#echo smut

Your muscles still ached when you left your quarters. The familiar ache, deep and pleasant, settled in your thighs and lower back. Wrecker's shirt lay folded under your pillow, a quiet secret you carried with you.

The shared space hummed with low voices. Hunter and Tech sat at the table, a holographic display flickering between them. Blue light cast shadows across their faces, illuminating the concentration etched into their features.

Hunter looked up when you entered. His eyes swept over you, quick and assessing, before he returned to the display.

"Good timing," he said. "We're working out the approach."

You crossed the room, the floor cool against your bare feet. Tech glanced at you once, then back at the display, his fingers tapping at a datapad.

"Join us," Hunter said. It wasn't a question. He gestured to the seat beside him.

You settled into the chair, the worn padding conforming to your shape. The hologram showed a three-dimensional map of the research station and its surroundings. A dark planet, mostly ice and rock, with the station marked in red.

"We're deciding who does what," Hunter said. "Tech's been analyzing the structural data."

Tech looked up, his goggles catching the light. "The station is primarily underground. Three levels, with the main laboratory on the lowest floor. The upper levels contain living quarters and storage."

"So we need to clear each level," you said.

"Precisely." Tech tapped his datapad. "The corporation that owned the station provided minimal schematics. I've filled in the gaps using satellite imagery."

Hunter leaned back, his arm brushing against yours. The contact was light, casual, but you felt it travel through your shoulder.

"We need a plan for entry and extraction," he said. "Standard search pattern, but we can't split up too much. If something's in there, we need to be able to support each other."

You nodded, following the logic. "Who goes in first?"

"Crosshair and I will take point," Hunter said. "Wrecker covers the rear. Tech and Omega stay in the middle, handling doors and systems.

"And me?"

Hunter paused. His hand moved, finding your thigh under the table. His palm was warm, settling just above your knee.

"You're with Echo at the entrance," he said. "Cover the exits, make sure nothing gets out. Or in."

His thumb traced a slow circle on your inner thigh. The gesture was absent, almost unconscious, but it sent a current through you. You tried to focus on the conversation, but his touch demanded attention.

Tech's gaze flickered down. To Hunter's hand. To where it rested on your leg.

Your face heated. You looked away, pretending to study the hologram.

"We should land at least a kilometer out," Hunter continued, his voice steady. "Approach on foot. Less chance of alerting whatever's inside."

Tech's eyes lingered a moment longer, then returned to his datapad. "The terrain is treacherous. Ice formations and unstable ground. A closer landing would reduce exposure time."

"But increase the risk of detection," Hunter said.

"Marginally." Tech pulled up a weather report. "The planet experiences frequent storms. They would mask our approach regardless of landing distance."

Hunter's hand slid higher up your thigh. His thumb pressed deeper, massaging the muscle through your pants.

"What about the marshes?" you asked, the words coming out before you could stop them.

Both men looked at you.

"The eastern sector," you continued. "If the schematics show marshes near the station, we could hide the ship there. Natural cover from above, and the ground would be stable enough for landing."

Tech tilted his head, considering. "The marshlands are extensive. They would provide adequate concealment, but we would need to confirm the ground's load-bearing capacity."

"Tech can analyze that during approach," Hunter said. His hand finally stilled, though it remained on your thigh. "Good suggestion."

He removed his hand and turned to Tech. "Where should we set down? Far enough to stay hidden, or close enough for quick extraction?"

Tech's fingers flew across his datapad. "The marshlands offer the best compromise. We can land within half a kilometer of the station without being visible from the main approach. The terrain is soft but stable enough for the Marauder's landing gear."

"Then that's the plan." Hunter stood, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin at his waist. "We'll go over equipment in an hour. Everyone needs to be ready."

He walked toward the galley, leaving you alone with Tech.

The silence stretched. Tech kept his eyes on his datapad, but you could feel the weight of his attention.

"Hunter mentioned you were paired with Echo for this mission," he said, not looking up.

"I heard."

"I decided that." He finally met your gaze. "I'd rather have an uninjured medic available in case one of us gets hurt. Stationing you at the entrance keeps you safe and ensures you can respond quickly."

It made sense. Logical. Practical.

"You're not getting much action this time," he added. "I apologize if that disappoints you."

"I'm fine with it," you said. "Someone needs to watch the exits."

Tech nodded, a flicker of approval crossing his face. "You'll be connected to the comms at all times. If anything happens, you'll know immediately."

"Good. That makes me feel better."

He held your gaze a moment longer, then returned to his datapad. "You adapt well. Better than most civilians I've worked with."

It felt almost like a compliment.

The door to the sleeping quarters slid open. Wrecker emerged, his hair mussed, his shirt wrinkled. He blinked against the light, then his eyes found yours.

Your stomach tightened.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," you answered.

He held your gaze for a long moment. Then he walked past the table, his footsteps heavy on the metal floor. He dropped into a chair at the far end, reaching for a ration bar from the bin.

"There's nothing to eat," he muttered, tearing the wrapper with his teeth. "I'm starving."

You watched him chew, the familiar motion easing some of your worry. He seemed the same. The same grumbling, the same casual presence. No awkwardness, no tension.

He caught you looking and grinned, a flash of teeth around the ration bar. Then he turned to Hunter, who had returned with a cup of caf.

"So what's the plan?" Wrecker asked. "I missed the meeting."

Hunter summarized it quickly. Wrecker nodded along, asking a few questions about the marshlands and the creature they might find inside. The conversation flowed naturally, the squad falling into its usual rhythm.

You excused yourself to prepare your gear. In your quarters, you checked your medkit, restocked the supplies you'd used on Crosshair. The motions were familiar, grounding.

A knock at your door.

You opened it to find Omega, a hologram clutched to her chest.

"Hunter said we have an hour," she said. "Do you want to play?"

You glanced at your medkit, then back at her hopeful face.

"Sure," you said. "Set it up in the common area."

She grinned and disappeared down the corridor. You followed, after finishing your task at hand.

The game was simple. A grid of lights that you had to match in sequence. Omega was faster than you, her fingers flying across the controls. You lost three rounds before she took pity on you and switched to a slower setting.

"You have to anticipate the pattern," she said, demonstrating. "Not just react."

"Easy for you to say. You've been playing this since you were born."

She laughed. "I was born in a lab, actually. No hologames."

You paused. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"

"It's fine." She shrugged. "I know what I am. I don't mind."

You looked at her, this small girl who had seen more than most adults. "You're not just a lab creation, Omega. You're a person. You're part of this squad."

She smiled, soft and genuine. "I know."

The hour passed quickly. Too quickly. Soon Hunter's voice echoed through the ship, calling everyone to the cargo bay.

You strapped on your gear. Blaster at your hip, medkit on your back. A small pack with emergency supplies.

The Marauder lifted off, the engines humming beneath your feet. The journey to the planet took less than an hour. Through the viewport, you watched the world grow larger, a gray-blue sphere wrapped in clouds.

Tech guided them through the atmosphere, the ship jolting as it hit turbulence. Then the clouds parted, revealing a landscape of ice and rock. The marshlands stretched beneath them, dark and endless.

Tech set the Marauder down with practiced precision. The landing gear sank slightly into the soft ground, but held firm.

"Everyone ready?" Hunter asked.

Nods around the cargo bay.

"Let's move."

The ramp lowered, and cold air rushed in. It bit at your exposed skin, stealing your breath. You pulled your jacket tighter and followed Echo down the ramp.

The sky was dark, heavy with clouds that blocked the stars. The only light came from the ship's exterior lamps and the distant glow of the station.

Echo walked beside you, his cybernetic arm whirring softly. He moved with a quiet confidence, his steps sure on the uneven ground.

The station loomed ahead. A squat structure of gray metal, half-buried in the frozen ground. Its lights flickered weakly, casting shadows across the ice.

"This is the back entrance," Echo said, stopping at a reinforced door. "We open this, and the others can enter through the main area."

You nodded, your breath fogging in the cold.

The comm unit crackled in your ear. Hunter's voice came through, clear and steady. "Echo, we're approaching the main entrance. Status?"

"At the back door," Echo replied. "Waiting for your signal."

"Copy. We're moving in."

You heard the others' footsteps through the comms, muffled and distant. Wrecker's heavy boots, Crosshair's lighter tread. Omega's voice, low and excited.

"The walls have stains on them," she said. "Like blood."

"Probably a wild animal got in," Hunter said.

"Or a vengeful ghost," Wrecker added.

Crosshair's voice cut through. "You're not helping."

"Just keeping morale high."

You smiled despite yourself. Through the tension, they found moments of humor.

"Tech," Hunter said, "we need this door open."

"One moment." The sound of a panel being pried open. "The locking mechanism is standard. I just need to bypass the security protocols."

Your hands felt cold. You clenched and unclenched your fingers, trying to keep the blood flowing.

Echo noticed. His valid hand found your forearm, squeezing gently.

"They always come back," he said. "This mission is nothing different. You don't need to worry."

You let out a breath. "I know. But I can't help it."

"First time on a mission like this?"

"Is it that obvious?"

He smiled. "A little. But you're handling it well."

You leaned into his touch, drawing comfort from his presence. "How did you end up with them?"

Echo's expression flickered. "It's a long story."

"We have time."

He considered it, then nodded. "I was an ARC trooper. Part of the original clone army. I served under General Skywalker during the war."

Your eyes widened. An ARC trooper. The elite of the elite.

"During a mission, I was captured. Held for months. The Separatists... they experimented on me. Cut me open. Replaced parts of me with machinery."

He gestured to his cybernetic limbs. "I was supposed to be a prototype. A test for something bigger."

"How did you escape?"

"Rex. My captain. He came for me with the Bad Batch. They broke me out, brought me to the ship, patched me up." He paused. "I owe them everything."

You didn't push. The hurt in his voice was clear enough.

You were about to respond when Hunter's voice cut through the comms.

"We're approaching the main laboratory. Something's here. I can hear it."

Your heart rate spiked. Echo's hand tightened on your arm.

"It's probably the creature," Hunter continued. "We're going to flush it out. Medic, Echo, stand by to open the main doors."

"Copy," Echo said.

The minutes stretched. Every sound felt amplified. The wind scraping against the metal. The distant groan of ice shifting. Your own breathing.

Then Omega's voice, barely a whisper. "There's a big creature in here, looking angry. The scientists are probably dead, and it got stuck and panicked."

"We need to get it out," Hunter said. "You two, open the main doors. We'll drive it through."

Echo moved, his cybernetic arm extending toward the control panel. He inserted his scomp link, and the door mechanism whirred to life.

"How does it feel?" you asked.

He glanced at you. "What?"

"Your arm. The cybernetic. How does it feel?"

He considered the question. "I'd rather have my original arm back. But it's useful. It doesn't feel strange anymore."

He paused, a small smile playing at his lips. "Besides, women love it."

You blinked, caught off guard. The comment was unexpected, almost playful.

"Really?" you said. "I didn't think you were the type."

"What type?"

"The type to brag."

He laughed. A low, warm sound. "I'm full of surprises."

The door groaned open, the panels retracting into the walls. Cold air rushed out, carrying the smell of metal and blood.

Less than three seconds later, a creature burst through the opening. Six legs, a massive horn, eyes wild with panic. It charged, its bulk filling the doorway.

Wrecker's voice yelled through the comms. "Get out of the way!"

Echo grabbed you, pulling you against him. His arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you to his chest as the creature thundered past. Its horn missed you by inches, the wind of its passage ruffling your hair.

Then it was gone, disappearing into the darkness of the marsh.

Echo released you. You stood close, his arm still around your waist. The warmth of his body seeped through your clothes.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Thanks."

He smiled again, then stepped back, the distance between you widening.

Wrecker emerged from the doorway, sweating and grinning. "That was close. Good reflexes, you two."

Hunter followed, Omega at his side. Then Crosshair, his rifle still raised. Finally Tech, dusting off his gloves.

"The creature entered through a damaged ventilation shaft," Tech said. "It became trapped and panicked. The scientists likely tried to contain it and failed."

"Any survivors?" you asked.

Hunter shook his head. "No. We found their remains in the laboratory."

The weight of his words settled over you. Twelve scientists, dead because of a trapped animal.

"We should check the station for useful data," Tech said. "Then we can leave."

The group dispersed, each to their assigned tasks. You stood at the entrance, watching the marsh stretch into the darkness.

Echo moved beside you. "You did well."

"I didn't do anything."

"You were here. That counts."

You looked at him. The cold air had brought color to his cheeks, and his eyes held a warmth that cut through the chill.

"Thanks," you said.

He nodded, then turned to survey the marsh. The silence settled between you, comfortable and easy.

The others returned within the hour. Tech carried a datapad loaded with research data. Wrecker hauled a crate of supplies. Omega walked between Crosshair and Hunter, her face tired but satisfied.

"All clear," Hunter said. "Let's go home."

The walk back to the Marauder was quiet. The ship's lights guided them through the darkness, a beacon in the cold.

You climbed the ramp, the warmth of the interior washing over you. The familiar hum of the engines, the smell of recycled air. Home.

The others headed for the showers, their bodies coated in sweat and grime. You stood in the shared living space, your clothes clean, your skin untouched by the mission.

Echo joined you, equally clean. He dropped onto the couch, letting out a long breath.

"Not bad for a first mission," he said. "Not bad at all."

He stretched his arms above his head, his joints popping. "I'm going to enjoy the quiet while it lasts."

You sat beside him, the cushions sinking under your weight. The ship hummed around you, settling into its cruising rhythm.

From the corridor, you heard the muffled sounds of the others showering. Water running, voices echoing off metal walls.

You leaned back, letting the tension drain from your shoulders. The fear from earlier had faded, replaced by a quiet satisfaction. You had done your part. You had been useful.

Echo's hand found yours, his fingers brushing against your knuckles. A light touch, questioning.

You turned your hand over, palm up.

He took it, his fingers interlacing with yours. The gesture was simple, grounding.

You sat together, hands intertwined, listening to the sounds of the ship and the distant voices of your squadmates. The warmth of his hand seeped into yours, and for the first time since leaving the planet, you felt something close to peace.

Echo's hand was warm in yours, his thumb tracing slow circles across your knuckles. The ship hummed around you, steady and familiar. You could hear the distant clatter of dishes from the galley, the low murmur of voices.

A soft beep broke the quiet.

Echo shifted, glancing at his cybernetic arm. A small red light pulsed near the joint where metal met flesh. He sighed, squeezing your hand once before letting go.

"Sorry," he said. "I need to recharge."

"How often?"

"Once a rotation. Takes a few hours." He stood, rolling his shoulder. "Doesn't seem like much until you forget, and then you're stuck in the middle of a mission with a dead arm."

You nodded. "Go. I'll keep the seat warm."

He smiled, something soft and genuine, before disappearing down the corridor.

You turned back to the common area. The holoprojector sat against the wall, dark and silent. You reached for the remote, cycling through the available programs until you found something light. A comedy series, the kind with obvious jokes and canned laughter.

Wrecker emerged from the showers first, his hair still damp, a loose shirt hanging off his broad frame. He spotted you on the couch and crossed the room in three long strides, dropping onto the cushion beside you. His arm found its way around your shoulders, pulling you against his side.

The holoshow played on. A character slipped on a banana peel. Wrecker's laugh rumbled through his chest, loud and unrestrained.

The joke wasn't even that funny. But the way he threw his head back, the way his whole body shook with amusement, made you smile. You found yourself watching him instead of the screen, studying the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the way his grin stretched wide across his face.

He felt your stare. Turned.

His eyes met yours, questioning at first. Then he glanced down the corridor, toward the other rooms, and back at you.

"Wanna have sex?" he asked.

Your face burned. You looked past him, toward the corridor where the others would emerge any minute.

"Everyone's going to come out soon," you whispered. "Including Omega."

He considered that, his brow furrowing. Then he nodded, a thoughtful hum escaping his throat. He turned back to the holoshow, his arm still draped around you.

"Last night was fun," he said, his voice lower now. "You're always welcome in my room."

Heat spread through your chest. "Thanks."

You settled against him, letting your head rest against his bicep. The muscle was warm and solid beneath your cheek. The holoshow flickered on, a new scene unfolding.

Crosshair came out of the corridor next, his hair still damp, a fresh tank top clinging to his lean frame. He stopped at the edge of the common area, taking in the sight of you curled against Wrecker. His eyes narrowed, a faint roll of his eyes before he turned toward his rifle, propped against the wall. He settled into a chair and began disassembling the weapon, his movements precise and methodical.

Tech followed shortly after, datapad in hand. He glanced at you and Wrecker, made no comment, and took a seat at the table.

Hunter emerged last, running a hand through his still-damp hair. His eyes found you immediately, lingering for a moment before he moved to the galley.

Omega bounded in, her energy filling the room. "Is dinner ready yet?"

"Almost," Wrecker said, easing himself off the couch. "Come help me."

She followed him into the galley, and soon the sounds of clattering pots and her cheerful chatter drifted through the ship.

The meal came together quickly. A hearty stew, the kind that filled the ship with warmth and the smell of spices. Everyone gathered around the table, the usual configuration settling into place.

You took your seat, glancing at the empty chair beside you. Echo's spot.

The conversation flowed around you. Hunter recounted the entry, praising Tech's quick work on the door. Crosshair mentioned the creature's speed, how it had nearly clipped Wrecker on its way out. Wrecker laughed it off, flexing his arm and claiming he could have taken it in a fight.

They discussed the data Tech had recovered. Research logs, environmental samples, nothing particularly valuable. The corporation would probably scrap the station now.

You ate, but your mind kept drifting to the closed door down the corridor. Echo, alone in his room, wires attached to his body, while everyone else shared a meal.

You excused yourself, taking a clean plate and filling it with stew. The others barely noticed, deep in their conversation.

The corridor was quiet. You stopped at Echo's door and knocked.

"It's open."

You stepped inside. His room was small, barely larger than a closet. A narrow bunk, a small locker, a datapad on the shelf. Echo lay on the bed, his torso bare, wires running from ports in his cybernetic arm and leg to a small charging unit on the floor. The red light pulsed steadily.

He smiled when he saw the plate. "I guess it's Wrecker and Omega's special secret bomb mix meal?"

You laughed, closing the door behind you. "You know it."

He shifted, making room on the narrow bed. He patted the space beside him.

You sat, careful not to jostle the wires. He propped himself up, taking the plate with his valid hand. The smell of the stew filled the small space.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked, scooping a spoonful.

"The holoshow ended. The protagonist finally got the promotion."

"Figured. That plot was predictable." He chewed, swallowing. "But satisfying."

You let your eyes wander. The red light on his arm blinked steadily, marking the charging cycle. The metal gleamed under the soft light, intricate and foreign.

"So this is the womanizer?" you asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "The what?"

"Womanizer. A…" You felt heat creep up your neck. "A toy. For women. It's slang."

His expression shifted. Understanding. Then a smirk spread across his face.

"Ah." He set the plate aside, flexing his cybernetic fingers. "I did say women love it."

He detached the charging cable, the red light switching off. The arm hummed, fully powered. He rotated it at the wrist, then faster, the joint whirring smoothly. He added a vibration, the metal buzzing against the air.

"If I were a woman," he said, his voice dropping into a mock-serious tone, "the things I'd do with it."

You laughed, the sound surprising you. "I'd have killed for an arm like that on my old planet. Alone, no company. Would have saved me some trouble."

Echo's smirk softened into something else. Something considering.

He held your gaze. "You want to try it?"

The question hung in the air. Your heart stuttered, heat pooling low in your belly, sudden and insistent. Your breath caught.

You stared at each other. The room felt smaller, warmer.

His eyes dropped to your lips.

You kissed him. Without giving yourself time to think about it.

Soft at first, then his mouth moved against yours, warm and responsive. You felt his grin against your lips before his valid hand found your waist, pulling you closer. He guided you down, his back meeting the mattress, and you followed, your body settling over his.

The kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, and you parted for him. His hand slid up your back, pressing you against him.

He pulled back, his breath warm against your mouth.

"Take off your shirt."

You sat up, pulling the fabric over your head. His eyes traced down your body, hunger flickering in them.

He moved you up, shifting your position until his face was level with your chest. His mouth found your breast, lips closing around the nipple. He sucked, tongue circling the sensitive peak, and a moan escaped your throat.

Your hands wandered behind you, finding the outline of his cock through his pants. Hard already, pulsing against your palm. He groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing lightly before he sucked harder, leaving a small mark.

He pulled back, examining your body. His eyes traced the faint hickeys still visible on your skin, the marks Crosshair and Wrecker had left.

"So I'm not the first one, huh?"

You shook your head, heat flooding your cheeks. "Sorry."

He laughed, low and warm. "I don't care. Nothing wrong with it."

His hand moved to your waistband. "Take these off."

You obeyed, shimmying out of your pants. You straddled him in just your underwear, the fabric damp against your skin.

"Your turn," you said, reaching for his waistband.

He caught your wrist, gentle but firm. "No. Tonight is only about your pleasure. You'll have to come back if you want to see me."

Before you could argue, his cybernetic hand pressed against your panties. The metal was cool, smooth against the soaked fabric. He slid it along your folds, deliberate and teasing, and you gasped at the sensation.

He laughed. "You haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

The arm began to vibrate.

You came almost immediately. A sharp, sudden orgasm that tore through you, your thighs clenching around his hand. You looked down at him, breathless, and found a satisfied smirk on his face.

He didn't stop. His hand kept moving, the vibration steady against your core. He rocked it against you, drawing out the aftershocks.

"Can I get past these?" he asked, hooking a finger under the edge of your panties.

You nodded, breathless.

He pushed the fabric aside. You rose on your knees, positioning yourself above him. The tip of his arm pressed against your entrance, rotating slowly.

He waited. Let you set the pace.

You didn't need time. You needed him inside you.

You sank down in one motion, a loud moan escaping your lips as he filled you.

His arm continued moving inside you, the vibration traveling through your core, up your spine, settling behind your eyes. You rode him, your hips finding a rhythm, your hands braced against his chest for support.

He watched you. His eyes traced the curve of your breasts as they bounced, the flush spreading across your chest, the way your mouth hung open as you gasped for air. Then his gaze dropped lower, to where his arm disappeared inside you, the metal slick and glistening.

A low sound escaped his throat. Something between a groan and a laugh.

"Look at you," he said. "Taking it so well."

You couldn't form words. The vibration built, pressure coiling tight in your belly, and you chased it, grinding down against his hand. His valid hand found your hip, guiding you, helping you maintain the rhythm.

The orgasm hit harder than the first. Your vision blurred, your body convulsing around his arm. A cry tore from your throat, his name or something like it, and you collapsed forward, your forehead pressing against his chest.

He let you ride it out. His arm stilled, the vibration fading, but he remained inside you, letting you feel every pulse and clench.

When your breathing steadied, he withdrew slowly. The sensation made you shiver, empty and full at the same time. His hand came to rest on your lower back, smoothing over your skin.

He lifted his head, catching your gaze. "Come here."

You leaned down, meeting his lips. The kiss was soft, unhurried. His valid hand cradled your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

He pulled back, his eyes searching yours. "Can I taste you?"

The question sent a fresh wave of heat through you. You nodded, but he waited, his gaze steady.

"Words," he said.

"Yes," you breathed. "Please."

He smiled, then rolled you beneath him. Your back met the mattress, the thin padding doing little to cushion the fall. He crept down your body, his lips trailing across your stomach, your hip, the inside of your thigh.

A shiver ran through you as his breath ghosted over your core, warm and teasing. He looked up, meeting your eyes, his face inches from where you needed him most.

You whined his name. A plea. A surrender.

He sank down.

His mouth found your folds, warm and insistent. His tongue traced along them, slow and deliberate, tasting you. He kissed your pussy lips like they deserved attention, like he had all the time in the world.

Then his cybernetic arm hummed to life again.

He pressed it against your clit, the vibration direct and sharp. Your back arched, a cry escaping your lips. He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core.

His tongue worked you, lapping at your entrance, circling your clit. The combination of heat and vibration pushed you higher, faster. Your hands found his hair, gripping tight, your thighs closing around his head.

He didn't pull away. He pressed closer, his tongue delving deeper, his arm vibrating harder.

The third orgasm crested like a wave, pulling you under. Your thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place as you pulsed against his mouth. He kept licking, drinking everything you gave him, his groans muffled against your skin.

When the shaking finally stopped, you released him. He lifted his head slowly, his chin glistening, his smirk wide and satisfied.

"Really was worth skipping Wrecker and Omega's meal," he said.

You laughed, breathless, your chest still heaving. "That's your takeaway?"

He crawled up your body, bracing himself on his elbows. "Best decision I made all day."

He kissed you again, and you tasted yourself on his lips. Sweet and sharp. His valid hand traced down your side, settling at your hip.

"Stay," he said.

You nodded, too tired to argue.

He pulled the blanket over both of you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His breath warmed the back of your neck.

The ship hummed around you, steady and familiar.

You peeked to the corner of the club, seeing Hunter cozied up with a pretty green Twi'lek woman- her legs draping over his lap as he kissed along her neck. At least he'd be less snappy on your next mission. Then you heard Wrecker laughing boisterously over the music as some reg tapped out, his squad mates dragging him away from the table. He'd be content too and it's almost as if you could already hear him hollering at Crosshair to regale his win over the regs. Resting your eyes back on the pale clone sitting at the bar independently, you watched from across the hazy atmosphere wondering if you should approach him or leave him to his thoughts.

You and Echo had a relatively close relationship. His reserved yet courageous demeanor was always something you had admired about him, and whenever he'd joined 99, you were among the first to buddy up with him. You knew exactly how it'd felt not to be "one of the brothers", even with how close you'd become with the Batch. So, it seemed easy for the two of you to cling to that shared understanding. You felt a smile reaching your lips at some of the memories you'd shared with Echo, a familiar ache settling in your chest and you determined that joining him at the bar was the best idea- even if not for him, but for yourself.

You made sure to clock him in the spot he was settled in before tearing your eyes away and descending the stairs to the main floor, losing sight of him through the dense crowd. Weaving through, apologizing to a few couples who were dancing or going about their "business" on the floor, you managed to emerge from the mass of people to find an empty bar stool- entirely devoid of your companion.

"What the-" you muttered to yourself under the loud music, "He was just here." Swiping a glance up and down the span of the bar, the friendly sight of a pale clone adorned by blue neons captured your attention. He seemed to be speaking to someone, though you couldn't quite see who it was from your current position so you stepped up closer to casually join the conversation when you overheard Echo decline whatever they had offered.

Curiosity got the better of you and instead of being a good friend, leaving the man alone to hopefully find some solace for the night, you stood just close enough to eavesdrop a little more. "I appreciate the sentiment, and you're stunning, don't get me wrong." His voice was as sweet as ever, a little solemn you could tell, but only if you knew him well enough.

Was she really all that pretty? Were Twi'leks the type of person Echo was into? Against your better judgment, you leaned forward onto the bar to glimpse the woman he had complimented, and your heart sank at how her pretty eyes glimmered against the neon lights.

Then you heard her laughter. It sounded as if she were laughing… at him. "Oh, honey," her accented voice cut through the music with its patronizing tone. "You can't honestly be refusing me when you look like," and you watched as her pretty eyes scanned the clone before her, gesturing lazily with her manicured hand, "that."

Maybe you'd heard her wrong. You'd definitely heard her wrong… right? There was no way in the galaxy that she was insulting him about his looks just because he told her no… right?

Echo stammered in shock, momentarily caught off-guard by her comment. It wasn't as if he'd not been used to people making remarks about his… unmistakable condition. He just hadn't anticipated the Twi'lek to be so hostile at his decline. "Well, I-"

"I mean, seriously? Look at you, you're a mangled mess." She let out an irked breath as if she were, suddenly, too good for the current conversation. You noticed her lean away from Echo, surveying the rest of the room full of clones, "I bet you don't even have all of the right parts to please anyone anymore, do you droid?" The Twi'lek's snide grin as she huffed out another laugh made your blood boil.

Droid?

Did she actually have the audacity to call a man of war, who kept her safe from the rising Separatist threats, a droid? She couldn't even begin to understand the horrors of war Echo had seen.

You heard a disparaging laugh bubble up from your friend, noting how his shoulders sank only a fraction, head inclining to the cup in his hand. His back had been facing you, turned completely to the attention of the Twi'lek in front of him, so you couldn't entirely make out his expression- though you'd felt as if you'd known him well enough to imagine the rueful smile etching his features about now. "Ah, yeah," he breathed with a soft, somber chuckle, "I guess I am a freak at this point, eh?"

"It isn't about that anyway," you finally chimed over his shoulder.

Echo's eyes widened at your raised voice, his hurried voice muttering your name in surprise. "What are you doing?" His brown eyes glanced between you and the Twi'lek nervously as you walked around to place yourself between the two of them.

"I don't think he'd have trouble pleasing anyone that had the decency to see past a few war scars. But clearly, that isn't you, you'd only be a waste of his time." The knuckles of your fingers began to ache because of your clenched fists and only at Echo's gentle touch did you relax.

The soft voice you'd come to rely on whispered past the music into your ear, "Cyare, please, it's not that big of a deal, really." Though his tone was even you could tell he'd been embarrassed that you'd overheard the conversation.

"It is though, Echo. You don't deserve to be spoken to that way just because you don't want to whore around for the night." You defended sharply, throwing a look back at him then quickly pinning the Twi'lek to her spot once more. "He has plenty of satisfying features, I'll have you know. He's funny, loyal, protective. He loves his brothers fiercely. He doesn't shy away in the face of danger. He's the first to answer when help is needed, he's reliable, and a wonderful man who deserves more than what most people give him."

Condescending giggles rippled over her pink lips as she covered them, a manner of mischievous glee sparkling in her eyes as she watched the protective display. "You defend him as if you two fuck."

A burn crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the allegation but you couldn't slow your words quickly enough before you said, "I'd be damn lucky if we did."

Echo's grip on your arm flexed at your statement, tentatively pulling you back toward him to de-escalate the rising frustration in you. "Cyare, maybe that's enough." He whispered again.

"You two are cute. No wonder he didn't want to sleep with me. Whatever," the Twi'lek waved you off noncommittally, then pushed herself off of the bar. "There are other handsome men around who need my attention." And with a subtle flip of her lekku, she merged with the swaying crowd.

Frustration simmered beneath your surface as you watched her disappear, more nasty remarks popping into your mind after the confrontation was over. "Stupid, nasty-"

"Cyar'ika," Echo's warm voice broke your hostility, his fingers raising your chin to meet his eyes, "what was all that about?" The pale brown hues narrowed in concern as if you had just been in a serious altercation on his behalf and were injured in some way. "It's not like that doesn't happen all the time, what with the regs calling us defective," his laughter dying as he noticed your soured expression.

You crossed your arms over your chest indignantly, "Just because people insult you, Echo, doesn't mean it's okay. You don't deserve to be treated that way. By anyone." The reassuring brush of his hand- passing from your chin to your shoulder- made you even more upset as if he were okay with being so dehumanized by someone. You pushed his hand away, not because you were offended by his touch- far from it- but because you needed him to take your words to heart. "And stop with the Mando'a, you know I don't understand what you're saying. I'm being serious right now, ya know? You're not a droid. You're you. You're Echo."

The slight tilt of his head made your heart lock up as he smiled at you. He didn't say anything, he just stood there, the pale brown of his eyes highlighted by greens and blues from the bar. It was something you two often did, communicate with just a few looks, something that Crosshair had hissed and griped about, witnessing it on multiple occasions. As the two of you stood there silently for a moment, you began to notice his smile shift and the color of his cheeks showed a little darker. "A-About what you said to her-"

Your entire world came raging back, the music suddenly too loud for you to think properly. "O-Oh right! The...uh-"

"F-Feeling lucky if the two of us-"

You hummed in agreement, with his sentence, not your earlier sentiment. Not that if you thought about it long enough you would've disagreed with your truthfulness brought on by impulse. In fact, you had thought about it quite a lot since meeting the Arc Trooper. You couldn't help yourself, really… he was quite literally amazing at nearly everything he did. He was fluid on the battlefield, quick to make decisions, soft, and compassionate when someone needed comforting. He walked around as if the horrors of his dreams didn't haunt him, opting instead to care even more for those around him. Echo was a man of honor and you marveled at how he carries himself. Not to mention being in close quarters with him, or any of the Batch really, only heightened your ever-growing desire toward him. It was practically inescapable to see someone either in their blacks, partially dressed, or completely naked while on the Marauder. You had seen Hunter and Wrecker shirtless on more than a few occasions and even once seen Tech remove his blacks to use the fresher, and nothing was really wrong with any of those instances. Though the one that lingered in your mind, that just kept nagging at you when you were particularly desperate to reach out and have his pale hand touch you, was when you'd walked in on Echo after he'd finished in the sonic. You thought Crosshair had been the last one to use the fresher and hadn't seen anyone else take a turn, but when you pressed the button revealing the cybernetic clone with just a towel hanging around his waist you froze. You could've acted normal about it, muttering an apology and turning around but you'd only stood there floundering.

And that was how you reacted in this very same instance- dumbstruck and speechless- as your cheeks and ears burned desperately.

Clearing his throat, jolting your attention back to his face, Echo rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "Well, we can just forget about it. I'm sure it seriously threw her off when you said that, so that was a good tactic." He joked kindheartedly, eyes closing in that familiar charming, laid-back smile of his.

He honestly thought you were joking. Or just trying to defend him by saying anything that sounded good.

Maybe that was okay.

Maybe you could get away with not making anything awkward between the two of you. Maybe he saw how anxiously you reacted when he brought it back up and was gracious enough to drop it for your sake.

But was that fair?...

He deserved to know how handsome he was, just as much as any of his brothers- 99 or otherwise.

"Besides, like she said- whether it was meant as an insult or not- I'm a mangled mess. We can't have you wasting your good looks on me, now can we?" Echo tapped the tip of your chin with his hand gently, winking mirthfully at you.

He was being serious.

He didn't have any clue how desperate you were some nights to call out to him. Echo genuinely thought he was unwanted and he harbored it like a man devised for loneliness.

Never reciprocating his humor or obliging him in his self-deprecation, you remained stern, eyes locked with his handsome pale face. "I would fuck you right now in the middle of 79's if I knew we wouldn't get banned from the only clone bar on Coruscant."

Disbelief filled the clone's expression, eyes dilated to the size of Tech's goggles, his cheeks flushing a red bright enough to rival the neon lights. It was a terrifying leap to take, conveying these tight-lipped secrets you'd been carefully preserving but if it made Echo understand that he was just as desirable as any other man- clone, Jedi, or otherwise- then you'd shout it at every single person in the bar tonight. Your name fell from his lips in an airy exhale, frantically his eyes searched for any sign of banter or sarcasm but he was only met with decisiveness in your returning stare. "You..." he breathed again, deliberately slowing his racing heart, "You're being serious." At your resolute nod, brows furrowed and eyes stern, Echo looked down at himself critically. "B-But, I-"

"Do I need to prove it to you?" you provoked.

Echo's bewildered stare snapped back to your face, brows raised high in astonishment. "Pro-Prove it?"

Again you nodded with resolve. "You deserve it just as much as Hunter. I'll prove it to you right-" and before you could finish your sentence you were yanked forward away from the bar, weaving through the crowd. Echo's pale hand gripping your upper arm tightly enough not to lose you amongst the moving bodies. Confused but curious, you followed his lead.

Pulled to one of the single restrooms you felt yourself being slung inside, Echo behind you now, locking the door. The dingy lights were also a staple in the small room, the most of the illumination coming from the neon lights outside the high window. "Echo, what in the galaxy-"

"Say it again." His voice rushed as you turned to meet his urgent but dangerously narrowed eyes, the low tone startling you.

You knew he was referring to what you had said by the bar, but which part, in particular, left you timid to respond. "Say what again?" You finally managed, anxiously fiddling with a loose string on your pants.

The clone across the room looked positively possessed as he took only a single step toward you. "Tell me you want me." Echo pressed, the gravel to his voice making you shiver. "Please," his whispered demand nearly lost to the bass rumbling the walls.

This was certainly not where you had envisioned the night to go when you agreed to come out with your squad mates, but as you took a breath, you dove right into the dream. "I want you, Echo." And with the speed of an Arc Trooper, the man descended on you, pressing you into the wall. His body crowded around you, leaving no room to breathe in anything but him as his lips furiously pursued yours. Though he seemed desperate in his actions, there was a hesitation you felt in him. He was leaning against the wall by his arms, keeping himself just a hair's breadth away, afraid to touch you. Pulling back enough to speak against his lips, your hand found his cheek. "Touch me, Echo, please," your own plea a whisper.

His breath shook against your mouth as he faltered, "I-I'm afraid of ruining this…" His sincerity was the fear of a desolate man. "It's been so long… way before I looked-"

Reaching up beside you where his arms lay against the wall, gently guiding his hand and scomp-link to your body. "You can't ruin anything for me, I promise. I've been wanting this for so long, just touch me." A breathy exhale that sounded like a soft chuckle washed over your face at himself and to keep him from overthinking anymore you surged forward to press yourself against him fully- lips connecting.

The kiss you shared this time, was less desperate and hasty, instead imbued with passion and certainty as your tongue came out to greet his bottom lip. Mandalorian curses escaped under Echo's breath, voice trembling as he did, welcoming the dance you challenged. "I can't believe you want me… How could you want me?" Disbelief greeted you as you kissed him again trying somehow to get your affections across.

"How could I not?" Your simple reply caused him to look at you squarely, again searching your face as if he could find some hint of sarcasm or deception- but he found none. With a warm smile, you started unstrapping your armored chest piece and undressing from your standard issue GAR clothes. "Like I told the Twi'lek," you started as you set the clothes on a bar beside you, trying to maintain your composure with intense brown eyes observing you eagerly. "You're loyal, and kind. Funny as hell, adorable when you get embarrassed, charming when you aren't feeling too tired to banter around with me or your brothers," the last one made him chuckle a bit but it died off when the last of your clothes fell away and you stepped back up to him. "And no matter what's going on down here," you glanced down to where his codpiece sat, "I know you'll satisfy me completely."

"Kriff..." Echo stammered softly at the warmth of your hands reaching to unclasp his armor, a questioning look in your eyes. He grinned timidly, "I didn't think at this point you'd even feel the need to ask, cyare," to which you went at undressing him, yourself. Upon lowering yourself to the floor to undress his lower half, even with him imploring you to not get on the bathroom floor for him, you marveled when his blacks were pulled past his thighs.

"Well, color me surprised," your wistful voice made the clone groan in embarrassment as he covered his mouth with his hand, looking away bashfully. "Looks like you won't be disappointing anyone, will you, Echo?" You teased, glancing between the adorably sheepish look on his face and the solid cock that greeted you. Nothing amiss whatsoever. How could he be so insecure when he harbored this under his blacks?

Echo shifted on his robotic legs, anxiously, "There's no need for the commentary, cyar'ika," he complained, his voice deeper than usual as he stole glances at you between his legs as if he were caught watching something he shouldn't.

Smirking, you shrugged nonchalantly up at him, "Guess I'll just have to keep my mouth busy then." Your tongue splayed out over your bottom lip to experimentally lick at the head of his cock, reveling in the shaking gasp that escaped the clone.

"Oooh, k-kriff," Echo groaned helplessly, eyes screwing shut at the feeling blitzing through him like a barrage of blaster fire. The way his husky voice stretched out your name made your body ache for his touch.

You wanted more.

All of it.

All of him.

Your tongue danced along from the base to the tip a few times, placing delicate kisses here and there over his pale skin. It was sweet, watching him enjoy himself with such a small form of affection. The way his eyes fluttered every time your tongue swiped over the tip, how his teeth found purchase on the skin of his bottom lip to keep himself from making too many sounds. "Y-You gotta stop t-teasing me, mesh'la, please..." Echo breathed desperately, hand falling to the back of your head.

"Please, what, handsome?" The naïveté in your tone betrayed the way your eyes twinkled dangerously up at him and made him groan again, hand coming around to thumb your bottom lip, mesmerized by you.

"Please suck my cock." Desire finally blossomed in his eyes, the adorable timidness dissipating and giving way to a man who hungered for more. "I want to feel your mouth around me… I've wanted that for so long."

The admission surprised you, but you couldn't focus on it for too long before you acquiesced and took his cock into your mouth as far as you could before he hit the back of your throat. Echo choked out a moan at your motion, feeling the way your mouth warmed his skin, your tongue lapping around him. "S-So long… oooh, kriff. Wanted to feel your pretty mouth suck me off."

The filth murmuring from his pale lips was only fueling your lust as you hollowed your cheeks and started to bob your head back and forth on him. "I-I can't believe this isn't one of my-my dreams, oh fuck," Echo whispered as he looked down to meet your gaze, groaning at the hazy look in your eyes and whispering an astounded 'look at you' as his hand pressed into the back of your head. His hips thrust, against his better judgment, shoving himself further into your throat provoking a moan from the both of you simultaneously. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you relaxed, allowing him to fuck into your mouth at his leisure, the sounds he makes stirring you up more.

You pull back to catch your breath, a string of drool trailing from your tongue to his soaked cock. "You've dreamed of me sucking your dick, have you?"

"I've dreamed of many sinful things concerning you, cyare." Echo's voice was solid as he pulled you up by your arm, crushing his mouth to yours in a searing kiss. His tongue tasted yours for a moment, scomp pressing into your lower back so you were flush with him. The large expanse of his hand explored your body, mapping every scar and dip of skin to commit to his memory. "Your body is even better than I could've fantasized it; much softer, stronger." He whispered against your neck, placing warm open-mouthed kisses along it.

"Echo," you breathed out his name, his mouth dizzying you. "Show me what you've dreamed… I want to know."

The chuckle that escaped through his lips and fell over your skin sounded dangerous as if you asked him to show you his crimes. "Bend over for me then," the drawl of your name spurred a whine from you that made him grin and you spun around in his arms to place your hands steadily against the bar drilled into the wall. "Kriff, and I thought the sight of you sucking my dick was going to make me cum..." Echo muttered from behind you, his hand brushing down the curve of your spine, admiring the way goosebumps chased after his fingertips. "This view is sure to ruin me."

"Echo, please," you whined over your shoulder at him. The sudden change in power lost on you as you shifted your hips back to meet his, yearning for some sort of relief. Teasing him had done a number on both of you and you needed him to relieve you somehow.

"Looks like I can't deny how badly you want me now, can I, cyar'ika?" The cybernetic clone chuckled from behind you, leaning his tall body over your back to whisper, "Not when you beg for my dick like that." The warmth of his breath tickled the back of your neck and you moaned at the feeling. Without any more taunting, Echo finally leaned away from you to watch himself slip inside of you. "Shit… look at how you take me," he sounded nearly astonished by how his cock disappeared inside, appreciating the sight before him- second only to how you choked his dick.

"Stars, Echo," you moaned desperately, wincing at the stretch of him inside of you, panting as you took more as he pushed deeper inside. "M-More, please, fuck me Echo, please."

"Greedy, aren't you," Echo teased lightheartedly, chuckling at how you begged for him to take you. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he sank into you fully, his typical jovial attitude returning. It wasn't even as if he were teasing you in an expected sexy way. He was teasing you as if he caught you with your hand in the ration box, looking to take extras. The feeling of his cock dragging inside of you as he gradually pulled out to just the tip and then just as slowly pushed himself back in nearly made you sob at the burning fixation for him to shatter you. "I love feeling you like this. I can't believe you want this as much as I do. Kriff, you are stunning. Everything you do floors me." You continually whined his name as he spoke, moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace then you felt his hand brush up your back and grip your shoulder tightly as if bracing himself. "You're the reason I said no to the Twi'lek. I just want this, only this," he moaned as he pulled out one last time before stopping, whispering, "Only you," then hammering into you at a fracturing pace.

"Oh fuck, Echo!"

"That's it," Echo praised in his warm encouraging tone, your name falling from his lips like a tribute as he drives his cock into you over and over until you were almost screaming. His stamina was devastating, the force behind his thrusts calamitous as your body rocked against his. "What a breathtaking sight you are taking me like this, kriffing hells. I'm gonna cum," Echo stammered as his hips faltered narrowly.

You'd hardly been able to process anything he'd been saying, too deafened by the passion though you felt his hips shift a bit, slowing their pace and you begged, "Inside, inside please."

"Maker, y-you can't say it l-like that," Echo chided with a choked moan, "I-I," and with a shocked gasp, Echo's hips stilled as they pressed into you. The Mandalorian praises that intermingled with your name, the way his mouth fell to your shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kisses, everything coalesced to a white flash shooting through your body. A sob of his name reverberated off of the bathroom walls, echoing around the two of you as your release hit you. The force seemed to hit your knees and you faltered on your feet but were caught quickly by Echo's scomp-link arm, reeling you back into him.

"Careful there," the smile in his voice evident as he nosed at your temple, pressing a few gentle kisses along your cheek. "Just relax, I gotcha." The gentleness of his touches weaved around you, lulling you against his firm body and the mechanical parts cool against your hot skin. "Sorry, I know some of the pieces might be prodding you." He winced at the thought abruptly.

You shook your head in response, steadying yourself against him by wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling closer. "Perfect… You're cool, it feels good, don't move."

Content: Not much beyond the prompt... teasing... edging... unprotected P in V... yeah the hotness here is more in the build-up than the variety of sex stuff. 😂

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“Noble Sena–... To the esteemed senate… Mmfh…”

Your lips trailed along Echo’s cheek, nestling beneath his ear and moving at a glacial pace down the side of his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He took a deep breath, lowering his chin and trying again. 

“I come to you today… To… To speak on behalf… Of the– to the senate… Kriff!”

“You’ve got it, love. Go on,” you purred against his collarbone where you’ve pulled the neckline of his blacks down. 

“You’re making it insanely hard.”

“I know,” you smiled, nuzzling his neck before sitting up straight again. “And the speech sounds difficult too.”

He snorted, sharp features breaking into a mirthful grin as he ran his hand up and down your leg. You were straddling him in his chair, having stripped to just your underwear and a thin white tank top, and had been trying to get him to take a break. He’d spent the entire evening refining and practicing a speech he would give to the entire Senate; it was a marvelous opportunity to expand awareness of the plight of his brothers and hopefully secure a better future for them, with the compassion and support of more systems across the galaxy. But he was finding himself wishing more and more that he was getting shot at instead. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, eyebrows furrowing as you rocked your hips against him subtly. He inhaled sharply, the warmth and pressure on his cock stoking the fire in his core. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“Oh no,” you deadpanned. “Anything but that.”

He shook his head, the wry grin slowly fading from his face. “I mean, this is a… creative… way to prepare, but I’m never going to get through it all with you doing that.”

“Okay, how about this…” You sat still, straightening a little and cupping his face, placing an adoring kiss on his cheek before meeting his eyes as you climbed off of him and seductively began stripping off your panties. “I’m gonna get nice and comfy on you…” You leaned forward, ridding him of his own clothes now as he squirmed in his chair to aid your efforts, that beloved smirk on his face. “And I’m gonna give you what you want as you get through each paragraph.” His gaze darkened as you pulled your tank top over your head as slowly as you could, allowing your breasts to slide out beneath it and shaking your tousled hair across your shoulders once you were completely naked. 

“I quit,” he said, tossing the datapad onto the desk and moving to stand up.

“Nope,” you laughed, pushing him back down and straddling him again, your heart skipping a beat as he groaned at the sensation. “You finish the speech, then you can finish me. Here are the terms and conditions…”

“Go on,” he grumbled in mock annoyance as you stuffed the datapad back into his hand.

“You speak, I move,” you murmured, grinding lightly against him, nudging his length between your slick folds right where you liked it. He exhaled, grip tightening on the datapad as you leaned in close, resting your arms over his shoulders and pressing your breasts against his chest. “So let’s hear it, from the beginning.”

“Kriff…”

“I don’t think that’s a great way to start.”

Another snort.

You tilted your hips again, dragging your pussy along his cock where it was pressed between you, achingly hard. He sucked in a breath between his teeth, then began again. 

“Honorable Senators, I come to you today to speak on behalf of my brothers. I’m not a clone trooper, I’m a politicia– wait…”

You stilled your movements, waiting patiently as he cursed under his breath at the sheer restraint it required. He knew you were as stubborn as he was, and truth be told, he enjoyed the games you’d come up with. They certainly always ended well. 

“Alright… I’m not a politician, I’m a clone trooper, but we are united in the ideals for which we fight. Us on the battlefield, you in the political arena. The men I f-f-fought… Oh come on, that doesn’t count!”

You smiled against the side of his face where you’d leaned your head against his, having stopped the sensual shifting up and down that you’d been enjoying as you teased his tip against your entrance. “You stutter, I stop.”

“Kriff, you’re ruthless.”

“Maybe I’ll go faster if you get going yourself,” you teased, feeling him twitch against you. 

“Fine.”

He began again. You shifted again, rising up to bring your breasts tantalizingly close to his face as you angled your hips against him. His words nearly faltered, but he caught himself, and you sighed your approval as you pressed his cock into your folds. Gods, he felt so good, and you were ready to bounce him into oblivion right then and there, but you had a challenge to maintain. 

“The war is over, and we’re trying to build something better. But we can’t forget those who made this possible – the troopers who laid their lives down for what we now enjoy.” He groaned as you sank down further, slowly taking him in inch by inch. You’d gotten yourself quite riled up as well, the incredible sensations enhanced by the slick of your arousal. 

“Come on, trooper,” you whispered, feeling him shudder as you caressed the back of his head and neck, sitting all the way down on his lap and relishing the perfect stretch of him fully sheathed. “Mmmm, so good,” you murmured, smiling as he cursed under his breath and fought to keep going.

“We were created for war, trained to fight, and we did our duty without question. We fought because we believed in the Republic, in the ideals you all represent. Now, many of my brothers are struggling, abandoned without purpose or support…”

You began to move, slowly and sensually, tilting your hips as you rose and angling them back as you sank back down, stroking his cock with your pussy that clenched helplessly around his girth, barely able to hold yourself back. 

“We clones gave everything. We stood on the front lines, faced horrors most beings can't even imagine. We did it because it was our duty, because we believed in protecting the Republic. But now, we're being cast aside, treated like obslemach… obsolete… kriff!” he huffed as you stopped again, his cock twitching again with his own thin restraint. “It’s not fair.”

“You can do it,” you said softly against the side of his neck, having leaned against him as you paused your movement.

“I can do you…”

“All in good time,” you chuckled. 

“...actin like you’re just fine…” he muttered. You gave him a little nudge with your pelvis, and he started up again. “...Treated like obsolete machines. These men, my brothers, are suffering. They have physical and mental scars, and they need help. They need medical care, financial support, and a way to find a new purpose in this galaxy. We can't just abandon them. It's not right, and it goes against everything the Republic stands for. I know there are many pressing needs right now. Rebuilding is critical, but so is honoring our duty to those who served us so faithfully. Supporting our veterans isn’t just about paying back a debt; it’s about doing what’s right. It’s about showing that we value their sacrifice.”

“Ooh, look at you,” you smiled, having taken up your mercilessly slow pace of grinding against his cock, rising and sinking on his hard length and rocking it into the deepest parts of you. You sat back a little, arms around the back of his neck, and he had to move the datapad up over your shoulder to be able to see it, although that’s not where his eyes were. 

“Really? I’m supposed to ignore those?” he grumbled, eyes roving worshipfully and hungrily across your chest, where your tits rested softly to either side, supple and inviting. 

“Get through your speech and you can do whatever you want to them.”

“Ugh,” he huffed, simultaneously peeved and pleased. He dove his head down for a quick kiss to the top of one of them, eliciting a surprised giggle from you, then sat back up with a smug grin, cleaning his throat and resuming his speech.

“Cheater,” you laughed, beginning a serpentine motion that had his cock sliding into you at a different angle. Karking hell, you wanted him to finish quickly now. 

“The skills and experience these clones have are invaluable. With the right support, they can transition from soldiers to productive members of society. They can help rebuild our infrastructure, bolster our security, and inspire the next generation. Ignoring their plight weakens us all. To turn our backs on them now would be a betrayal of everything they fought for.”

“So good for me,” you breathed, relishing the quickly-spreading redness on his cheeks as he began to speak faster. 

“We need a comprehensive support program for our clone veterans. They need medical care, psychological counseling, financial assistance, and job training. They need a chance to find purpose and peace in this new galaxy.”

You began to move faster, grinding on him with an increasing need.

“Honorable Senators, this isn’t just a policy issue. It’s a moral imperative. We must show these men that their sacrifices meant something. We must give them the future they deserve. Please…” he panted, and you weren’t sure whether it was part of the speech or not. You were too far engrossed in the sheer sexiness of the focused look on his face, the way he tensed inside of you, the occasional flex of his thighs beneath you. 

“Come on,” you whispered, and he pressed his eyes tightly shut for a moment before trying to spit out the last words as quickly as he could. 

“Please support this proposal with your votes and with your hearts. Let’s honor the legacy of the clone troopers and ensure they can live with the dignitythey’veearnedthankyou! Kriff!” he exhaled, dropping the datapad on the desk and burying his hand in your hair, his other arm wrapping around you immediately. “That was the best and worst idea…” he panted, tensing his own hips to drive his cock into you. You gasped, moaning your delight as he dove into your neck, kissing and sucking with a fervor you’d not yet seen, and he braced your back as he thrust again and again. The feral energy was infectious, and you rested your head back into his hand as his mouth moved to your breasts, teasing with his tongue and tantalizing with soft teeth.

He angled your body carefully, holding you tenderly and strategically as he picked up the pace, groaning in deep satisfaction and primal desire as his cock dragged along your walls, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you. Now you were completely at his mercy, more than content with that as he murmured both praise and filth against your skin, fucking you relentlessly in the best way. Your hands roved across his body, feeling the muscles in his arms tensing with each rise and fall, each messy slap of his thrusts. His gaze was simultaneously affectionate and intense, provoking tingles in your chest until he squeezed his eyes shut, brows tightly drawn as he lost himself in you.

You breathed encouragement as he chased his climax, savoring every sinful sound it drew from him as he released his restraint. His arms tightened around you as his cock throbbed, filling your pussy with his hot spill amid unhindered moans that matched your own as he shuddered through his peak. Gods, you loved watching him fall apart like that. He continued sinking into you again and again, slowing gradually as he drew every last vestige of pleasure from the warm, soft, perfect feeling of your pussy. You caressed the back of his head, leaning into him again as he stilled, smiling against his cheek as he twitched one last time against the mess of arousal and release between the two of you. Breathless and enamored, he lifted his head to gaze into your eyes, a dreamily satisfied expression on his typically-stoic face. It warmed your heart, and you brushed the backs of your fingers against his cheek, heart flipping in your chest as he closed his eyes to bask in the tender affection for a moment. 

“Now it’s time for your–” He opened his eyes, suddenly alert and determined as he moved to sit up.

“Just enjoy it,” you offered, resting your palm over his heart. “You earned it,” you winked. 

“Heh,” he smirked, lifting a hand to shock you with a feather-light tease of one finger along the bottom of a breast. “You’ve racked up quite a debt too, I’m afraid.”

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You had already snagged your stockings squeezing through the fence and now your coat is dirty. The tight, short pencil skirt was just riding up your thighs, not meant to be jogged in like this you felt it tug your already runny tights as it refused to stay in place. Definitely not worth the twenty minutes you saved cutting through. 

You were trying to control your breathing against the fire starting in your lungs. 

No good, I'm gonna have to try to hide. 

You darted between the tight rows of tall crates. Lucky, the door of one was standing ajar. Diving into it you quickly pull the door closed with a sharp snap. 

“Wait!”

You jump, skin going cold as a figure rushes through the dark to slam the door of the crate. There was a clicking whine coming from the lock and the shadow was cursing. The voice was masculine, and he hit the door again with an odd sounding clang. 

“Kark!... Karken… Kriff me.”

You were frozen, scared stiff at the sudden aggressor so near to you and the implications of his fluster. 

Did… did I just lock us in?

Speaking of us,

“Commander… I've hit a snag,”

A blue light reflected off a sleek helmet visor as the stranger spoke into their comlink. 

“The timing bolts have activated. I'm disarming the explosives.”

Explosives?!

A voice crackled through the channel,

“Copy… what happened. Will you still make the rendezvous?”

The helmed figure seemed to look up at you, 

“Affirmative, just a delay. The plan still holds…”

You glanced about the container in a mild panic. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you were able to make out the faint blink of strategically placed devices around the container. The panic became something more cold and gripping. Those were explosives. 

“What the Kark! Who the Kark are you?”

The man jumped as if he hadn't expected you to move, let alone shout. A glint off the helmet in the dim light as he stooped to tap at the blinking devices strapped to the walls. He didn't answer. Maybe you didn't want to know. 

You fumbled for your mini pack, finding the lumenproj. You clicked the little ball and it lit up, hovering in place to cast shadows around the small container. 

Your new companion froze and you heard the thump of boots approach as the guards that were pursuing you passed by. He breathed again, finally turning to consider his other problem… you. A sudden apprehension gripped you. It was obvious he wasn't supposed to be here, and no one was supposed to know about it. 

You tensed, expecting an attack… but he just sighed, slumping against the wall. 

“Better get comfortable,”

He reached up with his hand, you're now seeing he had just the one, to click the helmet off the fasteners on his head. Your eyes widened at the familiar face that came into view. 

“You're a clone!”

“Is that a problem?”

“What is a clone doing planting explosives on a military dock?!”

You clenched your jaw suddenly. You didn't want to know. You wanted to pretend you never saw any of this. This wasn't the kind of thing that led to a long life. 

Maker's mercy he didn't answer again. 

“Look, these crates are fitted with timing locks. Even if someone came for us they wouldn't be able to access the door again for…”

He paced to the door, popping a small hinged panel to check a display… sighing again. 

“Eight hours.”

“Eight hours!” 

You had places to be, there was no way you were gonna stay stuck in a crate for eight hours,

“Hey!”

You shouted, running to the door to start hammering against it. 

Before you could even make contact an arm wrapped roughly about your middle, hard plastic managing to bite into you through the thick layers. A hand clamped over your mouth, cutting off any protest. 

“DON'T… do that. Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, but you can't do that… okay?”

You nodded and he released you. 

“I just said it was useless. All you'd manage is to get us killed.”

“So what, we just sit here?”

He nodded, sliding down the wall to sit. You scrutinized the clone that had apparently given up. His skin was pale, sunken over his cheek and brow. Metal and plastic attachments adorned his skull, wrapped around his ears and of course… the arm, replaced with a droid scomp. Once you got past what made him different you could see the familiar handsome clone features that appeared around Coruscant. Broad of shoulder, slim but sturdy waistline. 

At least there's scenery…

The thought made you smirk as you slid down the opposite wall, carefully between the rigged explosives. Your eyes followed the complicated web of devices attached about the container. It must have taken ages to set up the walls… All for, what? There was nothing in the crate. 

Your eyes finally meandered  back around to fall on the soldier again, catching him eyeing you back. Awkward. 

You pulled you pack over, sighing,

“You play sabacc?”

His face brightened a little as he saw you withdraw an old, worn card deck and a flask from your belongings. 

“What're we playing for?”

He was eager, but his face fell when he tapped his belt only to find a few broken data sticks and a defunct Republic credit. 

You thought about missing out with your friends, all excited for a new hot spot and what you had already planned on for the evening. Lifting a brow to your captive company,

“Clothes?”

~~~

This just wasn't fair. You glowered at the man smirking down at his fan of cards. He was cool as could be, sprawled back against the wall with a knee up, staring down his extended leg at the cards on the floor. 

Looking back down, you eyed your shyte hand and bit back a swear. 

You hadn't won a single hand, and despite your layers you now sat topless with your mini pack worn backwards to guard your dignity.

About half the flask was gone, and your flush was hard to think through as you tried to formulate a strategy with the cards you were dealt. You played one. He set another down without hesitation… but…

Tentatively you played the card you were holding back, eyeing what was layed on the floor.

“Ha! Got you… kriffing finally…”

He smirked playfully,

“What should I give you?”

You spotted the glint in his eye, the amused tilt of his brow… 

“You let me win, didn't you?”

“No! Course not,”

“Oh you did! You liar!”

You batted at his knee jokingly but winced when your knuckles struck metal. He chuckled, shifting his legs a little wider as he pulled his knee away. 

“Either way, you won… what do you want?”

Was it just you or was it getting hotter in here? His eyes were following you as you moved, darting down occasionally as the curve of a breast edged around the small pack hanging over your chest. 

“Do those come off?”

You defused the mounting tension, throwing him off guard by motioning at his earpiece. 

“Yeah… can't hear without it though…”

He clicked it off, handing the surprisingly heavy piece to you. His ears were exposed, scarred and twisted, the damage of high heat and soft flesh. You resisted the urge to reach out and touch the ragged scarring, instead looking over the circuitry of the device in your hands. 

“I change my mind, you should keep your hearing…”

He made a gesture towards his ear and shrugged, slacking his face into an exaggerated clueless expression. You snickered,

“You're kind of cute you know that?”

His eyebrows flew up and you smacked his leg again handing back the headpiece. 

“You said you couldn't hear anything”

He chuckled, snapping the device back onto his ears,

“I can still read lips,”

Your fluster was mostly show, but you still felt the need to get back at him a little. You grabbed his hand. 

“I'm taking this instead.”

Slowly, you tugged the fabric of his glove from his pointer finger, letting the fabric slide off on its own from the gentle coax. The article was surprisingly soft, the color that of a rich, fermented nectar that was so vivid in the dim light it made your mouth water. 

His hand hung in the air where it was freed from the fabric, strong fingers, clean nails. For just a glove that felt more… intimate than you anticipated. He closed his fist drawing his arm to himself and started breathing again, reminding you to do the same. 

But not for long. It might have been the drink, or the heat, or the sharp cut of his jawline but like a compulsion you crawled forward and brushed your lips against his. You drew back a breadth, biting the ghostly tickle on your lip from where they made contact; waiting for his response. 

Calmly, his hand brushed up your arm to cup the bicep. He pulled you off balance from how you knelt over him so that your lips pressed more firmly together. There was a coolness to them, and his nose where it brushed your face… in comparison, you'd imagine you felt like fire. 

You settled over his extended leg, leaning against his chest to squish the pack between you. He pulled back to look down at the bag with a cocked eyebrow. Flicking his gaze back to meet yours, he cautiously raised his hand to hook the strap. Scomp twirling through the opposite side, he pulled the pack from your shoulders to fall below your breasts. 

“Cheater… you didn't win that one.”

His smirk was a little sloppy, not taking you too seriously with your nipples hardening under his gaze; it contrasted the polite timber in his voice,

“My apologies, Ma’am, what penalties should I pay?”

“Hmm… that's quite the debt,”

You ran your hands under the edges of the breast plate, finding the little magnetic locks. You popped them with a sharp click, claiming the armor for yourself. 

“This for starters…”

You ran your hands over the looser knit the armor was hiding, feeling hard bumps down the center of his chest as you found your way to his belt buckle. Another soft click and the leather attachments about his hips fell away. 

Pausing here, you leaned back onto his chest pressing your breasts against the soft sweater still separating your skin. You gave him a firm kiss, tugging where the shirt was tucked into his waistband. He mumbled against your lips, the low tone vibrating through where you were pressed to him. 

“How much do I still owe?”

“Oh, a lot still… I might have to take all of it, leave you naked on the docks.”

He snorted at the image and admittedly lame drunken flirting. Your composer broke too, 

“Kark it, just help me get this off you,”

He froze when he felt your tug on his clothes become insistent. 

“What, what's wrong?”

“I just… didn't think it'd go this far …”

You tilted your head, sitting topless on his thigh,

“Where'd you think this was going?”

He shrugged and you shoved the flask back into his hand before reaching down to tug at the fasteners to his pants. You heard a slosh and a gulp as he took a large swig before casting it aside to help remove his pauldron and gauntlet. 

Tugging the hem of the sweater up with a broad lift of his arms, you drank in more of that deep red as the undershirt came into view. He didn't have much room to maneuver between you and the wall and the sweater got caught on his chin, arms up with no leverage to get out of the sleeves. He had trapped himself and sighed deeply. 

Stifling a giggle you slip your thumb into the neck hem under his chin, pulling it up over his wide nose… but not freeing him. You teased his lips with yours, brushing your nose against his. He held his breath and you kissed him, stealing it away from him as your tongue darted across his. 

Your hands slid under the red tank, pulling it up to his collarbone. With his chest exposed he shrank a little, at your mercy with his arms caught… unless he made a fuss, which tellingly, he wasn't. Using your fingertips you traced back down his slim pecks, over the studs you had felt earlier and he shivered. 

“Does that hurt?”

“No, just… tickles.”

“Tickle good or tickle bad?”

“Uh… b-”

You leaned down, licking the scarred skin along the side of one of the protrusions. 

“Ah!..  uh… I dunno.”

“Hm,”

You shifted lower on his thigh to be more even with his chest. Carefully, you pressed your mouth over one of the bolts, warming the metal with your lips. The skin under you twitched while the man considered the sensation. 

“ ...That feels nice,”

You moved to the parallel one, warming it too as you brushed your fingers down his sternum, prominent through his pale skin. 

His leg under you trembled, bumping the soft mound under your panties where you straddled his thigh. You gasped softly at the contact through your thin stockings. Though the drink had you in action, you hadn't really felt how much this was turning you on. The light brush felt good. 

The sound made the man under you tense, once more moving to try to free his arms.

“Help me out of this.”

You obliged moving up again, subtly pressing against his leg as you grabbed the sweater and tugged it up. You sighed together as his arms came free and he wrapped his live arm about your hips pulling you down to grind harder against his leg making you moan more honestly. 

You took the invitation to move against him, whimpering at the needy pressure building between your legs as his eyes took you in. His scomp was tracing the outline of your breast, gently pressing the soft flesh to show off its cleave against your chest. He pulled you in, kissing and caressing where the skin folded, nuzzling his cold nose against the crease. 

Your own thigh was rubbing against his groin as you rode his leg, you could feel him hardening under the open fly. Wanting it, you reached through the open slacks to retrieve him, making his throat catch as your warm fingers stroked against him. 

“I need to get these tights off…”

Your free hand reached down, trying to get an angle on the waistband under your skirt. Instead, you were pushed up to stand while he rose to his knees, spinning your position so your back hit the wall. You were suddenly very aware of the twists of wire and blinking detonators to your sides. 

“Careful, I don't fancy getting blown up…”

He shrugged,

“It's not so bad after the first time.”

You could feel your face scrunch slightly not sure whether to laugh,

“That… explains some things”

He grinned, then reached up grabbing a handful of your tights, piercing them with his scomp. Tearing through the new hole he ripped the tights up through the groin. Your thong had already been visible through the translucent fabric, but now he could see how turned on you were; the light from the lumenproj glinting off your slick thighs and damp underthings. He ran his tongue up the exposed, tender skin of your inner legs, tasting you, making you pant,

“Krriffff…”

Your leg twitched at the feeling of his tongue passing over your flesh, flicking at the sensitive skin at the joint of your hip… so very close to your panty line. Your breath stopped and you focused on him to realize he was staring back. 

Sure your attention was on him, he leaned back in, nuzzling his nose against the fabric covering you to feel the shape of you underneath. A sharp whine escaped you as you felt his mouth press against your panties, tongue flashing out to massage the folds beneath. His hand drifted up to the thong’s band, twisting it to tighten the material against you; defining the shape more clearly. He continued licking, hard fast presses that dampened the fabric further, forcing sobs of need from your throat. 

Needing more you bucked back, hands cautiously finding their way to his ear pieces and then, taking hold of them. He hardened his tongue against you letting you use him to rub just right…

Your knees buckled and he caught you before you slid too far down the wall. You leaned against the cool metal gasping.

“You okay?”

False concern, he wasn't able to mask the pride tinging the baritone whispered into your thigh. 

“I'm fine… good, even…”

He chuckled,

“Good.”

He moved to stand, pushing you more upright. His scomp was guiding your leg up, slinging your knee over the attachment as he jabbed the point through the thin plate of the wall into the insulation. You balanced on your other foot, slightly on tiptoe with how high he pinned your calf. 

You noticed him tugging the undershirt back down and made a small noise of protest. 

“Shh, sorry, I don't want to catch your skin,”

He pressed against you claiming your mouth and  you dropped the complaint, wrapping your arms about his shoulders. The soft fabric felt nice against your chest, cushioning the bolts punctuating his ribs. His lips distracted you further but it wasn't long before your attention was drawn to the hard cock pressing against your covered quim. He pulled back to look at you, fingers slowly trailing up your thigh, waiting for a protest that didn't come. He slid his thumb under the hem of the thong and slipped it to the side. 

No hesitation, he guided himself to your entrance, penetrating slowly and making you squirm. Once he was in enough to not slip his hand found new purchase under your ass, lifting your other leg and straightening your hips. He sank further, finally hitting his pelvis against yours with a satisfying thump and a sigh of relief. 

You pulled him to you, kissing him fervently to spurn his hips into action. He groaned into your mouth as his muscles flexed under your fingers and he moved. His slight form scooped against you, a long passionate stroke as he slowly withdrew from your body just to slam home again.

 You cried out, head falling back with the jolt of pleasure. His lips found his way to your neck so conveniently thrust towards him and you leaned your cheek against his sharp brow. Your body shook with his rutting, hips hitting the wall you were suspended against. Hot breath was panted into your neck, the drink and teasing having him already skirting the edge of pleasure. 

Using what leverage you had, you pushed on his shoulders, lifting your hips to meet his, helping him get you there too. You bit into him, muffling a cry as you went over, coming against him.

“I'm close too,”

He was breathy, lost in the feel of you. 

“Should I…?”

You considered through your haze a moment,

“You should… in my mouth,”

His breath hitched and he released you, pulling his scomp from the wall and catching your arm to guide you to your knees. 

You quickly took him in your mouth, tasting yourself on his shaft and he groaned, grinding against your tongue. He was stroking his length, so you reached up to cup his balls feeling them twitch and tighten as he finally came. The hot, bitter tang filled your mouth and you struggled to swallow it down around his cock still twitching and bucking between your lips. 

He sank into the wall, resting his forehead on his arm while his scomp hung limply. His eyes, half lidded, stayed on you underneath him as you found the discarded flask and took a swig, swishing it around before swallowing,

“How much time left?”

“Hmm?”

“Till we can unlock the door?”

He blinked, tapping something on his wrist,

“Six and a half hours…”

“Kriff me.”

“Again?”

~~~ 

The fresh air tasted sweet, but his saliva was on your lips all the sweeter and it was all you could think about as you walked out into the corridor of tall, stacked metal. You turned to him before you could part ways,

“Do you have a personal com?”

“No.”

Answered flat, but then he met your gaze and corrected,

“Not yet.”

You searched your pack, pulling out a tube of lipstick. Rolling the hem over where his scomp connected to skin, you wrote your name and channel right above the scarring. Flicking your eyes back to his golden ones,

“Don't smudge it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He paused, staring at you a moment more before slipping his helmet back on and starting off in the other direction. 

“Wait!”

You recoiled at the way your voice reverberated off the metal crates and instead jogged towards him a little. 

“Wait… what's your name?”

He turned back, giving a small salute,

“I'm Echo,”

~~~

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Terrorist attack on Coruscant!

Strategic storage facilities of the Imperial army have been targeted by violent insurgents, his excellen-

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“Hey… hey, hey you okay?”

You blinked at the hand your friend was waving in front of your face. 

“Huh, what?”

“You good? You were just staring at the news smiling like a maniac,”

“Oh! Uh… my mind was somewhere else…”

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Author's Note: Oh how I want to write more for Echo.

-Legacy Post-

A flush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Perhaps... but I sense this is something you've desired for quite some time, Sir," you whisper huskily, before claiming his lips with your own, feeling a rush of excitement as he presses you against the wall.

After the consistent exchange of flirtatious glances and the occasional suggestive remarks after months, the tension between you and Echo finally reached its boiling point. Unable to resist any longer, you whispered in his ear for him to follow you after the batch decided to have celebratory drinks at a rather upscale bar.

As you both slipped away, your hands couldn’t stay off each other. "I got us a room… do you want to do this?" you asked, your words muffled by the heat of his breath against your lips, followed by a gasp as he trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

"Absolutely," he replied, his smirk obvious against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just lead the way."

Taking his hand and ensuring the others didn't see (not that it was any of their business anyway), you led him up to the room, a mixture of excitement and a touch of anxiety coursing through you as you entered. You were both really doing this.

When the door hissed closed behind you both, you looked at each other, the realization that you were finally alone together hitting you.

Silently, he unclipped all of his armor pieces and set them aside, you doing the same with your gear, but also slipping off your shirt. Echo gazed at you, nothing but awe in his eyes.

You chuckled at his reaction and pointed to your face. "My eyes are up here, handsome."

"Well, that’s good to know because…” he smirked as he approached, a soft hand cupping your cheek as his scomp rested on your hip, “…I like your eyes."

He pulls you closer, both consumed by another fiery kiss until you tumble onto the bed with him falling on top of you, his hand exploring your chest, touching you in all the places you've fantasized about.

Shedding the remainder of your clothes and Echo's, he sits between your legs, admiring you for a moment. "I feel so lucky right now."

"As do I," you grin, your lips swollen and eyes filled with desire as you take in his form. However, when you briefly glance at his cybernetics, you notice him shift uncomfortably. He doesn't say anything, instead chuckling and focusing on his hand's work. Slipping between your legs, you gasp his name as he expertly caresses your sex with precision and tenderness.

"Mmm, do you like that, darling?" he whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you enjoy it when I touch you there?"

"Y-yes, oh yes, Echo," you moan, your skin ablaze with desire as he swiftly brings you to climax, his words of praise and encouragement sending you soaring to cloud nine.

Your gaze drifts to his throbbing cock beside you, and you smirk as you reach out, taking it in your hand. His reaction is immediate—a gasp followed by a deep groan. "Such a beautiful cock," you purr, stroking along its length as his movements between your legs intensify.

Desiring to maintain eye contact as you pleasure him, you do struggle to keep your gaze fixed on him. Your eyelids grow heavy as the impending orgasm coils tightly within your core, causing your back to arch in response to his touch. He's biting his lip, gasping, his breaths deep and heavy as his hips grind into your soft palm.

"I want to make love to you," he breathes, and you eagerly comply with his request, releasing his cock and pulling his lips back down to yours, his member pressing against your stomach as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

"Then love me, Echo," you pant, your voice filled with longing. "Love me."

He groans in response, taking hold of his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the gentle rub of his tip.

He locks eyes with you as he slowly sheathes into you, filling you gloriously. "Fuck, yes—just… just like that," you moan, sitting up on your elbows, watching as his tip disappears inside you.

As you lay back on the bed, Echo places his hand on your thigh, spreading your legs an inch wider as he begins to rut inside you, his movements slow and tender. "This is all for you, darling… all for you," he whispers.

Your eyes flutter closed, savouring the sensation of his stiff cock pushing slow and deep inside you, your body tightening around his girth. But you crave more. You want him to love you passionately, yet at this moment, he's being too delicate.

"Faster, Echo, fuck me faster, baby," you moan, feeling him pick up the pace. But as you open your eyes, you see him deep in concentration.

"You can be a little rougher," you suggest, prompting him to still his movements, his cock remaining warm inside you.

Raising a brow at his concern, you reassure him, "You won't hurt me. I trust you. You can fuck me however you want."

His eyes flash with understanding, and suddenly, both of your legs are draped over one of his shoulders as he bends you almost in half, before he starts slamming down into you with increasing force, eliciting moans that scratch at your throat as he becomes more demanding.

Your hands grip at his shoulders, gasping as pleasure floods your senses, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin reverberating around the room. "Is this rough enough for you, darling? Do you like it nice and hard?" he taunts, delivering a complete switch-up, bordering on rough yet remaining aware that he will be gentle if you ask him to be.

"Yes! Stars, yes!" you cry out in ecstasy, your legs aching from the intense position, but the pleasure is undeniably worth it.

"So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to fuck you," he murmurs, his hand gripping your thigh tightly, his scomp ensuring your legs stay positioned over his shoulders. After another minute of him fucking you so good, he releases you, panting before flipping you onto your stomach.

Your face is buried in the duvet, hands gripping tight as he positions himself at your entrance again before sliding in. "O-oh, Echo!"

"That’s it, my beauty," he whispers, leaning over you to kiss between your shoulder blades. "Is this okay?"

It's more than okay. He's more than okay.

"Yes, don’t stop—don’t stop until you cum inside me, Echo," you beg, earning a sensual chuckle in return as he thrusts into you, his scomp resting on the base of your back and the other tangling in your hair, tassels of hair scrunching between his fingers as he delivers back shots like you’ve never experienced before.

With a steady pace and sharp, precise thrusts, your eyes sting from the intensity of him stretching you open and lightly tugging at your hair. "M-More."

He shifts from being on both knees to kneeling on just one, finding a better rhythm as he continues to plow into you, releasing your hair and placing his hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him so you can meet his thrusts as he pounds you into the bed.

Stars blur your vision once again, your moans muffled by the duvet as he takes you from behind. You can feel your orgasm building again, and by his ragged breaths, you know he is too.

You're moved again, this time onto your side as he slides in behind you, keeping your leg raised in the air as his arms wrap around you, sliding into your slick hole effortlessly. Your gazes lock as he cups your jaw with his hand. "Are you close, darling? I'm—fuck—I'm not going to last much longer."

You nod feverishly, biting your lip as sweat glistens on your body. "Yes, yes, yes, please cum in me, Echo. I need you."

"I've got you," he murmurs, leaning in to tenderly kiss you, his thrusts becoming labored. "I love you so much."

Your arousal peaks at his words, and you whimper your reply into his mouth as you feel his seed fill you up and drain out of you. "I love you too, Echo."

Panting, you reach your climax, your body trembling, but he holds you close, murmuring softly in your ear. "That's it... you did so well." He kisses the side of your head as he slips out of you, the sensation lewd but a wave of tiredness washing over you.

When Echo returns from the refresher after saying he was going to get something to freshen you up, he pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you lie in bed, bathed in moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows over your body.

Sensing his presence, your eyes flutter open, and you warmly smile at him. "See something you like?"

"Absolutely," he chuckles, stepping closer and handing you a cloth and towel. After you freshen up, you curl up under the duvet, Echo slipping in beside you. You nestle into his embrace, the silence between you comfortable.

But as you wince while shifting, he immediately panics. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, sweetie," you reassure him softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm just a bit tender. It's been a while," you admit sheepishly.

"Well… if you're sure," he says softly, visibly relaxing.

"I'm sure. I loved tonight. Thank you for being careful with me," you smile, and Echo can't help but plant a kiss on your hair, holding you close until the two of you fall asleep after a perfect night, at long last.

Being in a relationship while on the run was difficult, but finding time alone while on a cramped ship with four other people made it even more difficult. Finally, finally you and Echo had The Marauder to yourselves, the most time you’ve had alone since you started becoming…intimate. You both weren’t sure what you were yet, but what started as lingering glances and soft words became gentle stolen kisses and roaming fingers at every chance you could be alone. You were currently on Echo’s lap on his bunk, and what began as a sweet kiss was now feverish, swallowing one another’s quiet sighs as your hands roamed up under his shirt, feeling his warm muscles flex with your touch.

Echo’s fingers were wrapped in your hair, focusing intently on bringing you as close as possible to him. His other arm was around your back, careful not to poke you with his scomp.

Your dampening arousal was rubbing against the bulge growing in his pants, becoming hard to ignore for much longer.

Echo desperately wanted you, wanted to take care of you to the fullest extent, but a nagging anxiety in the back of his mind has been holding him back.

He found it hard to believe that you, someone so exquisite and wonderful and perfect, would want someone as imperfect as him.

Echo was worried his cybernetics would be too uncomfortable, too cold, too cumbersome.

That hasn’t stopped you yet, and you’ve told him dozens of times you aren’t bothered, that he was absolutely perfect, but Echo still struggled. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, both your lips swollen and glossy from saliva.

“I want to see you…” You muttered, gazing at him with half-lidded eyes, the want for him burning in your belly. “All of you.” “Are you sure…?” Echo whispered, your lips trailing down the side of his strong jaw to his neck.

You haven't taken your relationship past impassioned kissing and rutting against one another, but tonight you had the time to go further if you desired.

You hummed, nodding as you kissed down his neck. “Only if you want, though.” You nibbled right below his ear, and Echo’s response was immediate.

His hips bucked up against yours, a whine leaving his lips. You were surprised by his reaction, pulling away to look at him. Echo's eyes were wide, and he looked sheepish.

“Did someone get turned on by that?” You smiled, repeating your action at the same spot, excited by his reaction.

“I…” Echo’s words were lost in his throat as he whined again, feeling you gently suck at the sensitive area on his neck, his cock now straining between your legs.

You wiggled your hips, the delicious friction sending sparks up your spine as he let out another quiet gasp. 

You trailed your mouth down, leaving kitten licks and nibbles as you went. Echo was clutching the back of your shirt, his breath coming out in huffs.

“We’ll go as far as you're comfortable…” You looked into his eyes that were now blown wide with desire. Echo knew you wanted more, and was thankful you were willing to take things slow.

The way you were handling him tonight, though, he felt more emboldened. Heat licked in his nerves at the way your mouth felt on him. He wanted, no, needed to feel your mouth elsewhere.

“You can keep going.” He grunted, watching you intently as your hand trailed between your torsos, down to the waistband of his blacks.

“Can I…?” You asked, watching his face for any signs of doubt. Echo swallowed thickly and nodded. “Yes.” 

You palmed over his crotch, Echo’s head falling into your neck as he emitted a deep groan. “You like that?” You whispered, rubbing his cock through the material, a wet spot forming as you handled him. “Keep going, mesh’la.”

You tugged gently at his waistband, and he made no effort to stop you. He lifted his hips to help you pull down his blacks enough to free his cock, red and swollen, dripping and aching for relief. You took in the sight of it, hungry to taste him. "You don't have to if you don't want to-" Echo started, seeing you staring, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

You gently ran your fingertips over his velvety head, and Echo let out a sound so lewd you almost came yourself, spreading his desire over his cock.

 "You're beautiful, Echo." You muttered sweetly, seeing the flash of worry on his face disappear as you ghosted your fingers down his thick shaft.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked quietly, still caressing his cock.

“Can you-can you use your mouth?” Echo almost felt embarrassed for asking, but quickly forgot as you eagerly left his lap and kneeled between his legs.

You looked up at him, smiling. Echo felt some relief in his chest, knowing his doubts from before were silly, now his only desire was to see your mouth around his cock. 

You gently licked up his shaft, relishing in how he tasted, wanting nothing more than to please him. You gave his cock the same attention you did his neck, soft kisses and nips up and down his length. Echo instinctually bucked his hips, his one hand coming to grasp the back of your head. “K-Kriff…mesh’la…” He groaned, his eyes flying open at the sensation. You smiled to yourself, taking his sensitive tip between your lips and suckling as you stroked his shaft.

“I’m not going to-” Echo stuttered, your mouth warm on his cock, his ecstasy building. You took him in your mouth as far as you could, not able to fit him completely. Echo’s delicious sounds were louder as you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue and letting out your own moans as you hollowed out your cheeks. 

Your free hand was rubbing and squeezing his thigh right above where his cybernetics started, feeling his muscles spasm as pleasure flooded his senses. “I’m going to-where do you want me to…?” Echo’s voice was hoarse, desperate as he looked down at you. You didn’t stop your pace or release his cock, giving him your answer. You squeezed his length, taking his cock as far as you could in your mouth. With a few more bobs of your head, Echo gripped the back of your skull, careful not to hurt you as he came, spurting his hot release down your throat, your name a long, deep moan as you eagerly sucked him dry. You release him with a pop, looking up at him from between his legs. Echo’s face was flushed and sweaty, his eyes wide. It was a wonderful sight. “How was that…?” You asked, rising from your knees as Echo pulled up his pants. Echo cradled your head with his hands and kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. “Incredible. Thank you.” Echo muttered against your lips. “May I repay you, mesh’la?” His voice dropped, his tone laced with a new confidence, something he hasn't felt since his ARC Trooper days. Yes." You breathed as Echo carefully laid you down on his bunk. He was at your neck now, hotly licking and sucking, carefully tracing his scomp down your body and between your legs, rubbing gently at your arousal.

You keened, whimpering and arching against him, his boldness growing at your reactions.

"Did someone get turned on by that?" Echo repeated your words from earlier, his seductive question gravely in your ear as his scomp continued to press into you.

“Good thing we have all night to find out…“

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Wrecker

You're all hot, your thighs cling to his. It had happened rather unintentionally at first. Wrecker cuddled with you, it's already late, and his leg is half between your thighs. He moves and immediately feels you respond, the little gasp, the heated cheeks, the flash of your eyes. Wrecker flexes his muscles, moving his massive thigh carefully between yours, creating even more friction. "You like that, don't you?" You bite your lower lip, flash him a suggestive smirk, and nod. Wrecker suddenly rolls onto his back and yanks you along with him, eliciting a startled yelp. You're sitting over him now, still his massive thigh between yours. "Come on sweetie, let off steam, ride on". You hesitate only very briefly, the offer is too appealing and as he tenses his muscles again, the temptation just too great. You move your hips, rubbing your pussy over his hard tensed bare thighs, your panties already all wet. Your clit is throbbing, your hands are resting on his broad chest, your fingernails are leaving marks. But Wrecker doesn't complain, he watches you fascinated, his huge cock, bulges unmistakably in his tight-fitting boxers. Your gaze wanders right there, and the sight sends new, hot impulses through your pussy. You climb off his thigh, right over his lap, and start rubbing against his hard length. Wrecker lets out a surprised but definitely aroused gasp, licking his lips. Pressure builds in your abdomen, a tingling that pulses harder and harder, making your pussy twitch as your juices seep through the fabric of your panties and his boxers. Your hips are getting faster and faster. "That's my girl, keep riding".

You hoarsely moan his name, feeling the climax building, every muscle taut, a deep tingle in every nerve ending. "I'm gonna-" Wrecker nods, "Me too." You feel his cock pulsing close to your pussy as you rub against him, a gasp catching in your throat as your orgasm floods your senses and makes your thighs quiver, a pulse sweeping over you like a wave. You see Wrecker beneath you doing the same, and a satisfied smile spreads across your lips. After a few heavy breaths, Wrecker grins at you. You say, "You're better than any roller coaster ride," and elicit a happy laugh from him.

Crosshair

He has you pressed against the wall, one of his thighs between yours. One of his hands is clawed at your hip, the other is on your neck. Crosshair is particularly dominant today, and you love it.

Your skirt is pushed up slightly and his thigh plate rubs over the fabric of your panties. You clearly feel how you get wet, an initially tender pulse arises. With each of his movements, this pulse increases, tingling in your clit, in your pussy. But suddenly he stops completely. Restlessly, you move your hips, seeking the delightful friction against his thigh, and a grin shows on his face.

"That's a good girl, get what you need, rub against me".

Crosshair presses his thigh against your pubic again and holds still. Heat of shame rises in your cheeks, but still you continue to rub against him, unable to resist that tingle as he holds you pressed against the wall.

Your hips continue to move, chasing this sensation that increases with each rub.

Crosshair's lips descend on yours, engaging them in a fiery kiss that sets off a firestorm in your nerve endings. The tingling in your belly spreads to your chest, the pulse in your pussy intensifies, you feel your juices by now seeping through your panties onto his thigh plate.

You hear voices, not too far away. Crosshair has pulled you into a corner in a public city garden. People can't see you directly unless they're looking for you, but they can hear you because the walkway passes very close to the bushes and the wall of the house where you are.

His lips leave yours, but his face remains very close, you feel his hot breath on your skin. Your thighs, clasped around his, begin to tremble, your hip movements become faster.

You bite your lower lip, desperate not to be too loud. Your breathing is heavy and fast. You see a small smile twitch around the corners of his mouth. The pulse in your pussy peaks. Your mouth flaps open, the gasp catches in your throat, your movements become slower, more erratic, while the intense tingling first reaches an explosive peak, then, very slowly, fades away.

You hear him laugh softly.

"Good girl," he says, removing his codpiece.

Crosshair pulls his thigh back between yours, reaches under your skirt, and slowly pulls your wet panties down, to your ankles. He turns you around, facing back toward him, and presses himself against you.

"Continue to be a good girl and bend over".

Rex

He knows you really shouldn't be doing this right now, but he looks at you, sees how much you enjoy it, how aroused you are, and can't resist. His hands are on your buns, helping the movements of your hips as you rub your pussy against his thigh.

He's sitting on an ammo crate in the hold of a gunship, in the hangar. In the distance you hear voices, footsteps and other sounds, people crossing the hangar. His heart is beating up to his neck, afraid you might get caught.

His thigh plate is lying on the box next to you, he has tightened his muscle on which you are rubbing so pleasurably, sighing softly and moaning. He looks into your face, and he loves this expression when you are horny and greedily seeking release on his body.

His cock, despite all the fear of being caught, is rock hard and pulsing impatiently behind his codpiece. But there is no time for that now, besides he has nothing with him to clean up a possible mess.

This wasn't planned, it just happened. Actually you came here to say goodbye, Rex was supposed to leave for a mission that would probably take a few days, maybe even weeks.

But now you're riding his thigh, rubbing against it, your arms clasped around his shoulders as if your life depended on it.

Your arousal has already soaked through his Blacks, seeping through the fabric down to his skin. He would later reattach the plate to it, hoping no one would see the stain.

You hastily removed your pants, lying next to Rex's thigh plate. His strong hands greedily knead your buns, pressing you harder against his thigh. He wishes you had time for more.

In your belly there is a throbbing, a tingling, just like in your pussy, your clit. The tingling travels through all nerve endings, like a wave that finds its climax, its impact on the shore, between your thighs.

You tremble with excited tension, moaning out, but Rex hastily puts one of his hands over your mouth.

"Darlin', you need to keep it down," he says gently but seriously.

You don't listen to him at all, your thighs clinging to his, trembling, as your orgasm rolls over you. With Rex's hand on your mouth, you roll your eyes back and your fingers cling to the armor on his shoulders.

Rex can't help but stare at you, fascinated. He smiles, but he also sighs softly, wistfully. He wants to pull you closer into his arms, but you surprise him when you hurriedly stand up and put on your pants.

That's probably better, he thinks silently, after all, you could be caught here at any moment. But to his renewed surprise, you don't plan to leave, or say goodbye, at least not as he imagined.

Rex is still sitting in front of you on the crate. You push his thighs apart and kneel between them, hastily loosening his codpiece and grinning cheekily at him from below.

"You didn't think I'd let you go short, did you?"

Fives

You're sitting at a table with Fives at 79's, actually on his lap with your back to him. It's loud, the music vibrates through your whole body. The club is full, the dance floor is full, as are all the other tables and the bar.

Still, you've been secretly rubbing up against him, covered by the table. Fives has specially taken off his thigh plate, so you can rub your pussy against his tense muscle. Your movements are subtle, barely noticeable, you can't move as you'd like to chase your climax.

Five's mouth comes close to your ear, and he asks over the loud music, "Do you want more?"

You lean toward him and say, "I can't, too many people."

But that doesn't bother Fives as he reaches forward, between your legs under your skirt. His fingers wander, immediately under the fabric of your panties and deftly find the small, sensitive pearl that instantly begins to pulsate under his touch.

You look around, startled, but no one seems to be paying any particular attention to you. Fives act is covered by the table and as long as no one gets on their knees near your table, it will stay that way.

He rubs your clit with pleasure, you can't see his face at the moment, but you know there's a self-satisfied smile on his lips, especially when he feels your thighs tighten.

He pushes you forward a bit on his lap so that he can also reach under your skirt and between your legs from behind, with his other hand. With ease, he pushes the fabric of the panties aside, finds your wet hole and gently slides first one, then a second finger between your slick walls and begins to gently pump. Your juices drip down his fingers as he stimulates you in this way and the fingertips of his other hand, continue to dance diligently over your clit, almost matching the beat of the music.

Every muscle in your body is tense with excitement. Fives knows every point by now, every movement that gets you going. You'd love to moan out loud and snuggle up to him uninhibited while he fingers you, but you have to pull yourself together.

As he feels your pussy twitch, his fingers speed up, in your cleft as well as on your clit. The intensity increases very quickly and steadily all at once. The knot in your belly dissolves into a pulse coursing through your twitching pussy, tingling all the way down to your toes.

Fives has felt it clearly. He teasingly tickles your pearl and the entrance to your hole he penetrated earlier with his fingers, making you twitch briefly from the over stimulation. Finally, he lets go of you, leans close to your ear again and says, "Good girl".

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