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The cantina was bustling with the local nightlife as music played in the background. Parton's were scattered about talking, laughing, and sharing drinks all around. However for one particular soul stationed at a table far in the back. Everything seemed to melt away for their focus was on another.

Standing idly at the bar was the marshal of Free Town who held a spotchka in one hand and leaned against the counter with the other. Cobb held a bright smile for he wasn't alone. For his company was a devastatingly beautiful Twi'lek, who wore a gorgeous black dress that complemented her vibrant red skin.

The marshal had never seen such a stunning woman before, her beauty captivated him to no end and kept him glued to his spot. She was smart, had a good sense of humor, endlessly kind, and had a natural talent in the way of fashion.

Cobb fancied his judgement of character and knew his companion could be trusted with what he was about to ask.

"So.." the marshal inclined, having not quite caught his lovely companion's name yet.

"Aola" she supplied with a stunning smile.

"Aola." Cobb repeated as a smile of his own formed on his face before continuing on. "I have something I'd like to ask of you darlin."

Intrigue formed on Aola's face at the words and she leaned in to reply "By all means ask away, dear marshal."

Cobb leaned in as well to keep what he would ask next private between the two. "Since you're a natural at fashion, I'd like to see if you could design something for me?"

Fully captivated now, Aola motioned for the marshal to continue. "I was thinking of some exotic lingerie to get my partner hot and bothered in the bedroom."

A knowing smile spread across Aola's face at that before she lowered her voice conspiratorially. "I can do that. I'm thinking a wine colored lace and black silk coat would compliment your frame nicely."

"That so?" Cobb asked with a sly smirk.

"Quite, shall I say exotic is my specialty. Just come by my shop and I'll have something made up for you." Aola promised, already thinking of ideas for the design. Her thoughts were cut short however when she noticed a hint of silver and a black visor aimed in her direction.

The man in what she recognized as Mandalorian armor seemed to be staring head on at her. Even from his seat in the back she saw how tense he was. The Mando's hand was gripped tight on the table, as if it was the only thing anchoring him to his seat.

Surprised, Aola turned her attention back to Cobb as she felt the tell tale sign of eyes watching her.

"Marshal?" She asked, with a little nervousness in her voice.

Catching on to the change in Aola's tone, Cobb frowned in concern. "Yes, darlin?"

"There's a pissed off looking Mandalorian staring at me." She confessed, trying to ignore said man.

It takes a moment for the information to sink in before Cobb shakes his head and lets out a low laugh.

Taken aback by the reaction she got, Aola glares at Cobb. "Glad to know a Mando looking like he wants to tear my head off pleases you." She finishes with a huff.

"No, it ain't that darlin." Cobb says quickly and apologetically.

"Oh? Then what is it?" She asks, a little irritated

"That Mando giving you the stink eye. He's my fella." Cobb says before lowering his voice. "He's the one I want hot and bothered."

Irritation gives way to understanding. "I see." Aola says, glancing quickly at Mando and returning her attention back to the marshal before a mischievous idea pops into her head.

"I think I know of one way to get him hot and bothered." She says with a sly smile on her face.

Curiosity runs through Cobb at Aola's words. "Oh? What'd that be?"

"From the way he was clocking me, I'd say he doesn't like anyone chatting up his marshal." She pauses, waiting for Cobb to nod his confirmation before she continues. "I bet the same goes for when someone who isn't him touches you." Cobb again nods his affirmative. "I guess all those stories I heard about Mandalorians being protective of what's theirs is true."

"Yes ma'am it is." Cobb agrees before tipping his head back to take a swig of his spotchka.

"So why don't we drive your mando wild with jealousy and make him absolutely feral with possessiveness."

Bringing his drink away from his lips, Cobb thinks long and hard on Aola's words. The idea of seeing Din that way makes a gush of wetness form between his legs. Something about Din losing control is a major turn on for him. He'd love nothing more than to get marked and be owned by the man he loves.

Mind fully made up, Cobb agrees to go along with her words "Alright, I'm game. How'd you want to do this?"

A wide smile spreads on Aola's face, "Just follow my lead."

Before Cobb could make to reply, Aola has already moved into his personal space. She lays a delicate hand on his shoulder and begins to massage it. It takes him a moment to adjust before relaxing into it. He has to put on a good show for Din and not being one to half ass things. Cobb goes all in and leans into the touch, as a good measure he raises his own hand to cover Aola's.

Cobb already feels the sensation of eyes burning into the back of his skull but he ignores it. He leans ever closer to Aola and she leans in too. They're both intimately close and share an all knowing private smile.

A wink is the only warning the marshal gets before he feels a hand tangle in his hair. His silver locks mold around the fingers as they gently pull each strand. It's a pleasant pressure on his scalp that he slowly closes his eyes to.

It's a peaceful few moments before Cobb hears the sound of a glass being broken and a chair skidding across the floor. He opens his eyes to the sound and Aola smirks up at him.

"Here he comes." She whispers before untangling her hand from the marshal's hair. "After your Mandalorian finishes pounding you senseless. Come and find me. I'd like to take your measurements so I can get started on your order." Aola finishes and steps out of his personal space.

"Sure thing honey." Cobb barely says in reply before he feels an arm wrap around his waist and his back meets an solid armored chest.

For the marshal not to hear the foot falls of his Mando is a telling sign of how pissed Din really is. It only serves to excite him for he knows what's about to come.

Directing his attention to Aola Din asks in an almost hostile voice. "Mind if I borrow my marshal for a while?"

Amused by the display, Aola smiles sweetly back at Din. "No, not at all. I have to be going anyway. It's been nice getting to know you marshal." Is the cool reply before she starts to walk away.

"Likewise Aola." Cobb says in kind before she disappears into the sea of patrons.

The arm wrapped around the marshal's waist tightens at the mention of the woman's name. Din's breathing is harsh as he tries to calm his anger. The carefully crafted control that he's spent years building is starting to crumble. Seeing Cobb with Aola awakens something dark inside of Din. It demands he stake his claim and fight anyone who dares to lay a hand on his marshal.

With that thought in mind, Din growls low in Cobb's ear. "Come with me."

Cobb only gets to shiver in response to that voice before he's being pulled along through the crowd of patrons and out a back door. The cool night air greets him as they step out into a dark alleyway behind the cantina.

The marshal smirks to himself and makes to give Din a sly comment. Before he can say a single word however, gloved hands tangle in his shirt and he's being pushed back roughly into the nearest wall. Din doesn't let up as he crowds into Cobb's personal space and effectively pins him to the wall.

Satisfied that his love can't escape his hold, Din leans in close and growls at Cobb. "What did you think you were doing?"

Playing coy, Cobb smirks at Din. "I've done a lot of things sweetheart. You'll have to be more specific."

Din growls low in response before one of his hands releases it's hold on the marshal's shirt and tangles in his silver hair. Gripping each strand tight, Din pulls on the silver locks and angles Cobb's head back.

"Don't play dumb with me cyare. I saw how she chatted you up. How she touched you." Din snarls out and grips Cobb's hair tighter. "I saw how you let her touch you. You seemed to have enjoyed it too."

"Din darlin, I.." Cobb makes to tell him it was all just for show but Din is quick to cut him off.

"Quiet, cyare." Is the low warning before Din continues on. "You've been bad. You seem to have forgotten who you belong to."

Din leans in ever closer and lowers his voice as he speaks right in Cobb's ear. "So I'll just have to remind you who exactly you belong to."

Cobb groans at the words, this is what he's been working up to all night. He aches with want, he wants nothing more than to be filled to the brim by Din's cock. He wants to feel it for days so that everyone will know the crook in his step is from his Mandalorian. He wants nothing more than to be owned in both body and soul. That thought alone makes him unbearably wet with need.

"Din." Cobb moans out at the feeling of wetness coating the inside of his pants. "I'm ready. Take me."

Din lets out a deep growl in response, the darker more primal side of him satisfied at hearing the words. He would wait until they got back to the safety of their home in Free Town to take Cobb, but the hunger to claim is too strong to ignore. He'll get other chances to do it the proper way later, right now all he wants to do is make his cyare scream his name.

With his mind made up Din begrudgingly removes his hands from Cobb's shirt and hair to take a step back away from him.

Cobb whines at the loss of contact but Din shushes him once again. "Hush now my love. I won't take long. Let me just remove my helmet and gloves." The marshal quiets at that and watches intently as Din removes said items.

Din is careful in the way he reaches up to remove his helmet, always taking precious care of his beskar armor. When the helmet is fully off, Cobb's heart starts to race, for seeing Din's face always takes his breath away.

They take a moment to stare at each other before Din breaks eye contact first to lean down and set his helmet on the cool sand below.

Straightening back up, dark eyes meet hazel. With no barrier between them the marshal can see the untamed hunger in Din's eyes. It makes Cobb even wetter than before.

Knowing the effect he has on Cobb, Din let's a predatorial smile form on his face. Without breaking eye contact, Din lifts up a hand and snags a finger between his teeth to tug off his glove. Cobb can do nothing but moan as he watches on.

Smirking at the sound, Din does the same display with his other gloved hand. When he's finally free of his gloves Din lays them down next to his helmet.

With each item close together, Din leans up once more and begins to stalk his way towards Cobb. It takes only a few strides before Din is in front of his marshal.

Without any hesitation Din's hand tangles in Cobb's hair once again and he leans in to give Cobb a filthy kiss. Cobb moans into it and brings his arms up to wrap around Din's back to pull him closer in.

The grip in Cobb's hair tightens as Din starts to swipe his tongue along the marshal's bottom lip. Cobb readily opens his mouth and invites Din in.

Din explores Cobb's mouth greedily, committing every inch to memory before they eventually have to break apart for air.

Cobb barely gets to catch his breath when he feels a tongue lick at his jaw and down to his neck.

Din's name is the only thing Cobb can whisper out before teeth start to nip on his sensitive flesh. The sensation is enough to drive the marshal wild.

"Please, Din." Cobb pleads, wanting nothing more than to be filled by Din already.

"Yes my cyare?" Din asks against Cobb's neck.

"Please, I want you inside of me. I need you. Please fill me up."

The answering growl is all the warning the marshal gets before he feels teeth sink down in the juncture of where neck meets shoulder. Cobb moans at the mix of pain and pleasure it brings.

Din takes a moment to ease the wound with his tongue, soothing the freshly marked skin until he pulls away.

"As you wish my love." With those final words, the hand not holding the marshal's hair snakes down his body. When it reaches the hem of Cobb's pants it dips lower to unbuckle his belts. They land softly on the cool sand by their feet.

With those obstacles out of the way, Din undoes Cobb's pants and slips his fingers inside. The wetness that greets him makes a growl reverberate deep within his chest.

"So wet for me cyare." Din purrs and trails his fingers along Cobb's folds before sinking a finger inside the marshal's awaiting hole.

Cobb whines at the feeling and closes his eyes to the sensation. The finger starts to move in and out of him at a steady pace. It feels heavenly but Cobb needs more.

"Din, please. I need…"

"I know my love. Just hold on a little longer. Let me prepare you first. Then I will give you what you need." Din promises and seals it with a kiss. Cobb melts into it and grips onto Din when he feels two other fingers being added with the first.

Cobb groans as the fingers go deep inside him. The pace ever increases as they stretch him out. When Din crooks his fingers just right they brush against that bundle of nerves that has a fire igniting through the marshal's spine.

A moan escapes Cobb's lips and he opens his eyes to meet Din's own. "Please Din, I'm ready. Please..."

Din snarls in response to the plea and starts to pull out his fingers. The wetness coating them when he finally frees them makes his cock harden at the sight.

Looking intently at Cobb, Din brings his fingers up and sucks them into his mouth. He hums at the taste of Cobb on his tongue. Licking each finger clean Din extracts them from his mouth to speak.

"You taste so good my cyare." Din praises. "I'm ready to take you now. So show me how much of a good boy you are and take your pants off for me."

Cobb lets out a moan and obeys. He reaches his hands down and grips the waistband of his pants until he's pulling them and his underwear down. They reach all the way to his ankles before he has to stop and kick off both his boots.

Freed from his boots, Cobb shucks his pants the rest of the way off and throws them carelessly on the sand below. Exposed to the night air and Din's hungry gaze, Cobb shivers as he waits for what Din will do next.

Din appreciates the sight of his lover a few moments more before he has to tear his gaze away and release the hold on Cobb's hair. With both hands open, Din leans away and undoes his own pants. It doesn't take long before he also is free from his pants and boots.

Cobb takes in a breath at the sight of his Mandalorian. Din has always been a gorgeous man, even now so more than ever with the moonlight highlighting his every feature.

Seeing the hitch in his marshal's breathing, Din gives a small smile before he leans back in.

"You've been such a good boy for me. Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes, kriff yes. Give it to me."

A rumble escapes Din's throat before he raises his hand to Cobb's lips. "Spit."

Cobb obliges and spits a generous amount into the awaiting palm.

Satisfied Din lowers his hand to his hardened cock and coats it in Cobb's spit. Glistening from root to tip, Din takes a few experimental strokes and groans.

Cobb is close to whining again before Din suddenly grabs one of the marshal's legs and hooks it around his waist.

Now having better access to Cobb's pussy, Din takes his cock in hand and rubs the tip of it against the wet folds. He takes a few moments to tease Cobb before pushing the tip of his cock into the awaiting hole.

They both moan in unison as Din's dick sinks deep within Cobb. Din closes his eyes to the feeling and brings his forehead to Cobb's in a gentle keldabe kiss.

"Ner cyare. Ner cyar'ika" Din says low in Mando'a before switching to basic. "You're mine Cobb Vanth. Your body and soul belong to me alone. No one will ever take you away from me and after tonight, you'll never forget who you belong to ever again." Din snarls out and begins to thrust his hips.

Cobb can do nothing but moan and hold tight onto Din's back. The pace his beloved sets is hard and fast. It's nothing but animalistic and he loves it. A gush of wetness oozes over Din's cock as he goes in and out of that tantalizing hole.

The sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard as Cobb meets Din's every thrust.

Without stopping his pace Din grabs Cobb by the ass and lifts him up causing the marshal to wrap his other leg around Din's waist.

With the new position Din is able to hit that bundle of nerves that makes Cobb see stars.

"Din." The marshal whines. "I'm so close. Please, harder."

At the whine Din sets a punishing pace, each thrust is harder than the last. Cobb lets out a loud moan at the feeling, his orgasm is quickly approaching. He can't hold out much longer.

"I'm yours, Din. I'm yours, I'll always belong to you." Cobb chants, delirious with pleasure.

Din snarls at the words before he's moving his head down and biting into the other side of Cobb's unmarked neck.

The pain from the bite sends Cobb over the edge. He moans out Din's name as he cums and clenches hard around Din's cock.

Din lets out a low moan into the marshal's throat at the feeling. It only takes a few moments more before his own orgasm hits, and he's cumming deep inside of Cobb.

The marshal whines at the feeling of being filled, of being completely owned. It makes a part of him purr to belong to Din. He had always known since the first time they met that he belonged to his Mandalorian. Something about him drew Cobb in and now that he's owned. He knows Din will never let him go.

That thought alone makes the marshal's heart thud in his chest. He loves Din with all his heart but seeing him lose control, it's something he knows will turn into a guilty pleasure. Cobb supposes he'll have to send thanks to Aola for helping him rile up his lover tonight. He'll have a hard time walking later but he can't wait to indulge in this pleasure again. He hopes it'll happen sometime soon once Aola has his exotic order made.