were even in the larger barracks. But he'll always remain self conscious at the beginning of every session.

Tup takes him all the way into his mouth and swallows. Dogma keens and moves his hands into Tup's hair. His hair wasn't in a specific style for Tup's own costume, so it doesn't matter if he messes it up. He's on edge when Tup hums around him and strokes his prostate. That was the last thing he needed before spilling down Tup's throat.

Tup planned this if Dogma had chosen this option as it completely reduced the fear of getting any on the shirt of the costume. He closes his eyes enjoying the warmth in his throat as he swallows every drop from Dogma. Once Dogma's hands go slack in his hair, Tup pulls off and rests his head against Dogma's leg as he waits.

Several minutes later when Tup knows Dogma wouldn't get overstimulated, he slides his fingers out. Drawing a gasp from his lover. He coats the plug end of the tail and slowly slides it in.

Dogma whines at the feeling. He didn't notice that the plug was the exact size of Tup's cock and curved to touch right below his prostate. Any time he'd walk tonight it'll brush against it. He's going to make Tup stay with him all night so he can cover up any of Dogma's reactions.

Once in place, Tup gives it a tug to be sure everything is set. He bites back a grin at Dogma's moan. With everything done he gets up to wash his hands and bring back a cloth to clean up Dogma.

He returns to Dogma relaxed and curled on his side. The tail splayed out behind him. He smiles, always loving seeing Dogma like this. Tup sits on the bed in front of Dogma. He lifts the top thigh and wipes the small excess of lube that's spread onto his cheeks and between his thighs.

Next, he lightly cups Dogma's cock and gently cleans him with the wet cloth. Wiping away any hint of Tup's saliva or his own precum. He throws the towel in the direction of the laundry shoot and works on getting the pants onto him. Dogma not much help other than lifting his legs for him to maneuver.

Before dragging the pants all the way up, he loops the tail through the slit in the pants. He pulls it through and then works the pants the rest of the up until everything is secure. He made sure to tuck Dogma's cock up under the waist of the pants and shirt in case he gets hard from the tail teasing him.

All said and done he lays in front of Dogma smiling and holds his hand. The other running through Dogma's hair and he tries not to coo at him leaning into the touch like an actual tooka. They'll put their boots on before they leave. Otherwise there's still one last piece to the costume.

"We still have one more piece, but we can lay here for another 5 more minutes until we need to get up and finish getting ready."

Dogma nods and Tup wraps his arms around him. Dogma turns his head so his ear is pressed over Tup's heart. He knows Tup will keep track of the time for them and he lays there relaxed in his partner's arms.

5 minutes later they detangle and sit up. Tup grabs the final piece of the costume and Dogma squints at him.

"I knew it was happening, but didn't realize they'd be just as fluffy as the tail."

Tup does a version of his puppy dog eyes that the rest of their partners can never resist. "But they match your hair and tail perfectly!"

Dogma rolls his eyes, but it lacks the annoyance that gesture usually has.

"Alright, put them on me."

Tup happily follows the order. When he pulls back to make sure the ears are even he lets out a coo.

"Yup, this costume made you even more cuddleable. Dogma, you look so cute. You're like one of those feral tookas on Coruscant. The ones that can be cuddly and allow pets one moment and the next they can scratch your eyes out."

Dogma crosses his arms and shakes his head. The ears stay in their place.

"Fine, but you all owe me for this."

Tup smiles and pulls him up off the bed.

"Anything you want, the others will agree."

He kisses Dogma who can't help but give a small smile and they head to the door to head to the party. Dogma doing his best to ignore the tail.

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Dogma didn't know why he kept coming back here.

The city was loud, vast and full of people who didn’t even look at each other. Coruscant was no home for a clone.

And yet, it was the only thing that felt like home - because she was here.

He had met her on a rainy evening.

His unit was on patrol in the lower city. The neon lights reflected in the wet streets as he walked past a small, nondescript cantina.

And there she stood.

With a smile that felt like it cut through the fog.

‘You look like you could use a break,’ she said.

Dogma blinked at her. No one just talked to a clone like that.

‘I’m on duty,’ he replied curtly.

She shrugged her shoulders. ‘So, I don’t vote a cup of kaffir as breaking the rules.’

Dogma didn’t know why he was getting involved. But he did. And one cup became two.

One night, it became a home.

She showed him a side of the city he had never known.

The hidden gardens between the skyscrapers. The small alleyways where street musicians played. The cafés where people met because they wanted to - not because it was an order.

‘You always act like you don’t belong,’ she said one evening as they sat beside each other on a bridge.

‘Because I don’t.’

She turned to him and looked him straight in the eye.

‘Dogma, you’re here. You’re here now. So you belong here.’

He hadn’t believed it. Not immediately.

But every time she intertwined her fingers with his, every time she looked at him as if he were more than just a soldier - he began to feel it.

A home he had never expected The battles came and went. The wars raged on.

But she was always waiting for him.

No matter how long he was away or how broken he felt when he returned, she was always there.

‘There is no place where I belong,’ he said quietly one night.

She put her hand on his chest, right over his heart.

‘Yes, there is. Here.’

And Dogma realised that home was not a place.

Home was a feeling. The home was her.

And for the first time in his life, he believed there was more to him than the war.

There was love. There was her. And that was enough.

Rushed, messy but full of something you had never felt before in a man: pure want. He needed this. He needed the way your lips molded against his, he needed the feeling of your hands trailing up from behind the back of his neck to his cheeks and just holding him. For him it felt like oxygen, swallowing your sweet little sighs as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.

You felt yourself shiver, a silent victory and desire that fuelled your reaction. This should have happened ages ago. He had been watching you just as much as you had been watching him. Always tiptoeing around each other in the hangar until he came to see you today. You were excited and felt wanted. His stomach was in knots, heart racing and he felt on fire. You had parted your mouth and with hunger and hesitancy, you slowly brushed your tongue against his lower lip.

Oh fuck.

Dogma jerked away, eyes wide in shock and surprise and you felt panic rain down on you like a cold shower. “D-Dogma I’m sorry, was that too much?”

He stared at you, not once blinking with his arms down to his sides as you stared back, almost horrified.

He didn’t budge, didn’t even reply until some bolt of courage ran through him and he marched back up to you, grabbing a hold of you and pinning you against the wall with your arms above your head.

“Dogma!” You gasp, wide-eyed but not at all frightened. Before you could ask what it was he was doing, his mouth was back on yours but this time it was harsher than before and hungry. So fucking hungry.

Open mouthed, he savages your lips as he slips his tongue against yours and you have to do everything in your power to not collapse as your knees begin to buckle.

Dogma felt you give a delirious moan as his tongue danced against yours, the feeling of your wet and hot tongue gave him senses of ecstasy and even more so when he felt you rut against him ever so slightly.

Soon enough, you both pulled away and heavy panting. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You breathed in response, a daze in your eyes as you felt your body twitch all over.

Dogma felt his confidence skyrocket for a second until you took his hand and led him to what could only be your bedroom.

You're kissing him again, hands against his chest and teasingly pushing back until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he goes tumbling onto your mattress. He stares up at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you slowly peel your clothes away from your skin, making sure to tease him.

The length in his pants was unmissable. You had heard rumors from your friends that Clones were heavenly blessed with such a feature and you were possibly moments away from seeing it. But then, you saw his face.

Innocent. So innocent.

You tilt your head to the side and smile softly at him and despite being completely exposed, you had never felt so warm. You certainly had never felt so enamored by a man. “Dogma?”

He looks up at you, trickles of sweat drops glistening along his tattoo. “Yes?”

Slowly, you step towards him until you’re close enough to place your hands either side of the bed and seductively crawl over the top of him until your face is inches away from his. “Have you done anything like this before, sweetheart?”

“No.” He speaks, voice shaking with the word.

“Then what is it you what?” You hum, grazing yourself lips along his jaw. “My lips on you and caressing every inch of your skin?”

He sighs into you, his nose against your shoulder and softly inhaling the scent of your hair. “P-please.”

“Dogma,” you whisper his name like a prayer as your lips trail up towards his ear, “I’ll help you forget everything you’ve suffered. I’ll show you what pleasures your body can go through.”

The clone trembles beneath you, his cock throbbing behind the fabric of his blacks as you tease him with sweet-nothings. His hands finally make a move, coming up to your bare waist and trailing along the length of your body. “My pain… my suffering won’t end.” His voice was timid but the sad truth behind his reality of life pangs your heart like a blaster bolt.

“Then let me help you. I’ll give you all of me. Taste me, sweetheart. Let me fix your tender heart.” You nibble tantalisingly gently at his ear, moving one hand to cup his cheek as you pull away and look at him lovingly in the eyes. “Taste me. Feel me. Find out what makes me moan and what makes me scream your name.”

Dogma’s chest heaved with great trepidation. Could he go through with this? After all the times he dissed his brothers for breaking the rules about attachments? Here you were, willing to give him everything. Him.

Fuck it. What does he have to lose?

He lunges forward and captures your lips against his, flushing your nude and luxurious body down to his as he kissed you with such passion and need that he had you breathless in a matter of seconds.

“I want you. I want you more than anything.” He ushers against your lips before his lips start attacking your neck sensationally.

“You have me, I’m here.” You moan as you feel him suck on that delicate part of your neck.

He becomes drunk at the taste of you. Just the taste of your skin alone was causing his mind to whirlwind and didn’t even grasp the words that were about to pour out of his mouth.

“Sit on my face, mesh’la.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks and your pussy throbs in excitement and he stops kissing your neck and pulls back to read your expression. “Sorry, was that too forward?”

A smirk grows on your glowing face and you push against his chest so he is laying flat on the bed before moving up on him even more. “I’d be glad to take a seat somewhere more… comfy?” You waggle your brows at him and a wide smile plasters his features and watches as you kneel just over his face, warm breathing fanning at your exposed heat.

He grasps onto your thighs, slowly lowering you and you feel your mouth water as you gaze down at him, seeing him between your legs with lust filled eyes. “Come here honey, let me taste you.”

You let out a yelp when you suddenly are pulled down by the hips, firmly seating yourself onto his face. Instinctively, you brace forward and your hands grip your headboard as he gives a perilously slow lick against your core.

“Oh, kriff Dogma,” you breathily whine as the Clone drags his tongue deep between your folds, lapping up every drop of your dripping arousal that he craved.

Moaning against your pussy, Dogma sent shock waves of pleasure throughout your core. “You taste so good.” He grumbles with a low growl, his thoughts speaking for him. When his tongue swirls around your clit, you instinctively grind your hips down, pressing your pussy further against his hot mouth.

He moans again, pleased that he was taking what you desired from him. For someone who was so shy, so reserved, he was fucking filthy. You hazard a guess that he was more willing to let loose right now and that was simply because he was too lost in the haze of pleasure.

Dogma watches you writhe above him and he doesn’t hesitate to grab fistfuls of your arse to encourage you to grind your soaking cunt against his tongue as much as you both wanted. He could simply drown in the taste of your pussy and he wouldn’t complain at all.

From where he lay, he watches your reactions through lidded eyes.

Maker, she’s a beautiful vision to behold, he thinks to himself. Your once styled hair is now a mess from you raking your fingers through it, makeup now slightly smudged. He can faintly make out tears pin pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Your mouth hangs slightly agape, the sweetest moans and whines continuously falling from your lips like a siren’s song. He reaches up to you, cupping a breast and giving it a gentle squeeze as he knew you were about to become undone in a matter of moments.

“Dogma… mmmmph…. I’m going to-.” Your whimpers didn’t go unnoticed as he sucked against your throbbing bud, eyes locked on your face as you began to hit your high.

You're begging him, whimpering above him as your hips unconsciously buck. He’s sucking perfectly, the right amount of suction and pressure that soon had you seeing stars the galaxy couldn’t give you. Dogma curses under his breath, purely pussy drunk as he tastes the fluids that seeped onto his tongue as you cum.

You go limp, dazed and fucked out of your mind and Dogma panics a little, moving you so he could lay you down and cuddle up beside you. “Are you okay, my love?”

My love.

Again, he didn’t think about the words that came seeping out of his mouth but as you turn to look at him with those lust-filled eyes, he didn’t care for a second if you rejected his strong feelings.

“I’m… perfect. You’re perfect.” You sigh, allowing your body to relax as your nerves start to twitch as you come down from your climax.

You look between his legs this time, his length still aching in the confines of his blacks. Gently, your hand goes down and strokes along his toned thigh, rising higher and higher until your hand ghosts over his throbbing length.

He hissed but of pleasure, licking his lower lip as he watched in awe as you began to palm over it and soon you shifted until you sat between his thighs and pulled down the lower half of his blacks.

It springs free and your mouth parts just a little. He watches you for a reaction, nervous but as you have it an experimental pump - his nerves faded.

His cock had the most perfect shade to it, tip already leaking with precum. It had a curve but only slight and had the ideal girth. “Stunning.” You whisper, eyes slowly closing as you lean down and gently start to suck on his head.

You became encouraged by the sounds of his moans, swirling your tongue around the tip before pulling away with a small pop.

His breathing staggers and his hands grip the duvet beneath him tightly. He utters your name and you look up at him from between his legs and the sight almost makes him cum right there and then. Your pupils were wide with lust, mouth parted and lips wet with want as you stroke his length up and down before you take him all in your mouth; eyes unwavering.

He couldn’t even string out a word to say this time, his elbows that had him propped up failed him and he collapsed flat back on the bed as he felt your tongue wrap itself around him as you bop your head up and down. “S-s-so…”

“So what? Good?” You smirk against him as he became a mewling mess and he let out a grunt which could only be of an agreement. His fingers find their way into your hair, his fingers caressing your scalp until he takes a fistful and guides your mouth.

His tip hits the back of your throat, your stomach going all a flutter and so you cup his balls and fondle them carefully.

Dogma sighs in nothing but pleasure at this point, the feeling of his cock in the cavern of your wet mouth and quivering throat making his hips twitch up.

You go on for only a few more seconds until his grip in your hair tightens and he pulls you straight off his cock and panting heavily. “I… I don’t want to cum, just yet. If you’ll allow me to, I want to last longer and-.”

“And?” You needle him with a raise of your eyebrows.

He gulps. “And to have sex with you.”

Your face softens and you nod, crawling over his body with his cock sliding against your stomach.

In awe, his hands move to your side and every so sweetly flips you onto your back so now he’s the one hovering over you. “Mesh’la.”

You didn’t understand the word he said but you both readied yourselves. You were rather eager, excited even. Meanwhile Dogma was unsure, nervous.

You waited for him, just as you had done for months. Patiently.

Noticing him mentally preparing, you stretch your legs open a little wider for him, a silent invitation as he sits between your now parted legs and pumps at his cock in preparation.

A billow of confidence strikes him as he looks at your wanting face. He positions himself ready, lining his cock up with your entrance and he breathes heavy as he feels how wet you are. Beautiful.

In a swift and almost expert motion, he’s in you. He’s stretching your walls and you’re certain your eyes have rolled right into the back of your head as you gave a warbling bawl.

“You okay?” He panics for a moment, ready to pull out of you but as you grip onto his forearms to hold him there, you laugh. Soft, euphoric and angelic.

“You’re amazing.” You sighed dreamily, adjusting slowly to his girth and motion for him to continue.

Of course he was hesitant to proceed but the warmth of your pussy was making his blood boil in desire and soon enough he began to thrust.

The size of him stretched your flesh as the immense pressure of being filled by him brought you close to the edge of ecstasy again. He’s moaning, eyes closed and completely focused. He looked stunning.

“Faster… please…”

“Anything for you.” His eyes open slowly and the sight of you writhing beneath him was so satisfactory that his knees almost buckled.

As you commanded, he set a fast, pleasure inducing pace.

“Fuck!” You curse out loud, not caring at all of your neighbors who were always ever so nosey hearing your cry out in pure ecstasy. After all, the most beautiful man in the galaxy was plowing into you.

Each thrust he gave was welcomed with a wanton moan, his name falling from your lips from your hoarse throat. It was good, so good. Too good. You knew you never wanted him to stop because it felt incredible of his length filling you completely.

Placing your hands on the bed, you push yourself up to arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed to allow greater freedom of movement as you meet Dogmas ramming thrusts eagerly. Your internal muscles grasp at him as wave upon wave of pleasure built within you, until you begin to teeter on the sensitive of completion.

His arms grasp down against your waist, circling his muscular arms around you and brings you to him, cock straining inside you beautifully.

You shudder under his touch and your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you sink further into him and smirk as you notice he still had his upper blacks on. “Can we take this off?” You gesture, fiddling with the hem of its collar and he nods, eagerly.

You slide it away from him before grinding against him, eyes focused on his glistening chest that was layered with sweat and what a sight of it was to behold! Tanned, toned and thankworthy. “Oh Dogma,” you moan as you slide up and down on him, “you’re perfect.”

He felt himself choke. “S-so are you.” He stutters pathetically, not really caring.

His climax however was rising in the pit of his stomach, as was yours. His eyes become hooded and mouth slack as you pressed yourself flush against him, grating against his cock and whispering sweet praises in his ear. “You’re so good at this, do you feel how…mmm… how wet you’ve made me?” You rasp, the clone nodding his head in much need.

“Feels s’good.” He groans and bravely spanks your rear which makes you yelp but smirk.

You thrust against one another some more, kisses being stolen here, there and everywhere you both could. But soon, that climax in his stomach was about to burst. “K-Kriff I think I’m gonna-.”

“Do it. Cum inside me, fill me up with your seed.” You shamelessly beg for his releases just as much as yours. Vulgar and every filthy words you knew pours out in the bedroom, both of your moans increasing with every lurch he seethed into your cunt. Your fingers bury against his back, clawing at it to keep you up right as his thrusts become staggered until you feel it.

Hot. Scorching. His seed spitting into you as you spasm on him, hitting your high and seeing stars and planets as he let out a barking shout as he came.

He slumps forward, careful not to crush you as you both fall flat on the bed in a middle of sweat and cum.

He’s silent, aside from his breathing.

“Dogma….?”

Tiredly, his softening cock slips out from you and casts a blushing gaze in your direction. “Yes, my love?”

Those words, again. So pure.

“That was amazing. Thank you.” You whisper, rolling onto your side to trace your fingers up and down his heaving chest. He gathers that this was aftercare rather quickly and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer and trailing his fingers up and down your arm.

“I should be the one thanking you. For allowing me to do this.”

“Well,” you smile, “I hope this isn’t the last time. My love.”

Eventually, you find yourself almost crawling to the refresher to clean yourself up and upon your return, your heart thunders at the sight of Dogma sleeping peacefully in your bed.

Finally, he’s found some peace.

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