#dorkolorians

Torian swallows hard giving a frustrated huff from his nose as he grips the sheets. He goes to plead but finds instead a needy whimper falls from his lips.

Mandalorian stoicism only goes so far.

Especially when your cyare is straddling you and has been grinding back and forth on you over and over again.

He can feel dampness against his stomach and he’s straining against the fabric of his boxers and he knows he’s dangerously close to cumming over himself.

He bucks a little and then a blue hand firmly presses onto his chest.

“No-” Zanearo’s voice is firm.

Torian moans, not bothering to hold back, he wants to grab her, pin her down and take her deep and hard.

But he promised to her rules, this wager, this game.

And Mandalorians are known for keeping their word.

Mostly.

Even when there’s a nearly naked Chiss grinding on them. So close and yet so far. Zanearo is braced on the headboard as she keeps grinding on him.

“Cyare-” He finally manages, voice weak. “Cyare… I need… need you-” She slows a fraction and Torian lets out a shuddering strained breath, and he’s aware of how wet she is and a string of the filthiest Mando’a curses he knows slip from his mouth punctuated with needy moans.

Zanearo grins down at him about to and…

“Shit!”

Torian pants heavily, knuckles white as he grabs the sheets.

“Woah…” Zanearo, “Nearly hit your face-” “I… did?” He manages after a few moments.

“Yeah,” Zanearo’s eyes widen, “Damn-”

She swipes a finger across his chest, “What are-”

He swallows hard as she sucks on the finger,

Andhe had.

However,Zanearo by this point also knew him far too well, and he knew her fartoo well and neither of them as it turned out was an easy quarry tohold onto. Also didn’t help both of them new the layout of thisship like the back of their hands.

Buthe had her now, and he wasn’t letting her go easily, even when shetwisted or even when he felt a knee into his crotch. Instead he hadher pushed into a wall with her hands above her head.

“Gotyou,”

Zanearogave a snort, “Not for long,”

Hereplied with a bruising kiss, nipping at her lips, catching herwrists with one hand and moving a hand down her side hooking a handunder her thigh and bringing her leg up, He felt her press againsthim.

Hekissed her again, softer this time, feeling her hooking her legaround his waist. His free hand went from her thigh to her waistband,undoing her belt and sliding hand into her trousers, he heard hermoan.

“Cyare,”He sighed, feeling himself breaking character for a moment. Zanearochuckled, taking advantage of his slackened grip to slip from hisgrasp and firmly grasp his hair with two hands and pull, and pullhard, “Cyare,” He replied a little more desperate.

“Letyour guard down,” She pressed a kiss to his forehead coupling itwith another tug, “Sloppy,”

“That’swhat you think,” He swallowed giving her another bruising kiss hishands tugging her tight trousers towards her knees, unhooking herlegs from her waist and slipping her underwear to the side, heslipped a knee between her legs and nudged before pressing hisfingers against her lips. Zanearo smirked as he felt her pressagainst her lips, “Open,”

Shedid that, taking his fingers into her mouth with a moan, teasing withher tongue and grinning inwardly at the way he bit his lip before hepulled away with an obscene sounding wet noise before he reachedbetween her legs again. Zanearo grabbing his hair again with ashudder.

Shecaught her lip, “Cyare,”

Hesmirked, and moved his fingers in just the right way “Gonna beg?”

Shesnorted, “Gonna have to make me,”

Hisspare hand pulled up her tanktop,  squeezing her breast beforepushing up at her sports bra, his thumb running over her nipple, hefelt her shudder, then he pinched and he heard her whimper, with asmirk he crooked his fingers and then stopped, only barely brushingagainst her with his hand as he continued to tease her coupling itwith a bruising kiss. She bit down on her lip, breathing through hernose. “Not. Going. To. Beg.”

A blue hand gripped onto Torian’s shirt as Torian’s hips moved, both of them too eager to get going to properly undress or get to their bed. Zanearo burying her head into the soft fabric of his shirt as she hooked her hips around his waist bringing him further into herself.

“Missed you,”  A hand slipped under the back of Zanearo’s shirt, calloused fingertips over blue skin, oh she’d missed this.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” Zanearo muttered burying her head into his shirt, “Stay still for a bit,” She urged, “I just want to feel you-”

She heard Torian bite down on a frustrated moan as she let herself get lost in him for a little while, she buried her head into his chest once more trying to take in his scent and

“Hey...” She sniffed, “You used my stuff didn’t you-”

“I… I ran out?” Torian swallowed, his voice rising slightly, letting his back rest against the wall his body protesting the fact he could feel Zanearo against him but he wasn’t doing anything,

“Mhmm?” Zanearo pulled her face from his shirt, Torian could somehow tell that meant ‘I don’t believe you one bit?’

“So...” Torian swallowed. “Bedroom first then shower?” Zanearo ventured, “Or… shower?”

Her hands will usually end up in Torian’s hair, usually pulling, she likes to nip, she’ll often dig her nails into his shoulders. And she likes this in return. 

She enjoys kissing when she’s getting off, she likes to either link fingers or pin Torian’s wrists to the bed, or both.