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Vildar Mac didn’t know exactly how it happened, but one moment they were trying to pass the time until they got a call about their next lead by playing cards in his room, and the next moment he was lying in his bed shirtless with Tey Sirrek on top of him, their lips locked together. 

Vildar’s hands were tangled in thick white hair, and Tey’s hands were resting firmly on his bare chest. Tey was simultaneously an ocean Vildar was drowning in and his only source of oxygen.

After a while, Tey’s lips left his and Vildar tried to chase his mouth. Tey laughed and then started kissing and sucking at the skin behind his ear and down his neck. Vildar attempted to steady his breathing but he felt like he and Tey could both clearly hear his racing heartbeat. As he moved down his neck, Tey bit Vildar hard, his sharp teeth digging into the skin on his shoulder so deep he was sure they must have drawn blood. Vildar was grateful for how modest the Jedi robes were and that they’d hide most of the bruises and bites he was being covered in. Each pinprick of pain sent a jolt straight to his groin.

Tey slotted one of Vildar’s legs between his own as he kissed him and rutted up against him. Through his pants, Vildar could feel that Tey was just as hard as he was. He reached down to squeeze the Sephi’s dick and Tey groaned. 

“You’re loud,” Vildar grunted.

“And you’re much too quiet,” Tey countered. He leaned down to whisper in Vildar’s ear. “I’m going to get you moaning my name, I swear.”

“We’ll see about that,” Vildar huffed, but another wave of arousal hit him at the thought. Vildar reached down to squeeze his own dick through his pants to give himself relief, but Tey slapped his hand hard. He quickly pulled it away, the back of his hand stinging. 

“No, I don’t think so. The only way you’re feeling good tonight is inside me.”

“You saying shit like that isn’t exactly helping ,” Vildar responded, biting the inside of his cheek. However, he didn’t move to touch himself again.

“Oh? And how exactly would you like me to help ?”

“Take this off,” Vildar said, gesturing at Tey’s clothes. He’d already shed his body armor, but Vildar was seeing a lot less of his purple skin than he’d like to see. 

“Take it off yourself,” Tey said, grinning. Vildar reached for the hem of his shirt but Tey gripped his shirt firmly in both hands to stop him from pulling it off. Vildar tried pulling from the neckline instead, but Tey held tight, a mischievous smirk on his face.

With a frustrated hum and a little help from the Force, Vildar ripped the shirt vertically down the middle. Tey gave him a fake look of indignation but Vildar could practically feel the waves of desire coming off him through the Force. 

“You’re going to need to buy me a new shirt, drydak,” Tey huffed, shrugging out of the tattered pieces. 

“I don’t think Jedi have funds for that kind of thing,” Vildar teased back, shrugging.

“Well, I guess you’ll have to make it up to me some other way then.”

Vildar put one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. 

“Take these off before I rip them too,” he muttered, tugging at the hem of Tey’s pants. 

“Bossy,” Tey said, rolling his eyes. But he tugged his pants down and tossed them to the side. 

Vildar took in the sight of Tey now straddling him completely naked, his dick flushed dark purple and heavy on Vildar’s stomach. Tey’s chest and his arms were covered with lean muscle, and his skin was smooth and hairless. It was like everything about his body was in stark contrast with Vildar’s.

“Your turn,” Tey said, grinning. He shifted himself down so he could start pulling Vildar’s pants off.

“This doesn’t mean anything right?” Vildar asked, interrupting Tey before he could get started. “You know that Jedi can’t—”

“It means I want to split myself open on the dick of a pretty man, that’s what it means.”

Vildar nodded, equal parts relieved and disappointed. 

However, he didn’t have long to linger on those feelings because Tey began removing his pants agonizingly slowly. With every inch of skin he exposed as he worked his way down, he replaced it with his mouth. 

When he’d finally pulled the pants low enough that Vildar’s erect dick sprang free, Tey purred approvingly. Vildar practically throbbed with the expectation that his mouth would soon be on him, but instead Tey kept going, unveiling more of his legs and kissing and licking all around his dick instead of on it. 

“Tey…” he whined softly. 

Tey pinched and twisted some skin on his thigh hard and Vildar jumped. 

“Nuh-uh, remember what I said earlier? Now don’t interrupt or we’ll take even longer to get there.”

And Tey continued at his slow pace. 

Eventually though it seemed the Sephi was just as impatient as Vildar was to move on to the next thing, because once his pants hit his knees Tey just went ahead and pulled them off all the way.

“Lube?” he asked.

“That drawer,” Vildar said, pointing. 

Tey slid off the bed and flitted over to grab it out of the drawers, then climbed back on top to straddle Vildar’s thighs. He squirted a sizeable amount onto his hands, rubbed them together to warm it, and finally, blissfully touched Vildar. 

Vildar bit his tongue to keep from sighing with relief, sure that Tey would prolong things further if he knew how happy Vildar was to be touched. Sure enough Tey looked at him with one eyebrow raised and then nodded approvingly when Vildar didn’t make any noticeable sign that he was enjoying it. 

Tey finished lubing up his cock, tossed the lube aside, and moved to position himself over it.

“Wait, do you need to… or do you want me to—”

“I’m good to go, I fucked myself right before I got here. Fat lot of good that did me,” Tey said.

“You mean—”

“Yes, I played with myself while imagining it was your stupid Jedi dick earlier, keep up!” Tey sighed. 

Vildar wanted to ask more questions—what exactly had he been picturing, was his “stupid Jedi dick” what he’d imagined, how many times had Tey thought about him while jerking off, was it as often as Vildar thought about him —but any words that might have come to his lips were instantly cut off as Tey lowered himself onto Vildar’s dick and Vildar was enveloped in his tight, wet heat. 

“Holy City of Jedha Mac, you might not be real bright, but damn do you have a great cock.”

Again Vildar found himself wanting to say something but he couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could hardly breathe . Tey paused for a moment, letting himself adjust to the stretch. Vildar tried to hold his hips, but Tey slapped his hands away. Then he started moving and Vildar scrambled to grab at the sheets next to him to give him some kind of lifeline. 

As Tey bounced on his dick, Vildar found he had to close his eyes. The sensations and noises coming from Tey were already overwhelming, and the sight of Tey fucking himself was way too much. So he kept his eyes closed and tried to focus on not saying Tey’s name, even though the only sound in his head was the mingle of Tey’s moans and his own voice repeating Tey’s name over and over. He couldn’t give the other man the satisfaction. 

“Do I have to do all the work, drydak?” Tey Sirrek eventually said, and Vildar popped one eye open to see Tey roll his own eyes. 

In one smooth motion and without slipping out of him, maybe using the Force a little to assist, Vildar flipped them over so Tey was lying against the bed. Tey’s ears flattened and his eyes widened. 

“Well don’t get quiet now,” Vildar huffed.

“If you do your job right, I won’t be for lo—” Tey started to say but his words were cut off with a strangled cry as Vildar lifted his ass a little and began to pound into him. 

Everything in Vildar’s mind disappeared except the feeling of Tey’s hole sucking him in over and over, the way his hips felt in his hands, the way Tey’s dick bounced against his stomach at this angle, how his purple fingers scrambled to grab at the same sheets he’d been holding tight to when Tey rode him, the way Tey’s eyes were screwed shut, and the pretty sounds he was making. Vildar never wanted this to end, he just wanted to keep fucking or getting fucked by this man forever and ever—

“Vildar,” Tey panted, breaking through the fog. “Fuck, I’m so close, touch me—”

Vildar let go of one side of his hips and used the force to keep him steady so he didn’t have to miss a beat, and grabbed Tey’s cock. Three tugs in time with his thrusts and Tey was spilling over his own stomach with a shout. 

“Oh, fuck Tey,” Vildar groaned as he felt Tey’s ass pulse around him. He let go of his dick to grab his hips again. A few more quick thrusts was all it took before Vildar also felt his own orgasm swiftly approaching. He pulled out and Tey made a disappointed sound at the loss, but he couldn’t concentrate on that because he was immediately also spilling onto Tey’s stomach. 

The next few moments were a blur, but when Vildar came to his senses again, Tey was still lying on his back and he was on his stomach with his head resting on Tey’s hip.  

Vildar paused, staring at the mix of his cum with Tey’s. Tey’s had a slight lilac tint and together they almost shimmered. 

“Purple,” he said, his brain not recovered enough from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just had to say anything more coherent. Some part of him was thinking that he needed to stand up to get something to clean this up. He glanced up at Tey and found dark purple eyes closely watching him.

“Eat it,” Tey said.

Vildar immediately obeyed, licking it up with his tongue but keeping eye contact with Tey. Tey propped himself up on his elbows and watched him with hungry eyes. 

“You’ve got cum in your beard, you stupid whore,” Tey said affectionately when he’d finished. “Come here.”

Vildar slid forward and Tey kissed him again, moaning a bit as he tasted both of them on his tongue.

“Ready to go again?” Tey asked after a few minutes. 

“Surprisingly enough… I think I am,” Vildar answered. His refractory period was typically much longer but he could feel himself getting hard again from the way Tey was looking at him.

“Pheremones aren’t the only thing Sephi developed to help us survive… our cum might be an aphrodisiac,” Tey explained, winking at him. “We can keep going until your old man body gives out.”

“My ‘old man body’ might surprise you,” Vildar countered. “Remember, I have the Force. You’ll get tired before I do.”

“I think that sounds like a challenge,” Tey said with a wicked grin.