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Day 1: Coming untouched, Kidnapping

Day 2: Masturbation, Orgasm control

As he was being dragged by his tied-up feet through the opening of a spaceship that definitely wasn’t his, Din briefly wondered how things could’ve escalated so quickly. Then, as he was unceremoniously dropped to the ground and rolled onto his back, bound hands squashed underneath the bulky weight of his armour, he looked up at the face of his captor and realized that he knew exactly why things had escalated so far and who was to blame for that.

Din. Din, and no one else.

Well… for most part anyway. There were always two parties involved in a kidnapping after all, one could argue, and there were two parties involved in that little game of theirs. So Din was only halfway to blame, actually. He hadn’t even been the one to start the game – though it had been him who had planted the seed of an idea in Lukes’s head-, he simply saw so reason to stop it.

The first time it’d happened, there had been a message from Ahsoka on the comms, one that simply read: “Luke’s being dense again. Go get your man”. Din had rolled his eyes at first, annoyed with the way she kept referring to Luke as “his man”. Yes, they had been getting closer to one another in the past few months of knowing each other, and they had even shared a bed a few times, but they weren’t committed to one another in any way. Luke had his new Jedi Order to look after, and Din had Grogu. There simple wasn’t any time between the responsibilities of the two for there to be more. Not to forget the fact that Luke being a Jedi technically forbid him from any serios relationships. So, the occasional no-strings-attached fuck it had been. To release some tension, of course. No other reason.

Ahsoka, after stumbling upon them entangled in Lukes’s bedsheets when she was supposed to watch Grogu, had other ideas. She was ecstatic about it, thinking Luke had finally let go of the ancient no-attachment-rule. Luke had only blushed deeply, denying that there were any feelings other than physical attraction involved.

(Din had ignored the sting that had caused him, and simply agreed with him, saying that between his missions and raising Grogu there was no time. It was better that way, he told himself repeatedly.)

It had stayed that way for many months after their first time. Occasional check-ins, some rare visits when they were both free where they would quickly seek privacy and fall into bed together, and no feelings.

Until that message from Ahsoka. There were coordinates too, and a brief description of what Lukes’s mission had been. Stealing data about force sensitive children from some small imperial terror cell that refused to die. According to Ahsoka something had gone wrong and now Luke was being held by said terrorists and had just barely managed to send out a distress signal to the other jedi. She was too far away to help and so it fell on Din to go rescue his the Jedi.

Breaking into the terrorist’s base hadn’t been too difficult. He sneaked around as long as he managed and once he had been discovered he shot his way through. Luke had been held in one of their prison cells, a highly secured steel room that looked like straight out of a horror-holo. His hands were cuffed with force dampening shackles and as if that hadn’t been enough for his captor, they seemed to have beat him up enough to make him unable to move more than wiggling around on the ground. The sight had sickened Din. Checking if it was safe to move the injured Jedi, Din had lost enough time for the terrorists to catch up with him, so he hadn’t wasted time trying to undo the shackles and simply threw Luke over his shoulders, making a run for it. Some fighting and shooting later, they had made it safely back onto Dins ship, parked a safe distance away from the base. Only when the hatch was closed did Din set down Luke. As in, hastily, but still careful not to hurt him more, throwing him on the sleeping pallet before making his way to the cockpit, initiating take off. Once they were in hyperspace Din quickly checked in on Grogu, who somehow slept through the whole ordeal (which was usually a sign that Din had not been in any real danger), before making his way back to Luke.

The Jedi was still on the bed, lying on his sides curled a bit into himself and breathing hard.

“Hey.”, Din said, worried a bit. “Are you okay? Any pain?”

Luke groaned, his face flushing a bit, and Din frowned. He had seemed mostly fine back at that base. A bit roughed up, sure, but he hadn’t thought that there was any internal damage. A concussion, most likely, leaving him disoriented.

“Just a bit.”, Luke finally admitted. Din sighed in relief. “They were amateurs, really.”

“Amateurs that managed to catch you.”, Din noted, and Luke scowled up at him.

“They surprised me. I had not expected them to have force dampening shackles. Speaking of which…” He trailed of, wiggling his bound arms until Din could rip his gaze away from Luke’s bruised face to where he was still bound. Din quickly searched the hold for something to break the open, succeeding after a few minutes.

“You should really clean up here sometimes.”, Luke said from the bed, following Din around with his eyes. It did not made Din feel hotter than normal.

“As in, right now? Good idea.”, Din shot back without ceasing his search, finally finding the right tool. He turned to Luke just in time to see him rolling his eyes but smiling fondly. Yep, definitely a concussion.

“Yeah, just let me, injured and shackled, wait some more.”

“What, not liking the handcuffs?”

“Under other circumstances, I sure would.” He winked at that, and Din stopped, growing even hotter under his armour. He swallowed hard, hoping Luke didn’t catch his reaction, though he knew it was futile. Luke caught onto everything, seemed to know Din inside and out, as if they had been together a life time already and not only a few months for some quick fucks.

“I can get you a better pair, if you’d like.”, he said after a short pause, his voice rough, but thankfully hidden by his helmet. Luke shot him a dazzling smirk, which Din ignored in favour of unbinding him. “Turn around.”, he ordered, which turned out to me a mistake. Luke did as he was told, rolling over until he was laying fully on his stomach, still grinning up at Din. The sight of Luke laying on his bed, his bound hands resting on the small of his back, right over the rising of his butt, almost made Din dizzy. Even roughed up like that, bruised and bloodied, the Jedi was a sight to behold, long and slim limbs and muscle and…

Din sharply shook his head, forcing his thoughts into the back of his mind and focusing on the task at hand. Luke laid in the middle of the cot, which wasn’t that big, but since removing the shackles would need some precision, Din opted to play it safe and kneeled down on it next to Luke instead of keeping some distance and hovering over him. Carefully he put the tool to use, squeezing it inside tiny gaps in the metal and prying the different compartments apart. It wasn’t an easy task, with one wrong movement causing zaps of electricity to shock Luke, and after a few minutes Din decided that he needed a different angle.

“Spread your legs.”, he commanded, and Luke laughed out loud.

“Can’t wait until you’re done?”, he teased and wiggled his eyebrows. “I think you’re liking the cuffs.”

Din shrugged and said “Suit yourself” when Luke didn’t obey fast enough and swiftly swung his leg over Luke’s tights, straddling them. He was eager to get the cuffs of, but not for the reasons Luke thought of. The Jedis hands were cold to the touch by now, and the tips of his fingers started to turn blue, clearly lacking circulation. Not to mention that they must’ve been incredibly uncomfortable and had been severing Luke’s connection to the force for several hours by then.

A breathy “Oh” left Luke and he started squirming. Din hold onto his shackled arms, trying to keep him still, but when that didn’t help and Luke tried to ground his ass back against Dins crotch guard, he delivered a quick, not too hard slap against his backside.

“Keep still.”, he ordered, ignoring Luke’s hiss. It worked, and Din got back to work. Another five minutes later and the handcuffs finally snapped open. Luke sighed in relief and slowly brought his numb hands to his front. Din climbed off of him and sat next to him on the bed, watching as Luke attempted to massage feeling back into his arms.

“Any pain?”, he asked, getting up to search through his medical supplies.

“Just a bit sore.”

“And the rest of you?”

Luke seemed to think for a moment, taking stock of the various hurts on his body. “My head. I think they kicked it. Well, all of me, to be honest.” Din nodded and gathered some bacta patches. He did quick work of patching Luke up, even though the other man surely would’ve been capable to do it himself. He seemed to enjoy the attention, though, and let himself be turned this way and that, until every scratch had been covered oder otherwise cared for. All the while Luke’s eyes stayed on Din, watching him work. His pupil were dilated, Din noted. Because of the concussion, he thought at first, but as his hands were carefully feeling Luke’s chest for any broken ribs or bruises that would indicate internal bleeding, he caught sight of the very obvious bulge in his pants. He couldn’t possible see were Din was looking with the helmet on, but either he knew Din good enough by then to guess right why his hands had stopped their probing, or the force told him, because he followed Dins gaze and then sheepishly grinned back up at him. At least he had the decency to blush.

“I should let myself get kidnapped more often if it means that you’re the one to rescue me.”, he drawled seductively. “Saving me, carrying me around like that? You can’t expect me to not get horny. And throwing me onto the bed?”

He slowly got up, and Din noted how his eyes seemed to have lost focus for a second, how his head seemed just a tad too heavy for him to hold up. With one hand, Luke braced himself on the bed, with the other he hold onto Dins neck, drawing him closer until his lips were almost touching the helmet.

“You’re so strong, Din. Want to manhandle me some more?”, he whispered, leaning even closer. Just before his lips would’ve made contact, Din placed a hand on the others chest and very gently pushed him back down, even though every fibre of his being – especially his dick, already half hard under his armour – yelled at him not to.

“No, Luke.”, he said softly. “Not now. You have a concussion. You need to rest.”

Luke pouted at him, but let himself be guided back, until he was laying flat on the mattress again. “Just give me some more bacta.”, he argued, though without any heat. “I’ve fought with worse.”

“Fighting and fucking isn’t the same. Besides, Grogu’s on the ship. Don’t want him to loose his innocence just yet.”

Luke continued to pout for another second, before giving in. “Alright.”, he said, suddenly looking very exhausted. “But tomorrow.”

“When you’re healed.”

“Fine. But then.”

“Yes. Then.”

Luke had seemed to deem himself healed the day after, and once Grogu was safely stashed with Ahsoka, who had met them halfway towards Nevarro, he had gotten his way and Din got to fuck him so hard he’d walked funny the entire next day.

The second time had been similar to the first, Luke in trouble yet again and Din whisking him away to safety before things could get even worse. They had been stuck inside an escape pod after, both breathing hard from exhaustion and the adrenalin quickly leaving their bodies. Din still had his arms around Luke from when he had shieled him from stray lasers bolts, but now they were on the floor, Din on top of him. Luke was squished under him, his left hand stuck between their bodies and his right struck out towards the door, his lightsabre still in it. He had just barely managed to push the emergency release button with the force, right before some imperial goons would’ve stormed to pod.

“I had that under control.”, Luke had heaved, and Din could only roll his eyes.

“No, you hadn’t.”, he said and went to extract himself from the accidental embrace.

“I had. You’ve got to stop kidnapping me every time things get heated.”

“Things always get heated with you.”, Din had said without thinking. “And besides, I thought you liked me being rough with you.”

Luke huffed, a playful glee taking over the annoyance in his eyes. “I do. But not when it’s interfering with my missions.”

“What was you’re mission again, besides getting yourself killed?” Before Luke could answer that, Din went on. “And it’s not kidnapping. It’s merely taking you out of danger.”

“It’s taking me somewhere I don’t want to go against my will.”

“If any of this would be against your will, I would’ve long lost my head.”

A by now very familiar expression took its place on Luke’s face, his mouth spreading in a grin that held promises that had Din’s dick harden in an instant. “True. Still, I think you own me an apology. For Kidnapping me. Twice.” He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips. Din was unable to feel anything thanks to the armour, but the way Luke eyes slipped close at the contact he knew what was about to happen. Not that he held any objections of course, and after checking that they were indeed safely out of range from their attackers, he decided that sending out the distress signal could wait for another few minutes.

The third time it had been Din who got in trouble, and Luke getting him out of it. Or rather, sneaking on his ship, hijacking it and then flying in the exact opposite direction than Din wanted to go. It had turned out to be the right decision, because a second later the place Din was just about to fly them to got blown up to pieces.

“Is this payback for that time in the escape pod?”, Din asked, once he had managed to untangle himself from the stack of boxes that had collapsed on top of him when Luke had thrown him out of the cockpit with the force. Not listening to Luke could end badly on occasion, Din knew, but that had been an unexpected move. Dirty, even.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, Luke said with fake innocence, turning around in the pilot chair to take in Dins ragged appearance. A can of… Din didn’t even want to know what it was, had opened in the chaos and now stuck to his cape. With a heavy sigh Din pulled it off and bunched it up. “If I wanted to pay you back, I would’ve kidnapped you. This is merely… taking you somewhere you don’t want to go against your will.”

“You should really look up the definition of kidnapping.”

“Why? Want me to spice up my game?”

“Maybe.” He buried his clean hand in Lukes’s hair, pulling his head back until he was forced to look up at him from his seat. His eye were half lidded, and a hot breath escaped his mouth in a huff.

“Oh, I could. I still own you one. For that first time, at that Imperial base, remember?”

Din did remember. Especially the day after, when he had pounded Luke so hard he was sure it chaffed his dick a bit, all while whispering dirty promises about tying him up in his ear. He smirked at the memory, thinking that if he played this right, maybe he could get a repeat before they returned to their respective homes. “I could make it up to you right now.”, he offered and turned the chair fully around and leaned down to push Luke fully into it.

“That wouldn’t exactly be the same, don’t you think?”, Luke grinned, though he did let his hands wander over Din armoured arms until he crossed them behind his neck.

“So what? For every time I saved your ass-“

“Kidnapped me!”

“-okay, kidnapped you, you’re gonna kidnap me in return?” And then he said the damning words. “Is this a competition now?”

Luke froze, then a slow, wicked grin spread over his face, the mischief practically pouring out of him. “Yes.”, he said slowly, and if Din looked closely, he thought he could see the gears turning in his head. “It is now.”

Din froze as well, having the sudden thought that he had done a great mistake. He swallowed hard. “And what’s the prize?”

Luke grinned even wider, and suddenly Din was thrown back into the other seat in the cockpit by an invisible force. No, the force.

“Well, since I successfully took control over your ship and kidnapped you, I seem to have you at my mercy, don’t I?”

Din swallowed again, and it was impossible to miss the hunger in Luke’s eyes as he stood and made his way over to Din, crawling in his lap and grinding his hips down.

“Yes.”, Din said, his voice suddenly as tight as his pants. “You do. Going to take advantage of that?”

Luke did, and so their little game had been born. Din hadn’t been sure if it was a good idea, focusing so much of his time and energy on tracking Luke (not that hard, they did do regular check ins after all, including exchanging their locations and plans for future travels) and making plans for how to kidnap him best (a lot harder, since Luke had the force on his side). But in the end, there was only so much his ego could take, and after Luke had gotten the upper hand two more times – one as the promised payback for that first time, and then again just so he would be one ahead of Din – and managed to take him down, he had enough. Having Luke take control of him, riding him into oblivion or sucking his soul out of his dick had been nice, there was no arguing that, but Din was still a Mandalorian, and as such a part of him longed to be the one with the pants on, at least on some occasions (figurately speaking, in best case scenarios none of them would be wearing anything for long, save for the helmet).

So he decided to play Luke’s game. It had taken some serious planning and effort on Dins side, but in the end he managed to surprise Luke, and back to even ground they were. Not for long, but the scales never tipped onto one side for long. They both were too competitive for that. The game went on for months, and they saw each other more regularly than ever before. They also fucked more than ever before.

It should’ve been a positive side effect, except that it’d created a hunger for more inside of Din, always longing to be close to Luke, to have another chance at catching him, or be caught. His heart was pounding stronger every time he realized it was Luke who was on his tale, not some other pursuer, and the excitement for what was to come got his dick hard to the point it had hindered his fighting. It had gotten distracting, and the fact that the sex had only gotten better wasn’t helping. Though, it wasn’t just the act of it that made Din to keep playing. It was what came before, and after. Before, it was the playfulness in Lukes’s voice, no matter who won the current round, the trust he showed Din by letting him manhandle him and not complaining when their lovemaking grew a bit rougher. Or softer, depending on what the mood was. And after, it was the post-coital cuddling. Often they would fall asleep entangled in each other, still covered with some bodily fluid or another. And when they woke, they wouldn’t part ways immediately, and instead eat breakfast together, and talk about nothing and everything for hours. It was peaceful. Almost… domestic.

Distracting. It had escalated to something far more distracting than Din should’ve ever allowed, but he wasn’t the only one to blame for that, to get back to the start. Luke carried some as well, and in moments like this, were he leaned over Din with that wicked grin of his and placed his foot on his chest plate to stop him from moving, it became painfully clear. Din had managed to get most of his bearings back under control by then, but the sight still made him dizzy. It should have been infuriating how Luke hadn’t even broken a sweat during their fight, but Din just thought it was fucking hot. It made him squirm despite the weight on him and his body grew warm.

Well, warmer. His dick was at half mast ever since Luke had jumped him in that grimly lit back alley, and if the way Luke looked at him was and indication, it would stay like that for quite some time.

“Well, look what I got there.”, Luke said, leaning further down. It put more weight on his chest and therefore on his hands bound behind his back, but the pain only made Din harden further. “That’s nine to eight, am I right?”

He was. Luke never lost count, always reminding Din how the numbers stood when he seemed to forget that he was doing this for something other than being close to Luke. Some days Din worried that he wasn’t being fair, not telling Luke why he did what he did, but then he reminded himself that Luke had the force, and it most likely told him everything that he needed to know about their situation. Since Luke had yet to stop their game and call him out on it, he didn’t think it bothered him, so he kept his mouth shut and tried to remember who was in the lead. Right now it was Luke.

“For now.”, Din said, trying to keep his voice calm. He failed spectacularly. “I almost got you. One more day and you would’ve been mine again.”

“Ups. Sorry to ruin your fun.”, Luke said completely unapologetically. “I’m sure you had the perfect plan how to abduct me in the making.” Din had, and this time tomorrow he would’ve set it into motion. Well, Luke had been quicker. “Seems like I win this round, though. Whatever should I do with you, now that I have you?” He fake pondered, making it clear that he knew exactly what he wanted to do. It made Dins dick throb against the confines of his armour.

“I’m sure you will think of something.”, Din said drily, and Luke laughed at that. It sounded beautiful, and Din wished he did it again. The foot on his chest disappeared, and Luke stepped away from him.

“Let’s get out of here first. Wouldn’t want to disturb the neighbours.”, he mused and made his way to the cockpit of his ship. It wasn’t big and Din had been on it multiple times before. Part of him believed that Luke had gotten it solely for their game, so that he had something to kidnap Din with, but the rest of him thought that to be ridiculous.

For a moment Din thought Luke would leave him on the floor of the hold. It wouldn’t have been the first time one of them made the other wait, letting them stew in their fantasies about what was about to happen, getting them all hot and bothered. It worked wonderfully on Luke, who could become a whiny little thing once teased enough, but it was clear Luke got a kick out of it as well, when he did it to Din.

Not that time, though. After Luke walked away a few steps, he stopped and turned, cocking his head at Din. “Well, aren’t you coming?”

Din only glared at him, even though Luke couldn’t see through the helmet. He still had enough dignity left to not attempt to stand with both his hands and feet bound, so he waited until Luke realized his ‘mistake’.

“Ooh, right.”, said man laughed after a few seconds. “How silly of me.” And then Din suddenly grew lighter, until he was floating almost a meter in the air. Luke using the force on him would never not be hot. “Come on, now. We have things to do.”

Floating after his captor, Din followed him to the cockpit, where he was gently lowered into one of seats until he was in a sitting position. Before his back made contact with the seat, his bindings snapped open, but before he could even think about doing anything, his hands were forced onto the armrests and another pair of bindings snapped around them. The blatant show of control almost had Din made a very undignified sound, that he managed to bite back in the last moment. He was thankful for the cover his helmet offered, but Luke didn’t need to see his face to know being tied down by him made him fell things.

Luke turned towards the control, powering up the ship and not paying any attention to Din while he pulled it higher and higher, until they were putting the planet behind them and floating through space. Din could only watch him pushing buttons and setting up controls, not even bothering to ask where they were going. Luke wouldn’t tell him, and it didn’t matter anyway. Either Din would be returned to where Luke had snatched him or bring him where he needed to be next. And Grogu was safe back at Nevarro, hopefully behaving and attending school like Din told him to, so he was in no rush either.

After what felt like hours of watching Luke fly through space and squirming in his seat, his hard on never flagging, Luke finally turned back towards him. Having his eyes on him again made his stomach flip in anticipation.

“Now, what do we have here?”, he asked teasingly and walked over to him, putting a little extra sway in his hips. Force, how Din loved those hips. He couldn’t help the way he thrusted upwards, just a tiny movement. Luke caught it, and the spark it caused in his eyes made Dins dick throb with arousal. “Is that a blaster in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Haha.”, Din said through gritted teeth, wishing Luke would just get on with it. His mind was already reeling with all the possibilities of how this could go. Maybe he would ride him into the seat, like he had before, or make him grind against his thigh until he came. On one memorable occasion he had put a little device inside of him and made it vibrate using the force. Din wasn’t the biggest fan of having things up his ass, but he still couldn’t deny of how good it had felt. Luke luckily hadn’t teased him long with it, instead opting between thrusting it deeper and increasing the vibrations until Din came fast and hard. Between that and the next time Din had managed to kidnap Luke, he had bought a similar device, though bigger and with a remote to control it. Luke had moaned almost pitiful once he had seen it but didn’t object when Din had lubed it up and put it in him. To Lukes confusion, he had then redressed him, before turning it on randomly thorough their time together, until Luke had begged him to come. They hadn’t stopped there, though. He had begged for more, and knowing that he could take it, Din had continued fucking him with the vibrator, before replacing it with his cock, making him come a total of three times. It had drained Luke completely, making him sleep for almost 18 hours after, but he still made Din promise to keep it for future use.

Din kept it on his ship, carefully tugged away at a place Grogu couldn’t reach. He wasn’t sure if he should count himself lucky or not that he hadn’t carried it with him that day, though he mused that Luke would find other ways to entertain the two of them.

“You know,”, Luke started and slowly climbed into his lap. Like many times before Din had to marvel at the fact that Luke fitted perfectly into it, like he was never made to exist anywhere else. “I have given it some thought, what I want to do with you, and I just couldn’t make up my mind.” He leaned back, until he was fully sitting on Din tights, one hand holding onto his shoulder and the other sprawled out on top of Dins chest plate.

“I can give you some ideas, if you want.”, Din offered, but at the loud laugh that left Luke he knew it was futile.

“Oh, you already have, love.” Dins heart did not make a traitorous flip at the endearment. “Remember that last time you managed to catch me?”

Oh, fuck. Din did remember, and with a groan he let Luke known. It hadn’t been the one with the vibrator, but the one after. They had been in a rush for once, not having enough time for a proper coupling. Not that they knew that when Din had started to take Luke apart with his fingers, and after covering Luke’s eyes with a blindfold, his mouth as well. Right before he would’ve made Luke come for the first time they were interrupted and so they had been forced to part ways without the much-needed release. It had frustrated Din to no end, but apparently, Luke wasn’t happy about it either.

“That was hardly my fault.”, Din argued, but Luke only tutted at him.

“You could’ve checked the scanners before you started.”

“I did!”

“Well, not good enough it seems. I had to fly back home with a raging hard on and your spit everywhere.”

“Well, so did I. You at least were able to fly one handily. I had Grogu.”

Luke shrugged nonchalantly. “Not my problem. Anyway,”, he went on, his grin bordering on sadistic, “it gave me a great idea for today.” The hand on Dins chest plate began to roam around, stroking over the cool and unyielding metal, and Din wished he had his hands free to undress himself so that he could feel the warmth of Luke’s hand on his skin.  The hand slid lower, until it grazed just millimetres off of the crotch guard. Din gasped at the almost-contact, knowing he wouldn’t be able to feel anything anyway. Still, the imagination that Luke would touch him there was a wonderful thing.

The caressing went on for the next several minutes. Luke causally stroking all over his chest and occasionally over the part of his tights not being covered by Luke’s body. Even though the armour should make it impossible for Din to feel the touch for real, every now and then he thought he could feel Luke’s hot fingertips dancing over his skin, but as soon as he focused on the phantom touch, it was gone again. After the fourth time he could’ve sworn something had just flicked his right nipple and with a grunt he looked down at his chest. Luke’s hand was placed right over his right peck, pressing down on the armour. The touch was gone again, but this time Din was sure it wasn’t just his imagination playing tricks on him.

“What’re you doing?”, he said, his voice already breathy. His dick was still rock hard, and his hips thrusted upwards again, seeking friction that wasn’t there.

“Nothing.”, Luke said with fake innocence. “Just admiring the view.”  His hand wandered over to the other side of his chest and a second later Din hissed and jerked in his restraints. Something had his left nipple in a mean grip, twisting and pulling it without actually touching.

“Fucking- Jedi-“, he hissed as he twitched. Just as sudden as the touch had started, it stopped again, leaving only a dull throbbing behind.

“I thought you liked me using the force on you. Or did I misunderstand you earlier?”

Din was almost a hundred percent sure that he had not said that out loud, but before he could call Luke out for reading his mind, a wave of pleasure-pain shot through his chest again and his words were drowned out by the low groan that left him.

“You like that?”, Luke asked curiously, and Din answered with something akin to a growl. He did like it, but Luke would have to pull out bigger guns to have him admit that. For now he bit his tongue, refusing to give Luke the satisfaction of having figured out another one of his fantasies. Luke wasn’t deterred by that and laughed, a sweet but still dangerous sound. Well, dangerous for Dins sanity, at least. “I thought about it for quite some time now, though I’m still not sure how it actually works. Does the force really touch you, or is it simple manipulating your mind, making you believe you’re being touched to the point you the point it becomes reality for you?”

“Sure feels real to me.”, Din gritted out, then almost moaned when he gets flicked again. With every motion his dick throbbed, almost painfully so by now, and Din started to squirm in his seat, but even if Luke would be close enough to touch, his crotch guard blocks every friction he could’ve got.

“It does? Describe it to me.”, Luke said, and when stayed silent leaned in closer, ducking under the helmet as if he wanted to kiss his neck. The helmets in the way, but that doesn’t stop Luke from pressing kisses to the metal, before whispering: “Pretty please?”

Din groaned again, suddenly dangerously close to coming. He squeezed his tights together to get himself back under control, before giving in.

“It feels…”, he tried to think of a way to put in, which turned out to be pretty difficult when phantom fingers started to roam all over his upper body, teasing his nipples until they’re fully hard and almost too sensitive to the touch, all the while drawing featherlight circles and lines over his lower abdomen. “It feels so real. Like you’re really touching me. Maybe you even are touching me, or at least the force is.”

“Oh yeah?”, Luke said, still muzzling at Dins helmet, leaving a wet trail of spit in his wake that would’ve made Dins ancestors cut off his tongue. Though, Luke’s ancestors probably weren’t too fond of him right now either. “Tell me, what am I doing to you right now.”

Din made another pitiful sound, close to a whine then. His chest and stomach was being attacked by a dozen’s different touches, some focusing on his nipples and pecks, others trailing over his muscles, scratching playfully or stroking lovingly. It was enough to keep Din painfully hard in his trousers, his cock already leaking pre cum, but not enough to push him over the edge, though Din should probably be thankful for that. Coming in his pants like a teenager was not on his agenda.

Still, it was too much to talk about, too many things happening at once to put them into words. He opened his mouth to try, attempting to focus on one thing at a time, but he only managed a gasp, squeezing his eyes shut. Every time he concentrated on one particular touch, another became more pressing, flicking or scratching just a tiny bit harder. He gave up after almost a minute, signalling his defeat with a wretched moan.

“What’s wrong, love?”, Luke asked, sounding almost concerned if not for the obvious smirk in his voice.

“Too much…”, Din gasped, breathing harder that he should. “It’s- It’s too much. Can’t… focus-“

“Aaw.”, Luke crooned, and Dins hips jerked up harder, still not finding relief. “Am I making it too hard for you? Should I help you a bit?”

Din nodded feverishly, not wanting to resolve to begging just yet. He knew it was unavoidable, but he would still try to hold out as long as he could. Luckily, Luke seemed to have mercy on him, because a moment later all but one of the invisible fingers disappeared. Din breathed in shakingly, only now realizing how tense he had become and purposefully relaxes his taunt muscles again.

“What about now?”, Luke asked after letting Din calm down for a few seconds and Din took a shuddering breath.

“You’re- You’re touching me.”, he started describing what was happening. “On my chest. You’re sliding over my nipple-, my left nipple, ugh,”, he trailed of for a second, “You’re rubbing it and pinching ah,” He jerked again, and Luke chuckled at him.

“Very good, Din. Go on.” The praise washed over Din and he sighed deeply.

“Now you’re going to the other one. Your fingers feel hot and so… rough.” Callused, he meant, just not from holding a blaster like Dins were, but from Lukes’s lightsabre. “It feels so good, Luke.” The last part was barely more than a breath.

“Really?”, Luke whispered, and the touch grew firmer, rubbing more intensely. Then Din jumped in his seat, almost throwing Luke off, and he cursed loudly as teeth dragged over his sensitive nub. Luke chuckled again, and then a hot, wet tongue lapped over Dins chest.

“Fuck,”, Din yelled again, twisting in his bindings, “What’re you doing?”

“What do you think?”, Luke shot back, before bending down to kiss Dins armour, right over where an invisible mouth kept on attacking Din. A second set of fingers were back at the other nipple, but it felt like nothing compared to the mouth attached to Din. He cursed again, as teeth buried themselves around his nipple, pulling it taunt before releasing it and licking it almost apologetically. A spurt of precum escaped Dins dick and his underwear turned uncomfortable wet.

Then, the hand slowly slid downward, caressing his stomach with firm strokes, before grazing the hem of his underwear with just the tips. It was enough to make Dins stomach twist in pleasure, a deep moan wrenching out of him. Luke’s eyes glinted knowingly, and he leaned back a bit so he could take in Din fully.

“Tell me what you want, Din.”, he ordered and at the same time the teeth were back, this time on the other nipple.

“Touch me.”, Din breathed out, trying to press his hips upwards into Luke’s touch.

“I am touching you.” Luke stopped for a second, pondering over what he just said. “Or am I? Guess we will never now. Do you think there will be marks?”

Din groaned at the thought and desperately wished for it. A second later a second mouth appeared on his neck, right over his pulse point, and started sucking and biting into the skin.

“You know what I mean.”, he hissed at Luke.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” By the force, he was in a mean mood today. “Better ask for it, just in case.”

“You’re a menace, you know that?”

“Isn’t that what you like about me so much?”

“I would’ve gone for that perfect ass of yours. Or your mouth.”

“I can give you the latter, if you ask nicely.”, Luke laughed and shifted on his lap, until he was straddling only one of Dins tights. Din looked down at the other man and immediately got an eyeful of the tent in his pants. Then Luke leaned forward again and started grinding. His eyes fluttered shut and a breathy gasp left those plump lips of his. “Or don’t. I’m fine like this. Force, I love your legs, did I ever tell you that?”

“You have.”, Din grunted. “Quite often even, I think. This can’t be comfortable.” It really couldn’t, the metal was hard and unyielding, Din knew, and even though Luke had been sitting on his legs for some time now, warming it, it must still be cold to the touch, even through the fabric of Luke robes.

“You’d be surprised.”, Luke gasped and pushed down a little harder. Din whished the plate of beskar would disappear, so that he could feel the little twitches Luke’s dick would make by now.

“If you get any cum on my armour, you’re licking it off.”, he warned, but the threat, paired with his breathlessness and almost whiny voice, sounded pathetic, even to himself.

Luke must’ve thought so too, because he made a dismissive sound and said: “Who’s going to make me? You? Tied up to a chair with a raging hard on?”

Din shot some entirely uncreative insult back at him, and Luke only laughed.

“Now come on, ask me to touch you where you really want it.”, he drawled and leaned closer again. His hips never stopped moving and Din could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “I can go on like this forever.” Din didn’t doubt it. “Patience is a must for a Jedi, after all. What about you? Or do you think you can come from just this?”

The touches grew more again, more hands and more mouths moving over his upper body, sucking more marks on his neck and shoulders or licking over his navel, but never going down to where he needed it the most. He gave up the fight with his mouth and loud gasps and moans filled the cockpit. Maybe he could come like this, he thought at a particularly mean twist of fingers, but no matter how close to the edge he got, nothing was enough to push him over. His dick hurt by then, a never-ending stream of precum oozing out of it, soiling his pants.

Luke was breathing hard over him as well, still grinding down onto his tight with fluid movements, his eyes never leaving Din. Even in the dim light Din could see the dark patch on the front of Luke’s pants and for a second he wondered if he really wouldn’t be able to outlast the Jedi. But then one of the invisible hands pressed down on his lover stomach, just over where his groin began, and he broke.

“Fuck, Luke-“, he almost yelled, jerking in his holds, “you win.” Luke grinned at that, still looking so composed, even though Din didn’t miss the way his movements sped up just barely.

“Oh yeah?”, he asked, and all hands other than the one on his stomach disappeared.

“Yeah, just fucking- touch me. My dick. Touch my dick. Please.” Any shame he could’ve felt over begging was immediately drowned out in the wake of the pleasure that exploded in his dick when he finally felt a hand wrap around the hard shaft. It felt warm and callused, just like Luke’s. The angle should’ve been weird, with his clothes and armour still on, but it didn’t seem to matter for the force-hand. The fingers wrapped firmly around him, just holding and pressing for a few moments, before starting to move slowly.

Too slowly.

“Fuck, what’s up with you today?”, Din cursed and tipped his head back, trying to push his hips up into the movement. “Do you get a kick out of torturing me?”

“Maybe.”, Luke admitted, but then at least had the good grace to speed up his movements a bit. The hand went up and down, every now and then circling the tip or pressing on the sensitive underside. It was good. Perfect even, and Din felt his orgasm approaching steadily, the tension in his groin rising higher and higher, ready to snap. So of course, Luke had to ruin it.

Just before Din tipped over the edge, the hand stopped at the base of Dins dick, pressing down hard, successfully staving of his orgasm. Din cursed loudly and heaved for air.

“Fuck! What was that for?”

Luke shrugged, slowing the movements of his hips as well. “For last time, remember?”

“Not. My. Fault.”, Din grit out, glaring at Luke from under the helmet. He really couldn’t have fallen for any other Jedi, could he?

“Not mine either. Want me to go on?” Din nodded hastily, his dick throbbing painfully. When Luke didn’t do anything than crook his head to the side, he sighed.

“Please, Luke.” It seemed to do the trick, and the hand started moving again. Up and down, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. A single finger, detached from the hand, appeared and started toying at the slit, even going as far as to slip in the tiniest bit. Din found himself crashing towards the edge at lightening speed, but then everything was gone again. For a few horrible seconds he was tethering just on it, but instead of falling over into the bliss wating for him, he found himself being forcefully pulled back again. He chased after the touch that wasn’t there anymore, arching his back to the point his ass left the seat. Then, with a loud shout, he collapsed back into it, gasping for air.

“What,”, he managed to say after the static that filled his ears was gone again, “was that?”

Luke smiled sheepishly. “Whops. Got a little too close there, didn’t you? Don’t want the fun to end already, do you?”

“I take it back. You’re not a menace; you’re a fucking monster.” The little pinch his nipples got for his words was hardly noticed by Din, still too caught up in his denied release.

“Ouch, that’s harsh.”, Luke said, though he didn’t sound hurt in the slightest. He splayed his hand over Dins crotch, letting it hover over the armour without actually touching it. The effect was still immediate. The phantom hands were back, pulling and stroking his cock. Dins pants were a mess by that point, completely soaked and tightly clinging to his skin. It only made it all worse, since every shift of his hips had the damp fabric sliding over his oversensitive dick, adding to the sensations.

Luke started humping his tight again, gasping and moaning in a way that could’ve come straight out of a holo, but Din knew it was real. He liked it when Luke got loud during their time together, though he found it hard to appreciate right then when Luke was bringing him to that edge, only to stop right before he could come. Sweat run down Dins body and he was writhing in his seat, cursing Luke out in every language he could think of.

The next time Luke made another force-hand appear. It slid down even further than the other one and started caressing his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them around. Din hissed at the additional touch, thrusting up into the hand still enveloping his dick and found that he had more leeway with his hips.

“Oh fuck, Luke,”, he moaned, louder than he ever remembered being in his life, “it feels so good. Keep going, please, I’m so close.”

It turned out to be the wrong thing to say, because the moment he felt his groin tightening up again, Luke stopped again. Something dangerously close to a sob broke out of Din and his head tipped back, the helmet banging against the seat loudly.

“You’re so hot like this.”, Luke whispered and he leaned closer again, until their chests were flush with each other. Lukes hips still moved, and Din wished nothing more than being able to grab his waist and urge him on until he came and then to keep going until he would be crying, begging him to stop only to come again and again and-

The hands on his dick and balls tightened, gripping harder and harder.

“What unholy thoughts.”, Luke chastised, but even in his state Din didn’t miss the way his flush deepened or his hips gave a hard jerk. “It’s a pity you won’t let me see you. I’m dying to know what you look like right now. I could undress you completely, so you could watch what I’m doing to you. Though I don’t think there would be much to see. Still, it would be so hot, don’t you think?”

The first few words that left Dins mouth were garbled nonsense, before he finally brought his tongue back under control. “Do- Do it, then. You know- how to. Take me out, touch me for real.”

Luke laughed again and pressed a short kiss to the side of his helmet, before leaning back again. “And spoil all the fun we’re having right now? No way.”

“You- You’re having, you mean.”

“Pff, don’t tell me you’re not enjoying yourself right now. You love this.”

And fuck, he was right. Din did love it. Even more so when Luke started the touching up again. Each movement, each stroke and pull and pinch was deliberate, was exactly like Din loved it, and it brought him close to orgasm at an impossible pace.

“Oh, Luke, please don’t stop, I’m so close, please, please-“ Luke didn’t stop, at least not in time. Dins whole body tensed, his balls drawing up, and finally, finally, did the tension snap. He shouted, arching his back as his orgasm overtook him. The first wave rolled over him, stronger than he ever experienced before, and a powerful spurt of cum shot out of his dick, and then-

Nothing. He rode that first wave, his entire being waiting for more, but he was stuck. Nothing more came out of his dick, and nothing else happened. He was at the high of his pleasure, his entire body lit up with it, muscles close to snapping and his breath stuck in his lunge. Seconds, minutes, maybe hours went by, but his orgasm wouldn’t go on. Luke has stopped him, held him with the force in a vice-like grip, like he was chocking him except technically, his airways were free.

“Shh,”, Luke soothed him, slowly caressing his crotch-guard, “breathe, my love.”

In the end, the lack of oxygen won, and Din gasped loudly for air. His body was still taunt, refusing to relax, to go back before the edge and instead stayed mid-orgasm. The pleasure didn’t climb higher and higher anymore, having reached the peak already and went past it, but it didn’t go down either. It was heaven and hell simultaneously, pleasure and torture pushing and shoving for place inside of Din while trying to find a way out at the same time.

“Feels weird, I know.”, Luke whispered, as if he was telling him a dirty secret. “I tried it out on me first, had to make sure it’s safe and all that, though I only managed to hold out for a few seconds before letting go again. Doing it to another person is so much easier, though. I could do this all day, to be honest. How long can you do it? What do you think will break first, your mind or your balls?”

It was his mind, and it was almost immediately after Luke was finished talking.

“Luke,”, he shouted, his whole body trembling. His head jerked back and forth, loud bang filling the cockpit along his heaving breathing. “Luke please, let me come, just let me come!” He was close to hyperventilating now, not enough air reaching his lungs. “I’ll- I’ll do anything, please, just let me come-“ His mind was a mess, the first bit of panic about being denied any further slashing through the haze. He tried to think of something to offer Luke, anything that would make him release the hold on his release, but he wasn’t able to hold onto a thought for more than a heartbeat before it was gone again. So he resolved to mindless begging.

“Please, please, let me come, I’ll make it up to you, I swear, will make it so good for you, please. You can do whatever you want with me, just let me come.”

Finally, his words seemed to have some effect on Luke, and the Jedi took pity on him.

“Okay,” he said and Din heaved in relief, “come, my love.”

With that, the hold on him was gone. Din came immediately, almost like he never stopped except it felt so much better now. He was full on sobbing, his body convulsing with the pleasure that ripped through him. The hands were back on him, everywhere, urging him on and carrying him through his release. Teeth bit into his nipples, sucked marks on his neck, hands stroked over his chest and stomach, tugged on his dick and balls. It went on forever, wave after wave and every touch seemed to intensify the experience, dragging his high further out. Spurt after spurt of cum spilled into his underwear and Din wouldn’t be surprised when it would run down his legs once he stood, armour on or not.

Din felt like he was floating, like an out of body experience, and it took him a while to come back to himself. He slowly became aware of himself again. His dick had grown soft, resting in his own, slowly cooling semen. It felt beyond sensitive. Every shiver and tremble of his body had it moving just barely which caused to wet material of his trousers to rub over it, which caused him to shiver and tremble again, and so on and on.

Din was distantly aware that the bindings around his wrists were gone and at some point he had wrapped his arms around Luke, holding him as close to him as possible, almost crushing the smaller man in the process. Luke wasn’t deterred by the tight hold and was still sliding his hips over Dins tight, humping it while little moans escaped his mouth. After a few minutes of jerky movements, Luke tensed in his arms, before going lax with a satisfied sigh. Again, Din longed for their clothes to be gone. He wanted to feel the wetness spread on his leg, wanted to feel Luke’s cum warm and fresh on him and how his dick would twitch when releasing.

A deep relaxation had settled in Dins bones and his muscles felt like they were liquid, never to be used again. A sudden tiredness overtook him, and he sighed contently, only for it to turn into a whine when his dick gave another painful twitch.

He got close to falling asleep right there and then, but then Luke shifted carefully, and Din tightened his hold on him on instinct.

“Force, that was hot.”, Luke said and how he could sound so put together after such a mind-blowing experience was beyond Din. A deep grumble escaped him when Luke made to stand.

“Don’t.” he mumbled, and pulled Luke back down, so that the smaller man’s head was rested against his shoulder.

“Come on, we need to get clean. I have spunk drying in my pants, and so do you.”, Luke urged but made no further motion to disentangle himself from Din.

“Not my fault. Take the time to undress us next time.” He turned his head so that he was able so look Luke in the eyes. “I want to feel you properly.”

Luke blushed, suddenly looking shy. A part of Din – the one that had been tied to a chair and tortured by him for the last hour or so while not being able to touch him – wanted to fuck the shyness right out of him. It was offending, how a single man could have so many sides to him.

“Then let’s shower and go to bed. We can cuddle.”

After some more grumbled, unintelligible complains about having to move, Din let himself be persuaded and they dragged themselves to the fresher. Luke undressed in front of him without shame and the sight of how his soiled pants clung to his skin made his dick gave another aborted throb. Then, Luke turned and helped a still puddly Din get out of his armour, save for the helmet, and tugged him into the tiny cubicle. With careful and way too tender hands, he scrubbed him down, thoughtful enough to not touch his poor dick beyond what was necessary. Then he cleaned himself under Dins watchful eyes, before stepping out to dry and wait for Din to finish. Once he was sure Luke was gone, he took of the helmet and washed his sweat-soaked hair. His helmet got a rudimentary scrub down from the inside before he put it back on. Once out of the fresher, he saw Luke already laying down on the sleeping cot, and since he was still butt naked, Din didn’t bother putting on anything else as well.

He laid down next to Luke, giving Luke’s inviting butt a hard enough slap to make him gasp and shoot him a glare that almost made Din do it again. He refrained, though, and instead pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. After some shuffling, they were complete entangled in each other, having as much skin-to-skin contact as physically possible. A blanket was settled over the two of them via the force and Din was about to give in to the sleep pulling his eyelids down, when Luke spoke up again. It was barely audible from where his face was pressed into Dins chest.

“That was fun.”, he murmured sleepily. “Did you like it?”

Din pondered the question for a second, but when he tried to come up with something about the previous hours he hadn’t enjoyed, he came up empty.

“Yes,”, he said truthfully, “I liked it. A lot.”

“Hm. Good. I kept attention to the force, in case it got too much for you, but I was still afraid I read you wrong.”

“You didn’t.”, Din assured him. “It was perfect.”

“Good, good.” A few seconds passed, then Luke grinned up at him. “You should beg more often. It’s hot.”

This time Din didn’t hold back and slapped Luke again. The younger man gasped and the force of it made him rock against Dins hip. They both hissed at the contact and then chuckled.

“No more for tonight.”, Din said, and Luke settled back down, nodding in agreement. Din went to give Luke a kiss on the crown of his hair, before remembering the helmet. In other circumstances they would make out now, sloppily and without hurry. Just for the sake for it.

For a blinding moment, the urge to pull the helmet of and show himself to Luke became almost unbearable. He wanted his lover to see him, to be able to press his lips to Luke’s skin, without having to bind his eyes first. He wanted to greet him with a kiss, and to say his goodbyes with one.

Din took those urges and wants and squashed them down as hard as he could. Din was a Mandalorian, and while Luke already had his heart, they weren’t wedded to one another. The words to ask for his hand were right there, on the tip of his tongue. It would be so easy. No one even had to know. Maybe Ahsoka or Bo Katan could be their witnesses. Din would even give up some of his armour to make Luke a wedding gift, a ring or whatever was the custom for Jedi. Maybe a part for his lightsabre?

But no, Luke was a Jedi and as such had rules to live by. He would never.

So what left Dins mouth wasn’t a proposal, but a simple:

“Good night, Luke.”