#vampire!din

You looked downright dewy when you opened the door for Din. He took a visibly deep breath and held it for a second, savoring all the little notes that went into your scent. You ushered him in and locked the door behind him. He set your snacks on the nightstand and you hopped onto your bed, smoothing out the towels underneath you.

You crossed your legs and bit your lip. "Welcome. I'm glad you could interrupt your schedule to accommodate me."

"And I'm just glad I can offer you help when you need it for once."

You were cramping. He knew exactly what to do to alleviate them.

"It's a really heavy flow today," you said. Din took his gloves off and brushed his fingers across your thigh. He pulled your legs apart and spread you open to see what you meant. Blood was smeared between your thighs and Din grabbed your sleep mask from the bed next to you.

"Put it on," he said as he handed it to you.

He brushed his thumbs across your knees as he watched you put the sleep mask on. He reluctantly let go of you to remove his helmet. Your scent intensified outside of the filter and Din took a deep breath of you. He made a noise low in his throat that went straight to your clit before he knelt by the bed and licked your thighs clean. Your jaw relaxed as he worked his way to your center, using his thumbs to part your labia so he could slip his tongue inside you. You sucked in a deep breath as he lapped at you and clapped a hand over your mouth when he loudly slurped and swallowed. Your thighs shook around Din's head.

You snuck a hand down to play with his hair while he ate you out. Smoothing your fingers through the wavy strands you bit your lip and gently directed his head to move up to your clit. Din obliged and your legs closed around his head to hold him in place.

You felt your orgasm build low in your pelvis and your body jerked when he sucked your clit into his mouth. He worried you with his lips and flicked his tongue back and forth, making your back arch as pleasure swooped through your gut. You whined as he brought you higher and higher until everything snapped and you were coming. Din opened his mouth on you and he drank you down as you pulsed around nothing. He gave you his tongue just so he could feel you throb around it and he held it there until your body calmed down. He was stretching his jaw when he pulled away.

You heard him wipe his face—his whiskers rasped against his palm. Din licked his lips and smoothed a hand across your abdomen and over your breasts as you panted to catch your breath.

Din removed his vambraces and set them on the floor next to the bed. He watched your chest as you breathed and he moved quickly to take all of his armor off. You shivered at the sound of him taking off his clothes and waited patiently as finished—he ran his hands across your torso. He cupped your breasts in his hands and gently squeezed.

"Din," you whispered.

He climbed onto the bed and laid down, tugging on you to get you to crawl on top of him. "Come sit on my face," he said.

You gripped your headboard and straddled his chin. Din's hands slid up your thighs and gripped your hips and he tugged you down onto his mouth. He kissed your skin and sucked on your labia before slipping his tongue back inside you. You let go to reach down and sift your fingers through his hair to hold him in place.

"Your tongue is made for this," you whined.

He groaned and licked deep. You shivered and grabbed the headboard again.

He worked you up quickly, using his thumb to rub your clit while he thrust his tongue. You panted and moved your hips with him, feeling that low down swoop that meant you were about to come. Din hummed and it set you off. Your hand shot back down to tangle in his hair to keep contact with him as you came.

You fought to catch your breath and eased your grip on his scalp.

Din pulled his head back and patted your thigh. "Turn around," he said. You shifted to obey him and an idea formed as you straddled his head again.

Sitting facing away from the headboard you found yourself leaning forward and planting your hands on either side of Din. You felt his hip and shifted to trace one hand down Din's abdomen and across his pelvis to where he stood hard and ready between his legs. You felt him against your chin and you turned your head to kiss his shaft. He grunted between your legs and you wrapped your hand around his cock to hold him steady as you used your mouth on him.

Din grabbed your ass cheeks and parted them—slipping his tongue inside you. You gasped and rocked back on his mouth as you bent to take him to the back of your throat. You felt him sucking down your arousal and more—he sounded ravenous as he drank from you. You stroked his cock and backed off to breathe for a second as Din's tongue licked deeper.

"Oh wow…" you whimpered as he stroked it in and out.

Din hummed. You yelped and went back to sucking him off as your thighs shook around his head. His hips jerked when you swallowed around him and you coughed when he unexpectedly hit the back of your throat. He tore his mouth away from you.

"Sorry," he said, reaching down to squeeze your hand. He breathed deeply and went back to fucking you with his tongue. You moaned around his cock and stroked his balls, making him shiver. He tugged you down tighter against his face and you pulled away to gasp when he reached around your thigh and rubbed your clit.

Your hands smoothed over the soft skin that was wet with your saliva. You leaned back down and sucked on the head of his cock, pressing your tongue against his slit and stroking his shaft as he rubbed you faster.

Your legs locked up when you came. You held your breath and tightened your lips around Din. He let out a muffled shout when you flicked your tongue and you felt his cock throb in your fist. You tasted his cum and slowly pulled your head away before you swallowed it.

Din's head fell back and you felt him pant to catch his breath. He rested his hand on your thigh and he squeezed. You swung your leg and turned to sit on a towel while you dragged your hand down his body. You touched his cock and found he was still hard.

Din moved, sitting up and tugging you by the ankle to the edge of the bed. He stood and hooked your knees on his arms before you felt the underside of his cock pressed between your labia. He rocked his hips just to tease you.

Your legs draped over his arms, Din leaned into you as he slid himself back and forth—the head of his cock bumping your clit with every stroke.

"Bite me," you said on a whine. Din wiped his face off on one of the towels on the bed before he set his teeth against your neck. He waited until you breathed in to bite down and he held your chin to keep you still. He slid his cock inside you and moved his hips as he drank from you. You squeezed your eyes shut behind your sleep mask and your lips parted. You felt that strange tug low down in your pelvis every time he swallowed and you reached to grip his forearms as he moved to hold your hips down before you redirected to rub your throbbing clit.

"That's it," Din said as he broke away from your neck. He licked the puncture marks and you felt him pulse inside you as he moved his hips. He was just as close to coming as you were.

You moved together and breathed heavily as you focused on the feeling that built between your legs. It crested and broke like a wave across your body and Din hissed as you squeezed him rhythmically when you came. He thrust into you a handful of times before he throbbed and you felt him come inside you.

Din groaned and slipped from your body to lie down on the bed beside you. He looked you over as you fought to catch your breath and he propped himself up on his elbows. "Do you want a shower?" He asked.

You turned your head in his direction and held out your hands. "Help me up," you said.

Din scooted off the bed and helped you stand on your feet. He led you to the refresher and caught sight of himself in the mirror as he got the shower ready. He was covered in blood. He stared at his face and raised his eyebrows at himself. He looked like he'd been a messy eater.

Familiar with where everything was in the shower, you stepped beneath the spray of water, avoiding getting your head wet, and began soaping up your body. Din stepped in behind you and rested his hands on your waist as you scrubbed your inner thighs. He helped you stand where you could rinse off and you handed him the soap. He washed the wound on your neck before he lathered up and rinsed himself off.

"I've got an extra toothbrush," you said as Din shut off the water and wrapped a towel around your shoulders.

He glanced at your sink and tucked a towel around his waist before picking up the packaged toothbrush. He ripped the plastic open and wet the end of the toothbrush before squeezing toothpaste on it. You dried yourself off listening to Din brush his teeth. You licked your lips when you heard him spit in the sink and run water over the toothbrush to rinse it off.

Din set it aside and reached out to cup your cheek. You leaned into his hand and smiled when you felt him step closer to you in order to tilt your head and kiss you. It was a soft thing—his lower lip was plush against yours and his mustache tickled you.

You hummed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands rested on your waist and he angled his head to deepen the kiss. You twisted your hands to drift through Din's hair and he squeezed you in response. He grunted when you pulled slightly.

You squeaked when he picked you up and sat you on the sink. He laughed through his nose at the sound and let his tongue seek out yours. You tangled together and groaned against him. His lips twitched as he tried to suppress a smile.

He broke away with a grunt and kissed your forehead.

Din reached over your shoulder into the cabinet behind the mirror for the little pot of bacta ointment. As he opened the container you let your hands relax on his shoulders.

"You take good care of me," you said as he treated the bite mark on your neck.

"Sometimes it doesn't feel like enough."

"Din, you provide for me every week when you pay. You help me with my cramps. You make sure that I'm satisfied as much as you are—which isn't a common thing. Most sentients come to me for their own pleasure and mine is an afterthought if it's a thought at all. It's never an afterthought with you."

He was quiet as he brushed his thumb below the two little puncture wounds on your neck. "You give me life every week. And my motives for making you come are slightly selfish—you taste richer when your blood is pumping.”

"Motives, plural?"

"I also just like being able to make you feel good while I'm feeding from you."

You brushed your hands down his shoulders and squeezed his biceps. "You do make me feel good," you said, leaning in to kiss him. You missed and hit the corner of his mustache. You felt him smile before he turned his head for you to kiss him properly.

His hand was cool against the back of your neck and you shivered when he licked into your mouth. Din sighed into the kiss when you slid your fingers through his hair. You felt his shoulders relax the longer you remained connected.

He pulled away and licked his lips. "I should get going," he started to say. Your shoulders slumped and you pouted just a little before schooling your expression. Din caught your chin and pecked you on the lips.

"Mesh'la… you're hard to resist."

"So don't. Stay a while. Talk to me. Why do you think you get an extra boost from my menstrual blood?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I'd never had any until you."

"Oooo I was a first for you?"

"For a few things, yes. C'mere."

Din pulled your hips towards the edge of the sink and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He cupped your ass and lifted you into his arms to carry you back to bed. He laid down with you, giving in to the temptation to spend more time with you.

"Alright. What do you want to know?"

"Do you know why it feels like your mouth is on my clit when you drink from me?"

Din ran his finger across your arm, watching your skin react to his touch. You shivered slightly. "I didn't know that was a thing until you told me. Now it makes sense why my previous source suggested I talk to the manager here about my needs."

"Right, because it wasn't sexual with them. Did they never mention it?" You luxuriated as he brushed his hand up and down your arm.

"No. They just told me to come here. They approached me and said I needed to find someone else and that they'd help me do it. Do you think that they were uncomfortable?" Din's hand paused on your arm.

"The longer I've known you, the stronger that feeling gets every time you feed from me. It's very sexual—I imagine it would be alarming to someone who wasn't in a sexual relationship with you."

"I only ever fed from their arm…"

You stuck out your left arm. "Show me," you said.

Din took your hand and gently twisted it so he could press his teeth against your inner forearm. He bit down. You clenched your thighs together and focused on how your skin buzzed every time he swallowed. The feeling intensified when he prodded the wound with his tongue—your hips moved restlessly as it crested and fell and you clenched and relaxed around nothing with a soft orgasm. Your mouth dropped open and Din released your arm after licking the bite mark shut.

"Yeah, no wonder they sent you my way. Din, you've probably been making them come," you said once you calmed down.

Din froze and breathed shallowly. "I've been making them uncomfortable this whole time," he said.

"You didn't know. And now that you do know, you have me. And I happen to love the way it feels when you drink from me."

Din scrubbed his hands across his face. "I need to talk to them. Apologize or something."

"Really?"

"I never noticed. This connection I have to you is unique. I didn't feel their emotions the way I do with you. I should have communicated better."

You ran a soothing hand up and down his arm. "It's not like you were doing it on purpose."

"I'm just putting myself in their position—ours was a purely platonic relationship," Din said. "Feeling sexual arousal out of nowhere would be unnerving."

"Maybe it wasn't as strong as it is with me. I already think there's something arousing about the fact that you need my blood for sustenance. That's why it doesn't alarm me. I'm glad your source sent you my way and I'd thank them if I ever met them. I wasn't kidding when I said my pleasure isn't usually a priority," you said.

You laid together in silence as Din ran his fingers across your arm and linked his hand with yours. He brought your knuckles to his lips and he kissed them.

You winced when you felt a cramp twist in your pelvis. Din leaned down to kiss you, slipping his hand up your thigh under the towel. You widened your legs and shifted your hips. He cupped your inner thigh and slipped his tongue in your mouth. You melted against the bed.

Din gently ran his fingers through your folds and circled your clit. "Do you want more?"

"Yes. Keep touching me," you begged.

Din pulled your towel off and leaned down to suck on your tight nipples. You squirmed as pleasure shot through you. He pressed his fingers harder on your clit before he sunk down to wedge his shoulders between your legs. He kissed your mound and slithered his tongue over the hood of your clit. Your body jolted underneath him and he swung his arm across your hips to hold you down. You whined and grabbed his arm, holding on tightly as he quickly slid his tongue back and forth over your clit.

He kept going when your thighs locked up around his head. You clenched around nothing and pleasure rolled through your limbs as he moved to suck on your clit. Just when you thought you couldn't feel any more high, he slipped his tongue inside you. You clamped down on it when you came. You whined when you heard him swallow. He pulled away and wiped his chin off with your towel.

He moved from between your legs to go brush his teeth again. You splayed yourself on your bed and let your body sink into the mattress. Din returned to lean over you and kiss you softly.

You cupped his face in your hands as he kissed you.

When he pulled away, Din licked his lips. He picked up his clothes and started getting dressed. You shifted on the bed to rest your head on a pillow and you listened to him step into his pants.

"Where are you off to?" You asked.

"Ord Mantell," he said as he pulled on his undershirt. He situated his suspenders and slid on his flight jacket before he put on his boots and tackled his armor padding.

"What sort of sentient are you after?"

"He's a murderer wanted in three systems," Din adjusted his vambraces and attached his armor. He put his helmet back on and removed your sleep mask.

You looked surprised. "How do you know he's on Ord Mantell?"

"That's my starting point. He's backed by Black Sun—he's hiding with them."

You gathered up your robe and shrugged into it before grabbing a stick of bantha jerky from the pile of goodies on your nightstand. Din buckled his blaster back in place and watched you eat the jerky.

Your brow furrowed. "So you're off to fight a gang?"

Din was buzzing with energy now. He laughed and pulled on his gloves. "I feel strong enough to take on the Black Sun syndicate."

You watched him flex his hands once they were gloved. You sighed and ate some more jerky.

"Sit in the hot springs for a while," Din suggested. He stepped closer to the bed and leaned down to press the brow of his helmet against your forehead. You cupped the cheek of his helmet and pursed your lips. You were starting to cramp up again.

"Can you feel my cramps?" You wondered.

"You ache," he said with a shrug. He rested his palm just below your belly button and pressed down. He let go and aimed his visor at you. "Eat and go soak for a while."

"Alright, I will," you promised.

You stood and walked Din to the door. He paid and ran his knuckle under your chin.

"Bye for now, mesh'la," he said as he opened the door.

"Safe travels, Din."

He nodded before he left with his empty goody bag. You watched him walk down the hall to the stairwell and closed your door when he entered the stairwell. You turned and walked to the hot spring, removing your robe and climbing in to sit in your favorite spot. You stared at the bite mark on your arm and you wondered about Din's previous source.

The more times he drank from you, the stronger your reaction was. The tiny little orgasm you'd had when he drank from your arm felt like it came out of nowhere. You don't expect to orgasm with a lack of stimulation and the arm isn't exactly the most sensitive part of the body. And yet.

You relaxed in the hot water and drank some of the juice Din brought you. You wondered if he'd done the same thing with his previous source—bringing things to help with recovery.

You sat in the hot spring until your fingertips wrinkled. You got out and toweled off before heading to the refresher to put in a menstrual cup. With that dealt with, you tossed the towels in the laundry chute and crawled into bed. You felt better as you ate the cookies Din brought you.

You thought about him a lot more than any of your other clients. You pushed on the bite wound on your arm just to feel the sting and hoped he would be okay taking on a murderer associated with the Black Sun syndicate.

In hyperspace already, Din jolted when he suddenly had a vision of the canopy of your bed and your bitten arm. He felt your worry for him and the sensation was quick to fade.

This connection he had with you was only growing stronger. He wondered why it was never like this with his previous source—he'd never gotten an impression of their thoughts while feeding from them the way he did with you. Din thought about how they sat perfectly still every time he fed from them and how their blood had changed over time. The flavor had been tinged with fear that last time and he hadn't understood why. When they approached him later on to suggest the Healing Baths he hadn't been able to get a read on them. So why was Din so connected to you? Was it just the sexual aspect of it all?

He had to admit he felt more complete feeding during sex. Perhaps it was something with his species—like how his tongue felt designed to reach the deepest part of a menstruating person's body specifically to consume it. The more pleasure he made you feel, the richer your blood tasted and the longer it lasted. It seemed like this was how he was meant to feed.

This was the second time he'd seen through your eyes. What did it mean? He went down into the hold to clean his rifle and meditate on it.

As he broke down his Amban rifle and cleaned out blaster residue, Din considered how close he'd gotten to you. He let you see his bare hands—he told you his name.

You'd shared your name as well.

Din pieced his rifle back together. The strange connection just heightened his curiosity. He would have to put those thoughts on hold until after this job. He needed to focus. It was a difficult task when he was so fixated on you.

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There were credits in the mix—Mando needed a plus one to infiltrate his quarry's hideaway on Cantonica. You would be getting paid a companion rate and a percentage of the bounty.

So, you packed a dress you hadn't had a chance to wear and hashed out what your role was on the trip while Mando filled you in on his quarry. You were mostly entranced by the way the light of hyperspace reflected off his helmet, but you could multitask.

The Falleen was wanted in six systems for spice smuggling.

He was currently running a night club in Canto Bight under an alias. And since Mando always worked alone, your presence would throw off the quarry's suspicions.

There wasn't a rush to complete the job—Mando made a show of spoiling you and even joined you for a dance or two. You'd both clocked the quarry almost upon entry and the Falleen had lost interest in the pair of you once he saw that Mando was focused entirely on you. By the time you had a drink in your hand, your quarry was getting ready to leave his table.

Perfect. That was your cue to pretend to head to the refresher and duck back outside to warm up the Razor Crest.

Back on board, you started up the ship and changed out of your dress and into the more comfortable tunic and leggings you preferred to wear in your off time. You did inventory of Mando's supplies and found a box with your name on it that was full of a variety of snacks. You grabbed a packet of cookies and surveyed the shipyard from the cockpit.

Watching Mando march his quarry towards the ship you noticed he was walking with a bit of a hitch in his gait.

You waited until you heard the carbonite freezer finish cycling before you left the cockpit to check on Mando.

"Whoa that's a lot of blood," was the first thing out of your mouth when Mando limped across the deck Razor Crest. When he fumbled at the controls to close up the ship, you shot forward to steady him by grabbing his hips from behind.

Mando caught himself against the bulkhead and he leaned into your grasp. "Knifed my leg," was all he said before his knee gave out.

"Shit," you hissed at the long wound that just missed his left cuisse and dug deep in his thigh. Thinking fast, you removed the armor on Mando's leg and lunged for the first aid kit.

He was out of bacta.

"You need blood," you decided as you used some gauze to put pressure on the wound. Mando grunted and bunched his hands into fists. He seemed to relent when you began to slide your blindfold from the pocket of your leggings with your free hand.

"I," his voice cracked, "yeah. Good plan."

You nodded and quickly tied the blindfold on.

You were hyper aware of every sound Mando made—his hitched breaths soon became clear as day when you heard the helmet come off. You leaned closer when he cupped the side of your neck. He surprised you by gently kissing the corner of your mouth before you felt the tip of his nose trail across your jaw. His lips were slightly chapped. His mustache tickled and you shivered when he carefully set his teeth against your pulse.

Without thinking, you cupped the back of his head—sifting your fingers through his surprisingly wavy hair just to feel more connected to him.

When Mando bit you, you leaned into the warmth of his gloved hand and willed his leg to heal as he carefully drank from you. The more he took, the softer his touch became. You felt lightheaded and wanted to melt against his body. You weren't sure how long he fed—you could feel your own pulse in your ears by the time he pulled away from you.

You shivered and grinned when you felt him blow cool air across the puncture marks.

There was a charged moment where you could feel him studying you. Eventually, you heard the snaps come undone on his gloves and felt his bare hand caress your cheek. His relieved sigh blew across your lips when he pressed his forehead against your own.

"Thank you, mesh'la. It's all better."

You licked your lips and impulsively brushed your nose against his in invitation.

"If I kiss you, all you'll taste is blood," Mando warned softly.

You hummed and gently scratched his scalp. With a broken groan, he cupped your cheeks and angled in for a proper kiss.

You tasted iron—tasted yourself—and moaned. It always made you feel powerful. This being relied on you for his strength.

Mando carefully broke the kiss and it took him a moment to gather himself. He cleared his throat and brushed his thumb across your cheek. He didn't seem to want to stop touching you.

"You're perfect," he muttered before kissing you again—cupping your face in his large hands. He grunted when you straddled his lap and quickly redirected his grip to your hips. Encouraged, you wound your arms around the back of Mando's neck and slowly rocked your pelvis against his.

He whimpered when you felt his undivided interest in your undulating hips. You'd never heard such a sound come from him before.

Intrigued, you rolled your hips with a twist and pulled his head back by his hair to dip down and suck a hickey below the hinge of his jaw.

Mando groaned something in a language you didn't recognize and he tugged you tightly across his lap where you could feel his hardened cock twitching in his pants.

You felt hazy and smiled when his hand cupped your cheek once more. He redirected your head to kiss him again and slid his free hand under the waistband of your leggings to grab your bare ass. With an agreeable hum, you reached between your thighs and blindly unbuckled Mando's belt.

"Dank farrik," he gasped against your lips. He let go of you just long enough to remove some armor padding and unbutton his pants before grabbing one of your hands. He kissed your palm, licked it, and directed your slick grip to his exposed cock. You bit your lip on a grin and stroked him as he tugged on your leggings.

You could feel his frustration with how clothed you both were and made an executive decision to lose the leggings before Mando could ask, letting go of him and standing to strip. You were proud of yourself for not falling over when he grabbed your bare thighs and buried his face between them. Your hand tightened in his hair and you shivered when he groaned against your clit.

"Come sit on me," Mando murmured as he helped you straddle his lap again. You heard him spit in his hand and squeaked when he ran his slick fingers through your arousal. He was practically purring when he notched himself at your entrance.

The stretch was intense and you shivered again when he bottomed out inside of you.

Mando gathered you as close as he possibly could while still being mostly clothed. He slid one hand beneath the hem of your tunic and trailed his fingers up the length of your spine before gripping the back of your neck. He firmly guided you into riding him and every involuntary noise that came out of him spurred you on.

It didn't matter that your head was pounding—you could feel the edges of your climax in the way your body gripped at Mando's each time he pulled out.

"Oh," he drawled, "you're gonna come."

His voice rolled through your body at just the right frequency—your muscles tightened around him to hold onto the reverberating sensation and his hands shot down to assist your staggering hips. You came apart as he moved you on his cock—the sensation only intensified as he kept going.

"I'm still…"

"Yeah you are." With a grunt, Mando let go of any restraint he had and he chased his own orgasm.

You loved it when he cut loose like this.

You especially loved the sounds he made when he came—the desperate way he held you in his lap had you inching yourself closer as your body flexed and relaxed around his length. His relieved whimper went straight to your oversensitive clit and you teasingly bit his jaw to see if you could make him do it again.

Mando's hand came up to grip the back of your neck and he guided your lips back to his—softly sucking on your skin until your brain finally came back online and you impulsively licked one of his sharp fangs.

He squeezed the back of your neck in approval and he chased after your tongue to catch the small amount of blood you drew. Still intimately connected, you felt him twitch with quickly renewed interest.

"You need to eat something," he grumbled against your lips.

You rotated your hips and grinned widely when Mando sucked in a massive breath. He supported your body and abruptly stood to turn and pin you up against the bulkhead, hitching your knees up to open your body to him. You lost track of one of his hands when you heard him slide his pants off his hips and sighed when you felt more of his skin against your bare thighs.

"Please keep going," you begged. Mando scooped his hips and rolled his body, kissing you like it was his last chance.

You cupped his scruffy cheeks in your hands and poured yourself into the kiss as your world narrowed down to the roiling sensation between your legs and the weight pinning you to the bulkhead that warmed with your body heat. You stood on tiptoe and gasped when Mando tugged your other leg tightly against his body to drive himself deeper. It felt like he was trying to meld the two of you together.

He worked his hips into an even rhythm and you felt him pull back to watch you. Your cheeks heated and you were slightly grateful you couldn't see his eyes—something told you that any eye contact with Mando would melt your brain.

In the meantime, he tightened his grip on your thigh and spread you open so he had room to rub your clit as he fucked you into the bulkhead.

Like he wasn't already melting your brain.

When you climaxed and dug your heel into Mando's lower back he hissed and jerked his hips as he spent himself inside of you.

"You're so good to me," you murmured when he smoothed his hand across your thigh. He brushed noses with you and gave you the most delicate of kisses when you chased the gesture.

As much as you wished you could remain connected at the pelvis, you were worn out. Mando's gentled hands let you know he was aware of your exhaustion. When he pulled out, you weren't expecting him to lean down and you grabbed onto the neck of his cape to stay balanced.

"Can't find a rag," he excused right before he licked up his own cum. You gently shoved him away before he could get you riled up again. You had a feeling he was about to—

"You need to eat something."

—remind you to eat.

"I saw I've got a whole crate of snacks," you said. Mando's hands slid up your thighs and he stood before pressing a brief kiss on your forehead. You could hear him grab the packet of cookies you'd forgotten on the deck and listened to him open the package for you.

As you ate from the offered cookies, Mando redressed himself. "You do have an extra pair of pants, don't you? The ones you're wearing have a huge blood stain," you pointed out between bites.

You heard Mando's sigh followed by the sound of his belt buckle again.

Redressing always ate up a lot of Mando's time with you.

"Do you ever eat any of these snacks? Can you eat stuff like this?" You shook the bag of cookies and cocked an eyebrow at him. You could hear him pause as he removed his boots.

"I've never tried them."

You held out a cookie. "No time like the present."

You heard him snort a laugh and waited for him to give in—delicately taking the cookie. After a moment you heard him quietly chewing.

"Tastes like nothing," Mando announced before shucking his bloody pants.

"Well that's not fair at all. These things are scrumptious."

"All the more for you, mesh'la," Mando said as he pulled on a clean pair of pants.

You couldn't help but preen at the use of the Mando'a word. He'd been calling you beautiful since you met.

"What do I taste like to you?" You asked as you groped around the deck for your leggings. Mando kindly handed them to you and went back to buckling ammo around his shin.

"Hm. Not sure if I can compare it to something I've never tasted."

You leaned against the bulkhead as you pulled your leggings on. "Is it not metallic?"

"Not at all. It's…you. Sweet and savory. You can take the blindfold off."

His voice was modulated again.

When you did take off the blindfold, he was holding out a juice pouch.

"Wanna get any gambling done while you're here in Canto Bight?" He asked.

Still fatigued, you shook your head and sipped at your juice. "You tired me out."

He wasn't wearing his gloves when he chucked your chin. You tried your damndest to not look obvious about ogling his bare skin. "Sorry about that," Mando said.

He sounded like he was smiling.

"You smug sonuvabitch," you snorted and grinned widely. As soon as his visor swung down to find his gloves, your eyes locked in on his hands.

"I did take a lot," he said as he tugged on his right glove. "I'm sorry I don't have any bacta for the bite."

"It doesn't hurt," you reassured him. You found his left glove—his finger curled and brushed against yours when you handed it to him.

"Thank you, by the way. You made today easy," he said.

You watched him fiddle with his gloves and frowned. "Easy? You got stabbed!"

He waved the memory away as though it were an inconsequential bug flying past his helmet. "Before that. Everything before being stabbed was easy."

"Oh."

Privately, you thought you made a good team.

"We did make a good team."

Your eyes shot up to Mando's visor. He was looking down and adjusting his vambraces. "Did you just read my mind?" You asked.

Mando's helmet tipped up a fraction. "You didn't say that out loud?"

You shook your head.

"That's new," Mando admitted. "I've gotten impressions of what you're thinking before, but this was—"

"You can read minds?"

"No, it's just—" he sighed and you watched his shoulders sag. "I've become attuned to you."

"A side effect of seeing the same person for your dietary needs for a few months?"

"That's…maybe? I don't know. I wasn't mixing feeding and fucking before I met you. This…connection is new to me. I feel you in my head if I concentrate."

You gently untangled his fingers and squeezed them as you processed. First, you accepted the fact that the man seated on the edge of his cot was able to hear your thoughts in some capacity—

"You narrate to yourself," Mando said with a gentle tap on your forehead.

Can you hear me like this?

"I can."

Second, you found the idea of him being able to read your mind tantalizing.

You cozied up to him and stood between his knees before you twined your arms around him in a hug. His hand splayed across the middle of your back and you kissed the cheek of his helmet on impulse.

You wondered if this connection would deepen with more contact. What would that look like?

Transcendental.

Mando's palm slid up and down your back and you leaned into him just a bit harder.

You hoped you'd left him with a hickey. It would be novel—Mando being the one who stared at his own neck in the mirror after a session with you.

He pulled you into his lap and held you firmly against his chest. "You've left me marked before, trust me," he said, his voice low and breathy.

His tone made you squirm a bit and his follow-up chuckle made your cheeks burn.

The pair of you soaked up the contact knowing you should be getting on your way back to Nevarro. You didn't want to move and Mando didn't seem like he was in any sort of hurry to get back to business.

After some time had passed, you cleared your throat and eased out of Mando's hold to stand up. You offered him a hand and thought about how you could spend the time in hyperspace.

You regretted changing clothes. You missed the opportunity to have Mando peel it off of you.

He chuckled again and squeezed your hip as he stood. "I'll get us underway. You can change once we're in hyperspace."

You followed him up into the cockpit and eagerly watched him take the controls. As the shipyard faded into the distance, you bid farewell to Cantonica.

Mando is hungry when he next visits you. His hands are shaking as he ties the blindfold at the back of your head.

"When was the last time you ate?" You ask as he makes sure the blindfold is snug.

"Last week."

You cluck your tongue at him. "You should have come sooner. I'm always available for you."

Mando lets out a huffed laugh and you hear him remove his helmet. "I'll keep that in mind," he says.

"How do you survive without me?" You tease as he leads you to the bed in the center of your suite.

"Mostly on womp rats," Mando deadpans.

"You're joking."

"Depending on the planet, they sell them live at the market," he explains as he helps you sit on the mattress. "Get comfy. I need to get all of this armor off."

You lean back on the pillows and drag your hands across the silky top sheet. Everything is always so much more heightened when you're blindfolded.

Mando takes his time undressing. You can hear him stack his armor in the chair you have in the corner of the room and you use the time he's giving you to consider where you'll let him bite you today.

Mando isn't human. He's not an Anzati—there's no tentacles involved when he drinks from you—but he's similar enough in that he needs to consume living tissue in order to sustain himself. Mainly blood.

Thankfully, he doesn't need to slurp up your brain like soup.

You jolt a bit when you suddenly feel the bed dip as Mando crawls towards you. You smile when you feel his breath on your cheek.

"Is this good for tonight?" Mando asks as he drags the tip of his nose along the curve of your neck.

"Yeah," you breathe. You nearly hiccup when you feel his bare thigh brush between your legs. Mando carefully unties your robe and helps you out of it before he presses close again—your skin lights up at the sensation of his bare body against yours. You can feel every thick muscle.

"I'll try not to take too much," he says as he settles in on top of you.

You love being surrounded by him.

"Uh uh. Take what you need, big guy."

There's that huffed laugh. You try to get that noise out of him at some point during his sessions.

Mando is always delicate about it at first. He kisses your neck and runs his hands across your body—down your arms, up your belly and over your breasts. His hands aren't too rough and his touch is cool. It makes you sink further into the mattress and you lean your head to one side for him when you feel his nose drag across your collarbone.

He takes a deep breath and groans. "You always smell so good."

"Thanks," you squeak when he kisses the side of your neck.

He laughs again before opening his mouth to drag his teeth across your skin. The hair stands up on your arms when his incisors press down.

He bites quickly—there is a brief sting and he seals his mouth over the wound.

From there, it's bliss.

You can feel everything when he feeds. The blood gathering in the puncture wounds in your neck is swallowed down in large gulps that slow down the longer you bleed for him. He takes his time in order to not take too much.

Mando gathers you close to his body and you feel him harden as he swallows you down. You clench around nothing and sigh dreamily when he slots his thigh harder between yours to give you something to grind against.

As he swallows one last time, you sigh and writhe against his leg until you feel yourself cresting a soft climax that makes your shoulders shiver.

You feel him smile against your neck and shudder again when he licks your wound shut.

You hook your arms around his neck and arch your back to press against his body more fully. You can feel his hard length on your lower belly and you're thrilled that you can excite the notorious Mandalorian.

He pushes you back onto the mattress and kisses the opposite side of your neck as his hands find your breasts again. He pinches your nipples and chuckles against your skin when you squeak.

"Hmm," he leans back and reaches down to gently slap his cock on your labia, making you twitch. "You want this in you?"

"Please," you beg.

"Such a good girl," he responds with a huskier tone of voice. You love making him sound like that.

You hear him lick his fingers and feel his hand against your thigh as he swipes the tip of his cock before he notches himself against your opening. You relax your legs and open yourself up more for him as he works his way into your body.

You let out a content sigh and close your eyes behind the blindfold as you adjust to his girth. When he makes that first thrust, you long for his mouth again.

"Bite me again," you plead.

He rocks his hips into you as he considers it, smoothing one hand down the center of your chest and down your belly to press his thumb on your clit. "You want my teeth in your neck again?"

"Please," you whine and writhe against his lap. He circles his thumb and chuckles when you gasp. You're about to beg him again when you feel him press deep and hard as he leans in again and swiftly bites the other side of your throat.

You both groan as he drinks from you once more.

He keeps his thumb moving while he pistons his hips and you whine as you feel yourself crawling to a familiar precipice. Mando swallows again before pulling himself away from your neck and hiking one of your legs up over his shoulder. He keeps an iron grip around your thigh to pull you onto him and he doubles his efforts in fucking you stupid.

You come so hard you nearly black out and he keeps going as your world becomes floaty. You continue to tighten around him—so much so that he has to stop moving.

"Dank farrik, you get so tight," Mando growls. He lifts your hips off the mattress and leans back to sit on his haunches to get a better angle. You whine at the stretch and hear him lick his thumb before he goes back to playing with your clit as he fucks you some more.

He's done this for hours before.

Your first session with him lasted an entire night.

"Hmm, turn over," Mando says as he pulls out. He gives your thigh a light slap and helps you lay on your belly underneath him. You hear him grab a pillow and lift your hips for him to stuff it under them.

He straddles your thighs and slaps your ass with his cock leaving wet smears on your skin. Mando pauses and he shuffles down to lick the cum off your ass and give your cheek a quick bite. He laughs at your gasp and quickly swings his leg back over your thighs to straddle you again.

"Let's try this again," he clears his throat and guides himself back inside of you with a swift thrust. It felt like he landed in your lungs he was—

"So big this way," you wheeze.

"Are you okay?" He asks, laying his hand on your upper back.

"I'm really really good please keep going."

With a growl, Mando plants himself on all fours and he swings his hips with brutal speed. He leans down and sucks a hickey next to the healing wound on your neck. His breath is quick and he hisses as he chases his own climax.

It's incredibly hot when he gets feral like this. You think you've been having a sustained orgasm that is just wave after wave breaking over the rocks…the tide pulls out and you're coming again and Mando pulls out, turns you onto your back, and spends himself on your belly.

He's quick to finger you down from your orgasm until you stop his hand from moving. You fight to catch your breath and listen as he licks his fingers clean.

He takes such good care of you when he comes down from his orgasm. He cleans your belly off with a wet washcloth. He makes sure to dab bacta ointment on your wounds.

"I brought you some cookies," Mando says when he finally removes your blindfold. You give his visor a sappy look and accept the sleeve of macarons.

As soon as you open the package there's a jogan juice pouch in your face.

"Juice, too. I took a lot of blood."

"You're quite considerate, you know," you say as you eat a cookie and wash it down with the juice.

He shrugs and pulls his gloves back on. "Just making sure you don't get dehydrated."

"And that's considerate of you. Thank you."

He tucks his thumb behind his belt buckle and chucks your chin with his free hand. "See you in a week, mesh'la."

"One day you'll tell me what that means," you say as he keys open the door of your suite. You wave at him before he closes the door and flop back onto your bed with a sigh.

As you eat the cookies you think of your own dinner (you feel like noodles tonight) and wonder what your blood tastes like to Mando.

You'll have to ask him next week.