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The hunt lasts three days.
At least this time, Din is making an effort to check in with you regularly. He calls you once in the mornings and once in the evenings. Each call is brief but enough to reassure you.
On the third evening on Saffalore, you are up in the cockpit with the foundling. He's in his pram, floating above the unlit control console, as the two of you watch the sun setting over the treetops. You've done this both previous evenings and you still smile at the fascinated coos and chirps the kid gives at the light dancing through the colorful leaves.
Just before the last rays disappear, you hear the boarding ramp below give a thunk and a creaking groan as it begins to open. A bright grin lights up your face as you perk up, listening.
Sure enough, about a minute later, as soon as the ramp stops complaining after being closed again, you can hear the unmistakable sound of two male voices. The first is attempting to negotiate for all its worth. Offering everything he can think of for his freedom. The other simply says "No" after every other sentence or so.
A faint snort of amusement escapes you. They always try to negotiate with him.
Glancing over at the kid, you smile to find he's passed out in his pram. Watching the sunset has seemed to have that effect on him.
Uncurling from your position on the pilot’s seat, you tuck the blankets in around the toddler. You pause for a moment then, brows furrowed in confusion, as a sweet scent reaches you.
"What is that?" you murmur.
Leaning down, you sniff at the kid's head. You've always loved the smell of small children after a bath, which you'd given him right before coming up here. But no, the scent isn't coming from him. You didn't really think it was, since you know the soap you use for him doesn't match it, but you still check.
Closing the pram, you step over to the cockpit exit.
The scent is a little stronger here. Maybe it's something in the air from outside that came in when Din opened the ramp?
You climb down the ladder quietly, trying not to draw attention to yourself. That sweet scent definitely gets stronger as you descend into the hold, like some kind of honeyed candy with a floral hint to it.
You pause at the base of the ladder, still on the bottom rung.
Din is standing in front of a carbonite freezer frame and the quarry is reluctantly standing inside of it, with Din's un-holstered blaster keeping him there.
The humanoid, alien male is looking at the bounty hunter in annoyance, broad shoulders rolled back as if he's determined to maintain as much dignity as possible despite the situation he is in, and despite his continual failure to negotiate.
He's a little taller than Din with a slightly slimmer build. His skin is a deep red, almost crimson, except a series of pale yellow dots. Two lines of them take the place of eyebrows. They start off small, near the bridge of his nose, and gradually increase in size as they go outward on either side of his face, until they disappear beneath his long, jet black hair. Two more lines of those dots flow down the sides of his neck and disappear beneath the collar of his pale gray flight suit. He has strong facial features, handsome even, and his eyes are a startling shade of gold when they turn towards you.
That's when the alien stops trying to negotiate and starts laughing. It's a deep, gravelly sound.
And it's very unsettling. The last time a quarry laughed Din had ended up in a coma. It sends a shard of fear through you.
Din pauses, following the alien's gaze to you and then snapping his eyes back to the prisoner.
The quarry looks at him and grins. "You're welcome," he says, cheerfully. "I hope you'll reconsider my freedom, maybe come morning."
There's a pause before Din just says "No" again and presses the last couple of buttons to activate the freezer.
As the mist settles, Din steps away from the frames and over towards you. You haven't moved from the spot where you stopped upon seeing them.
His helmet cants at you. "Everything alright?"
You swallow hard against a sudden dryness in your throat, your jaw clenched almost painfully. There's a heat in the air now, prickling over your skin, and you resist the urge to tug at your collar as you slowly step down from the ladder. Inhaling deeply, you clear your throat as that sickly sweet smell invades your senses again.
"I… I'm not sure" you say, your voice strained.
The angle of his head's tilt sharpens. "Why?" He watches as your eyes dart around, not meeting his, and he takes a step closer. "Sweetling?"
You step back.
You're not sure why. In fact, every nerve end in you is demanding you move closer. But that urge hits so hard and suddenly, in a way that's unfamiliar, that your first instinct is to pull back from it. To consider it.
What the hell is going on?
Din stops in surprise at your withdrawal, his head jerking like you'd smacked him in the forehead.
You finally look up at him as you wrap your arms around yourself and chew at your lip. "I don't know," you admit, licking your lips. "Something is off. It's really warm in here and… what's that smell?" After the briefest pause, you laugh thinly and roll your eyes at yourself. "Right. You probably can't smell it with the filters."
Pulling off his gloves, Din slowly reaches out to you. When you don't pull away this time, he lets his palm rest against your cheek. "You're flushed," he says, concern in his voice. "Maybe you caught something on Navarro."
Inhaling deeply again, you press your cheek into his hand without realizing it and take in that leather and spice scent you love. It mingles with the sweet floral smell in the air and a wave of heat washes through you, settling low in your belly.
You blink in surprise at yourself, and look up at him with your brows pinching.
Then, you look past his shoulder to the carbonite frames tucked into the corner of the hold. Something nudges at the back of your mind.
“Din… what is he?”
Din’s head slants to the other side in surprise at the shift in topic. He glances over his shoulder at the quarry. “He’s a Tennori…” Stopping short, his helmet drops down as he heaves a sigh. “He’s a Tennorian.” Looking back up at you, he laughs thinly. “I’m sorry, Sweetling… when I grabbed the puck I knew it wouldn’t have an effect on me. I didn’t think of it effecting you.”
By the time he finishes, you’re giggling at his embarrassment. You feel better already. Not because the situation has actually changed, but because at least now you know what’s going on.
Tennorian’s have strong pheromones. Very strong. And they tend to set them off in two situations: when seeking a mate and when stressed. The first is voluntary. The second is not. And, typically, it only affects those who are attracted to the Tennorian’s gender. So, of course the quarry wouldn’t have effected Din, even though Din hunting him was what had caused the stress reaction.
You, on the other hand, are very effected.
A soft snort escapes you as you look up at Din and let a playful smirk tug at your lips. “You know… if you wanted to get laid, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to bring home a walking aphrodisiac.”
He's so still at first that you're not sure if your joke landed like you hoped, but then you notice the slight shake of his shoulders. He shakes his head ruefully and you grin up at him.
"Son of a bitch told me 'you're welcome'," he says as the laughter finally escapes the helmet.
You pause for a moment and then snicker again, glancing at the frozen quarry. "Cheeky bastard."
Chuffing, Din glanced back at the Tennorian too. But then he pauses, going still for a moment with an uncomfortable set coming to his shoulders.
Your laughter fades and you nibble your lip, arching an eyebrow at him. "What is it?"
He hesitates before looking back at you. "Maybe… I should leave, Sweetling."
Both of your eyebrows shoot upward at that. "Wh…what?" you choke out.
Din gives a half-sigh, half-laugh and his shoulders lift in a slight shrug as he rubs at the side of his neck and kicks out a foot.
"It's not that I want to, Cyar’ika. But, just a week ago I…" He pauses to consider his next words as he leans back against the bulkhead next to the ladder. "I corrected you… over the issue of consent." His booted feet shift uncomfortably. "And now–if the stories about the effect of Tennorians are true–you may not be able to give it."
Brows pinching together, you swallow hard against the dryness in your mouth. You know you're staring at him, a little wide eyed, but you can't help it. Is he seriously considering leaving? Now?
Before you can respond, he clears his throat and adds, "You choosing to give up control to me, Sweetling, is one thing. Losing it… is entirely different."
Your eyes search that unreadable helmet for a few moments before you smile softly and step closer to him.
Maker, his consideration never ceases to surprise you.
When you reach for his hands, Din doesn't resist but he also doesn't pull you closer. You have to close the last of the distance to him, leaning in close. He's tense and you can feel it even with your body barely touching his; despite how the heat spreading across your skin is practically begging you to press in even closer, especially against the cold of his beskar armor.
Once close, you let your forehead lightly rest against his helmet, and he moves just enough so it's at the top of the faceplate, rather than down by his nose. That soft smile still pulls up at the corners of your lips as you gaze into the dark visor and do your best to look reassuring.
"Din… if I do lose control…" you say gently, "there isn't anyone, in the galaxy, that I could possibly feel safer doing that with… than you." Hearing his breath catch, you nibble at your lip. Then, you let go of his hands and reach up to slip yours around to the back of his neck, leaning in just a touch closer.
"I trust you, Din," you whisper, your tummy tightening a little when his hands finally move to rest on your hips. Another smile tugs at your mouth. "And if you think I wasn't already considering ways to get you into bed when you got back, you're a fool." Your nose crinkles up a little with your smile. "Do I seem capable of consent right now?"
A faint huff of a laugh passes through the helmet. "Yes," he answers.
Your smile brightens a bit and you whisper, "Then I’m giving my consent now… while I’m still completely in my right mind," you state firmly, tilting your chin up to place a soft kiss against the bottom of his visor.
Din chuckles and you can feel him give in and relax a little. But then his laughter fades and his voice is serious again. “I’m going to keep checking in with you, Sweetling, like we’ve discussed.” He takes a deep breath. “You remember?”
Licking your lips, you nod.
Din had brought up additional color safewords a while ago, and ‘check-ins’ if things ever got too intense between you. Neither had really come up yet, though. You never were sure if he had something in mind the night he broached the subject, or if it was just a precautionary discussion.
Now, you’re guessing it was precautionary.
Nodding slightly, Din’s fingers squeeze your hips slightly. “Good. If you can’t answer me at any point… I will stop.”
With another smile, you nod again, as electricity laces across your body from the pressure of his hands. Your chin tilts up again and you press a light kiss against the cheek ridge of his helmet.
“I know. That’s why I know I can trust you,” you purr softly.
Then you lean into his body more and this time he responds, letting his hands slip from your hips and around your waist. Pressing in close, you smirk softly as your head drops to nuzzle your face into his cowl at the curve of his neck and you take a deep breath.
And then you gasp and cough, tugging back from him sharply.
Din lets you loose with a sharp cant of his head. “Sweetling?”
You cough again and then burst into a laugh, grabbing at his shoulder pauldron and pulling him away from the wall. He lets you.
“Sweetling, what in the-”
He stops short as you urge him to turn. You’re pointing at the fresher with your other hand.
“My consent is now limited to after you take a shower. Three days of hunting in the forest isn’t the best cologne.”
The beskar helmet turns to you abruptly over his shoulder and the tilt of his head is incredulous.
You giggle, wiggling a finger at the fresher door. “I may be starting to feel the effects of those pheromones, but even they can’t cover this up. I will deal with a delay...”
Din leans a little closer to you and you catch your breath, holding it. You can hear his chuckle, a moment before he gives a low growl that sends a spear of heat down into your core.
Of course, it also makes you inhale sharply and then cough again, pouting up at him.
“Fine,” he says, and you can hear his grin. “If you think you can wait.”
—
Din finishes toweling off in the fresher and debates on taking the time to shave. There are thin patches of hair along his jawline that could stand to go. But then, as he rubs his hand over his jaw, he glances at the closed door and chuckles softly.
He has probably kept you waiting long enough, having enjoyed the shower you insisted he take for a little longer than was strictly necessary.
Wrapping the towel securely around his waist, he picks up his helmet from the corner of the fresher, slips it back on, and slides the door open.
He freezes over the threshold of the fresher, his mouth going dry and his breath hitching.
Apparently he had taken a little too long for you to wait patiently.
You are stretched out on top of the supply crates, feet near the boarding ramp and head towards the cockpit ladder. You've stripped down to only your bralette and panties; your soft skin is covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. One hand is above your head, white-knuckled and gripping the edge of the crate. Your other hand is between your closed thighs.
A low groan comes up from Din’s chest at the sight of you: flushed and breathless. Beautiful.
You don’t hear him, too lost in the relief you are trying to find from the fevered desire brought on by the alien’s pheromones.
Any thoughts he might have had, about further teasing you, disappear.
Din takes a few steps to reach the side of the crates, to stand beside you. As soon as he can see your face past your raised arm and the disarray of your hair, he grins.
You're already wearing the blindfold for him.
—
The hiss of Din's helmet disengaging above you does startle you a little, then you can hear him set it on the ground next to the crates. Your whole body stills, except the rapid rise and fall of your breasts.
He doesn't say anything before his lips are claiming yours, tongue dipping into the warmth of your mouth.
Your hand slips out from between your thighs and the other releases the crate’s edge. Lifting both, you bury your fingers into the damp locks of his hair and you moan into the kiss as you eagerly return it, your tongue dancing to meet his.
His big hands glide over the curves of your body and the next thing you know he’s pulling you up to sit, all the while holding you in that passionate kiss. Strong fingers press into the soft flesh of your hips as he tugs you right to the edge of the crate. Then his hands glide down your thighs to catch behind your knees, urging your thighs open so he can stand between them.
Not that it takes much urging.
You whimper against his mouth as your hips scootch forward on the edge; your balance on it would be precarious, at best, if not for him standing there. For the first time that you can ever think of, his skin actually feels cool against yours and you lean into that sensation eagerly.
Din breaks the kiss, groaning as you rock against him. His head tilts to the side and his breath dances across your ear as he grinds out lowly, "Color?"
It takes you a moment for that one word question to click before you gasp out, "Green," in a mewl.
You think he murmurs something grateful sounding and it makes you giggle as your hands slip out of his hair and you grip at his shoulders. But then the laugh catches in your throat when you feel the press of his fingers at the apex of your thighs, over your clothed crotch.
Din's other hand lifts to dig into your hair, gripping and giving a tug to tilt your head back. Your gasp at the sting melts into a moan as his mouth finds the soft flesh under your jaw, nipping and licking at it. All the while, his other hand moves between your thighs, held open by his hips, and his fingertips trace over your pussy through the material, slick with your arousal.
A high pitched whine tumbles past your lips as your back arches from the pull on your hair and your hips press forward to push into his touch. Your nails scratch across his shoulders, leaving angry red lines on his skin.
Releasing your hair, Din pulls your body closer by wrapping his arm around your waist, as he bites and sucks at the spot below the hinge of your jaw. Your gasps spur him on while the pads of his fingers find the swell of your clit, pressing firmly through your panties. He circles the nub, teasing it until you are writhing within his hold on you.
“P-please, Din,” you mewl sweetly, your hips rocking. Your hands slip from his shoulders as you plead, palms searing down his chest and abdomen. When your fingers find the edge of the towel still wrapped around his waist you whimper softly, then turn your head to purr against his ear.
“I need you… please.”
Din groans low in his chest as you palm the bulge of his erection through the coarse cloth of the towel. He presses into your hand as his own traces a firm line over the covered slit of your heated core, pulling another sweet whimper out of you.
As his mouth claims yours in another kiss, he pulls back from your thighs just enough to tug the towel free and let it drop to the deck. Your panties follow the towel a moment later. Then he’s standing between your legs again, one arm wrapped around your waist as his other hand notches the tip of his cock against your entrance.
Breaking the kiss, he demands softly, "S-say it again."
You moan out his name before your lip catches between your teeth for a moment. "I need you…"
With a stuttered groan, Din presses forward, sliding into your wet tunnel as his arm joins the other wrapped around you, hands splaying across the lines of your back.
The soft cry that escapes you echoes off the metal walls. Your hands find purchase on his flanks as your head drops back, eyes closed in ecstasy behind the blindfold as he stretches and fills you. Your legs lift to curl around his narrow waist, opening your body up to him even more and drawing groans from you both as he sinks deeper into you.
Then, when he moves inside you with smooth and steady thrusts, your body is wound up so tauntly that you burst within moments, driven over the edge of an unexpected orgasm after only a few hard strokes. Your fingers dig into his flesh as you keen, trembles racing through you.
Din grunts as he pumps into you through the surprising climax, his face burying into the valley between your breasts as you arch back. “Uunngghh… fuck, Sweetling,” he growls against your skin. “You get s-so kriffing tight… when you cum.”
You gasp for air as your pussy quivers around him and a whimper passes your parted lips.
After a couple more strokes into you, Din sheaths his dick deep within you and stills. He lifts his head, looking down at your flushed face. One arm slips free from behind you and he lifts a hand to brush sweat dampened locks from your forehead.
He kisses you briefly, licking into your mouth and drawing another whimper out of you. His mouth barely pulls back from yours then as he murmurs another check-in against your lips. “Still… still with me, Cyar’ika ?”
You hum happily, tilting your chin up to playfully nip at his lower lip. “Yes,” you say. Then, before he can ask, you purr out a soft, “Green. Very green.”
A deep chuckled rumbles up from his chest and the sound of it sends a fresh wave of heat racing across your skin and down into your core. You moan softly, the muscles of your calves tightening to press your heels into the back of his thighs as your hips rock forward.
It’s as if the edge of your need was barely taken off by the orgasm, and now it rushes through your veins again like a white hot flame.
Din grunts as you clench down on him, the walls of your cunt shuddering with your need. With stuttered breaths he watches your half hidden face for a moment.
Then, with arms slipping behind you again, and big hands grasping the curves of your ass, Din lifts you off the crate and carries you over to the bedroll. He doesn’t pull out of you as he moves, carefully lowering you both down until he is on his back with you held against his chest, your thighs splayed over his hips.
Catching your breath, you sit up slightly, and whimper at the shift of sensation that causes with his cock still buried inside you. Then, you tilt your head down at him curiously. You can feel his eyes on you, raking over you hungrily as his cock pulses inside you.
“Use me, sweet girl,” he growls out in answer to your unspoken curiosity, his hips flexing beneath yours to press into you just a little deeper as his hands glide over your body. “Take… what you need.”
Your breath hitches again at that, and your teeth catch your lip.
Palms bracing against his chest then, you lift up on him slowly, only a couple of inches, and then sink back down. You repeat the motion, drawing off of his shaft a little further before pushing back down. And again. Again.
Soon you’re setting a fast rhythm, rocking your hips into his as moans from you both fill the space of the hold.
His strong hands grip your hips as you ride him, fingers pressed into soft flesh, as his hips lift to meet yours. But he doesn’t take control as he holds onto you, seeming content to let you set the pace.
As he throbs sinfully within you with each downward stroke of your pussy, your body thrums with your need for him. Your head drops back again as you fuck yourself onto his cock and reach down your body to rub two fingers against your clit in firm little circles, trembling as heat and pleasure build almost painfully in your core again.
Din watches as you touch yourself and move above him, with ragged grunts as he bucks up to meet your demanding strokes. He marvels at the beautiful image you make, with flushed skin shimmering from fevered desire and exertion, lips parted as you pant for breath.
Biting hard on your lip, you whimper as the coil of need builds low in your belly as you continue to move on him. But this time, the relief of climax seems to elude you, even as you quicken the rocking of your hips and the stroke of your fingers.
It’s not enough. Maker, why isn’t it enough?
Gasping with your need, you lean down against Din’s chest, your arm caught between your bodies as you continue to stroke yourself. Your other hand slips up into his hair as you seek his mouth for a heated kiss.
Din can feel how tense you are, not only in the way your pussy chokes down on his shaft but in every muscle of your body as you press close. After a few moments of your starving kiss, he breaks it to groan against your lips.
“Wh-what do you need, Sweetling?”
Your whimper is acute. “I… I don’t know. More…”
A faint chuckle escapes him as he briefly kisses you again and flexes his hips to meet your rolling ones. “You’ve got… fuck… got all of me, Sweetling…”
“I-I know,” you breath out, frustration in your voice. “Maker, Din…” you whine.
He stills beneath you for a moment and then his voice rumbles up again, thoughtful and hesitant. “Do you trust me, Sweetling?”
Your breath hitches at that tone but you nod eagerly. “Yes…”
There’s a brief pause before his hands release your hips. “Okay… let’s try something.” You feel the tip of his finger tap your lips. “Open.”
Obediently, your lips part and his finger slips past your lip.
“Get it… good and wet, sweet girl,” he groans out.
Your lips wrap around the digit and you suck firmly as your tongue swirls around it. All the while you keep moving your hips, desperately seeking the friction of his cock sliding in and out of your quivering cunt.
“Oh… good girl,” he rasps as he pulls his hand back a few moments later.
You shiver at the praise.
Then Din reaches down with both hands to grasp your hips, pumping up into you a couple of times and drawing clipped moans out of you. His hands curl around your hips, kneading at the soft swells of your ass cheeks before carefully pulling them a bit apart. The tip of that saliva slicked finger finds the puckered entrance to your ass then and gently traces around it.
You go still, a strangled sound slipping out of you.
Din stills again too, with the tiniest bit of pressure applied by that single digit. He watches you carefully and places a soft kiss against your lips.
“Color?” he asks softly.
You bite your lip again in consideration.
This is new. This all feels new. Not just because of the pheromones either. It’s the control he’s sharing with you, the restraint he’s showing in letting you take the lead.
And now this.
That coil of needs flares up in you again and you whimper. You need something more. Maybe this is it.
And if not… well, you know you can trust him.
When your contemplations take several moments, Din starts to release you. Your breath catches at the realization and you press back against his hands.
“Green,” you whisper breathlessly.
He pauses again, his own voice strained. “You’re sure?”
You nod, whimpering as your hips rock a little to stroke your pussy over his shaft again. “Yes,” you say, “green.”
Din nods and kisses you again as he gently applies pressure with that finger. You whimper into his mouth and relax at his soft urging. Once you do, the tight ring of muscle relents and lets his finger slip into you just to the first knuckle.
A sharp gasp at the unfamiliar penetration tears from your throat and your head drops against his shoulder. Your body tenses again and Din grunts as you tighten on his cock and his finger. He murmurs soothingly into your ear and when you relax a little again, he presses that finger just a bit deeper.
The soft squeal that escapes you makes his cock jump inside you and a tremble races through your body.
After stilling for several moments, Din’s voice rumbles again. “Move… when you’re ready to, Sweetling. I’ll move with you.”
It takes you a few moments to relax enough to move, adjusting to the new sensations. When you finally do move again, rocking your hips experimentally, his hand stays firmly on your ass, so that finger doesn’t move within you. He keeps it there, giving you a growing, delightful feeling of fullness as his cock strokes your inner walls.
Before long you’ve found your rhythm again, pushing back onto his shaft and mewling wantonly as he fills you up repeatedly. Your breath quickens as your fingers begin moving over your clit again and you gasp, that teasing orgasm looming up again.
Din can feel you tensing around his cock and finger again, your pleasure building. He begins to thrust his hips to meet yours once more, careful to keep his grip on your ass steady, even as his own climax begins to build.
Moaning loudly, you clench down on him, seeking that breaking swell of pleasure. Sweat glistens across your skin as you fuck down on him, mewling.
Din can feel how close you are.
“Trust me?” he breathes out again.
“Yes!” you gasp.
He flexes his finger within your ass as he grinds his hips up against yours.
A keen rips out of you as the dam of your orgasm finally bursts; your body arching sharply above his as you cunt clamps down on his dick with waves of blissful release washing over and through you. You scream his name as you cum, drenching his grinding cock with your pleasure and squeezing on the finger that still penetrates you.
Din continues to thrust as you cum around him, pumping up into you as you go unbelievably tight around him. Until he finally roars out his own pleasure, spilling into you with a few final jagged jerks of his hips.
Then the two of you sink into the bedroll together, wrapped up in one another and gasping for breath.
You’re not sure how much time passes before you feel him gently pull his finger out of you and then his cock. You whimper faintly at the loss of him but you don’t move, too spent to even turn a playful pout up at him.
With careful movements, Din rolls you onto the bedroll on your side. He whispers into your ear that he’ll be right back.
A moment later you hear the water running in the fresher. When it shuts off, another few breaths pass before you feel him settle next to you again and your breath catches as he gently begins to clean you up with a soft, damp cloth.
Tossing the cloth away then, Din gathers you up into his arms as he relaxes into the bedroll again. His lips press against your temple in a tender kiss and his hands splay across your back as you snuggle into his side, our cheek resting on his chest.
“Color?” he whispers again, against your skin.
Your nose crinkles up slightly as you giggle and whisper back, “Green,” before tilting our chin up to catch him with a kiss.