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FettSolo Week Day 6: Life or Death (WIP)

Rating: Explicit/NC-17 Pairing: Boba Fett/Han Solo Characters: Boba Fett, Han Solo, Jabba, various OC employees and slaves of Jabba's palace Tags: A/B/O, omega Boba, alpha Han, dubcon, induced heat, fuck-or-die, AU Content Notes: WIP, Mentions of past sexual assault, omegaverse (including past bitching, which is where an alpha is turned into an omega by getting fucked repeatedly by other alphas (which in this case is the past SA)), doubious consent inherant in fuck-or-die, normalized slavery Summary: Boba is on a contract playing bodyguard to Jabba the Hutt when he's drugged with a nasty heat-inducer. Boba can't afford to break a Hutt contract, and it's slim pickings for alphas Boba would ever be willing to sleep with in Jabba's palace -- you know you're scraping the bottom of the barrel when Han Solo is the best of any bunch. Set about 8 years before ANH, when Boba and Han are both around 25. Author's Notes: This was supposed to be a fun little short fic I could crank out for @fettsolo-week, but then idk, plot and details abounded, it's 18k and I probably need another 10k to actually finish it (also I have a fucked up definition of "fun", but that's neither here nor there). So here's the first 11.2k that's sort of almost ready to post, please excuse any typos, choppy sentences, and pacing weirdness as this is almost pure first draft. Also sorry that this is not only omegaverse but, like, advanced omegaverse, lmao.

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Chapter 1:

Boba woke up with a low-grade headache that refused to respond to eating, drinking, and minor painkillers. He'd been hired to play eye candy for the rest of the week while Jabba was courting new investors, so he couldn't hole up in bed and sleep it off, either. He sighed and pulled on his armor, bracing himself for a more annoying day than usual.

The headache was still there the next morning, after a full night of sleep. Boba rubbed around his throbbing eye sockets and wondered if he'd been poisoned somehow. He didn't think anyone currently on Tatooine had a reason to poison him. There weren't any especially high bounties out on him at the moment, he had at least a neutral history with everyone else Jabba had invited for the festivities, Jabba himself supposedly needed Boba to show off the strength of Jabba's syndicate to the rich visitors (and to save his hide if any of those visitors decided they wanted to take out the competition instead, however unlikely that might be), and Boba was friendly with all of the cooks and serving girls on purpose. He took another painkiller, just in case it might work that time, and went out to face the rest of the palace.

The headache got progressively worse throughout that day, until Boba was toying with the idea of taking one of his more serious painkillers. The mental fuzziness and hit to his reaction time might be worth it when the alternative was putting his visor on one of its darkest settings to make even the dim lights of Jabba's lair tolerable. Not to mention how the constant, throbbing pain was wearing on him.

At the dinner, while Boba was looming in the corner watching everyone else eat, he started having feverish chills. By the time everyone had returned to the throne room for a night of carousing Boba was coated in a clammy cold sweat. He had to turn down his audials because each shriek and laugh felt like it was drilling straight through his skull, his legs were aching, and he just wanted to take the Slave 1 out to empty space somewhere so he could curl up in his bunk to be miserable in peace.

He focused on keeping his breathing even and not giving into the urge to shiver. It would only be a few more hours before Jabba went off to bed, and Boba could go out to the rudimentary med droid he had on the Slave 1 and ask it if he needed urgent medical attention or not. If he didn't maybe Jayney would still be up in the kitchen and would have some of her dumpling soup left over.

After another hour of feeling steadily more miserable, Jabba turned a gleaming eye towards Boba.

<"My boy,> he murmured, or as close to murmuring as he could get, <How are you feeling?>

Alarm bells started clanging in Boba's head; maybe he'd over-estimated his usefulness to Jabba in this scenario. "I'm fine, your excellence," Boba said carefully in Huttese to at least slightly limit eavesdroppers. "Why do you ask?"

Boba's stomach squeezed into a ball of ice. "I'm not susceptible to such things," Boba said, trying to sound careless. He was still legally registered as an alpha, since the prison hadn't want to admit what had happened to him on their watch, so there was no reason Jabba or anyone else should doubt that.

Jabba licked his mouth. <If you say so, my boy. We Hutts don't suffer from these trivial illnesses, either.>

Boba inclined his head and bared his teeth in the privacy of his helmet. Humans in general didn't catch the contagious heat fevers some species, especially Twi'leks, were susceptible to, but that virus was a main ingredient in some of the more nasty heat-inducing drugs that did work on human omegas.

Boba had only actually been in heat twice in his life, that first horrible time in prison before the guards realized what had happened to him and got him on suppressants, and the second time when he'd been alone and stupidly ran out of his supply while the Slave 1's hyperdrive had been damaged and he'd been in a system that had outlawed suppressants. He could hardly even remember the symptoms to compare to what was happening to him right then.

He waited out the next few hours, Jabba's greedy eyes constantly on him. Boba kept his shoulders very precisely straight and relaxed, his feet planted and his core pulled tight against the shivers that wanted to race through him.

Finally, Jabba called it a night, saying his grandiose goodbyes to the investors that were still awake before slithering back into the depths of the palace where his wet room was. Boba walked him to the door and then made his escape down to the hangar. He sealed the Slave 1's hatch before he pulled his helmet off, groaning and asking for the lights to reduce brightness.

He pulled out the med droid and collapsed down to sit on the hold floor in front of it while it booted up. It gave him a quick scan, then asked for a blood sample. Boba pulled off a glove to let it prick his finger and it spent a few minutes processing. Boba probably should have invested in a better model by then, but he didn't actually have much cause to use a med droid, in the course of his normal life. He preferred to go to a med clinic if he was injured more seriously than a few bacta patches could handle.

The droid finally lit up green with a conclusion and said, "You have been dosed with a very strong heat inducer." It put up a display giving the name of the specific drug, which Boba unfortunately recognized as one of the worst out there. "It has overpowered your suppressants, and you are nearly in full estrus. Treatment options at this stage are sedation under observation until the symptoms pass naturally, or frequent copulation with an alpha to ease the symptoms until they pass. Whichever treatment option you choose, please make sure to drink plenty of fluids and keep up your electrolytes."

Boba buried his face in his hands for a few minutes, thinking through his options. He couldn't leave, because for one thing that would be breaking a contract with a Hutt, which would only lead to having bounties posted on him across the galaxy for the rest of his likely-short life. And for another, that would just let Jabba know that the drugging had worked and that Boba was an omega despite what his documents said. Boba wasn't sure what the point of sending him into heat right then was -- maybe he was supposed to be some kind of party favor for Jabba's guests?

Boba rubbed at his aching temples.

"Is sedation really the only option?" he asked the droid. "There's really no other way to relieve the symptoms?"

"If you have access to alpha hormones, some omegas find this can reduce the immediacy of the symptoms for natural heats when applied topically and internally in regular intervals. But the effect is lessened on induced heats, and research is limited on altered alphas." The droid projected a series of charts showing how effective that course of treatment was. Even for born omegas in natural heats, they were only 39% effective, and the numbers quickly got much more dismal throwing in bitched alphas and induced heats.

"Taking anti-virals and/or cold medicine can help reduce symptoms for a day or two, but they will wear off quickly. I believe you are already past the point where they could be helpful."

Boba tried to pull up a holoscreen and do some searches of his own to corroborate the droid, but he couldn't bear to look at the screen lights for longer than a handful of seconds. The Slave 1 had apparently been listening in, and she projected a display of her own showing holonet searches of medical boards and omega support forums backing up the med droid's claims.

Boba closed his watering eyes and asked her to read him her results until it all got too depressing and he stopped her.

So, Boba would need to find an alpha who wouldn't immediately blab to the entire galaxy that not only had they banged Boba, they'd fucked him through a heat and he was omega. Someone currently in Jabba's palace, no less. Boba's eyes stung with more emotional tears, and he scrubbed at them angrily before getting up and hobbling on fever-achy joints to the galley to jam a stimpack into his thigh, followed up by a mid-grade pain reliever/fever reducer combo. Not exactly a recommended pairing of injections, but once wouldn't kill him. While we waited for that to take effect, he refilled the water reserves in his suit and sucked down an electrolyte pack and a tall glass of water.

He rolled his neck out and went back into the hold to pull his helmet and abandoned glove back on. He made sure his seals were fully engaged, the started the air circulators running to make sure no trace of his heat scent would get out of the ship when he left. He collapsed into one of the hold jumpseats while he let the circulators run. He started going through his mental catalog of alphas he'd seen so far in the palace this week. It was a grim list; he'd just have to accept that the secret of his dynamic would get out after this. He couldn't afford to have a Hutt bounty chasing him, especially when any non-underworld employer would ping his genetics as clone as soon as they ran them and ship him off to the empire as a deserter.

It was amazing that he'd made it as many years as he had without letting anyone get a good scent of him, really. He'd just have to start testing all his food for heat inducers. And arrange a suitably bloody and public death for the alpha when they inevitably told.

Boba forced himself back to his feet when the air filters gave him the all clear that they'd scrubbed all traces of his scent out of the air. He moved through a few quick katas, trying to stretch the ache out of his body and center himself; it didn't work too well on either front. He double-checked all of his seals again, touched every weapon he had on, then went up to his weapon storage to lock up his jetpack. The bulk of the jetpack and the distinctive profile of the nosecone was not going to help him with trying to discretely hook up with someone. That done, he headed back to the throne room where the party was still going strong.

There were plenty of alphas around, but most of them Boba wouldn't want to touch with a ten foot pole. He walked slowly through the rabble that was splayed out across the throne room, the bar, and the gambling tables, searching for anyone he didn't already hate and that he could maybe delude himself into trusting for the span of a few nights. And who wouldn't be stupid enough to blab about the situation while they were still on the same planet as Boba.

It was slim pickings, like he'd thought. He disabled his incoming helmet filters so he wouldn't accidentally pick someone who's smell he couldn't stand, but that just made things even more bleak -- Boba had always been picky when it came to alpha scents. He was more naturally inclined towards betas and omegas. Not to mention the riot of smells in the palace this late at night, a mix of food and sweat and body odor and personal scent and spilled drinks and vague whiffs of puke and piss.

It was enough to make him feel vaguely queasy at the best of times, let alone when he was feeling like he'd been trampled by a heard of bantha and left out to dry in the sun all afternoon after.

Boba grit his teeth and abused his 360 helmet cams to look around the palace while he kept his head straight forward.

Laima Sikkani, a competent bounty hunter, was ensconced in a corner of the throne room, but she was a Twi'lek, no use for a heat. Gregon, an occasional palace guard who was decent company, was at the bar, but he was an Aqualish, equally useless. Melrir and Yarina came to circle Boba and see if he wanted any company for the night, but again neither of them were species with dynamic genders, and none of the working girls at the palace who were were alphas. Boba had to wave them off and pretend he was still working.

Kikimak was playing Liar's Cut in the gambling den, and he was both an alpha and he probably wouldn't tell anyone anything until he was at least a few systems away from Boba. But Boba kind of hated him on a purely personal level, and Yarina had once told Boba that Kikimak was a terrible fuck. Boba kept him in mind as a last resort.

He had nearly circled the entire floor and was about to begin a second circuit with grimly lowered standards when he caught sight of Han Solo at the sabbac tables. Solo was an alpha; he was also a bit of an idiot, kind of a loser, and a huge slut, but he wasn't the type to kiss and tell, usually. He also smelled good, and the rumor among the palace working girls was that he did know what to do with his cock, despite how much he ran his mouth.

Boba settled into a shadowy corner and waited for Solo to get up from the table so Boba could approach him in relative privacy. If he just walked up to him in the middle of the gambling rooms the rumors would be running rampant before he could even drag Solo back to his room.

It was the better part of a miserable hour while the stim injection slowly wore off before Solo finally stood up from the table and wandered towards the freshers, stopping to talk to what seemed like every table he passed. That was another knock on Solo's character -- he was a huge chatterbox. Boba slipped around to the other side of the room on shaky legs while Solo was slapping backs, and then he darted into the freshers after him. There were two other people in there, which was not going to work. Boba grimly stepped backwards into the dark hallway where the freshers lived and waited for Solo to come out again.

One other person walked right past Boba without seeming to notice him, and he startled someone else so bad they jumped a good foot in the air when they spotted him looming in the dark. Fortunately they scurried back out into the main rooms without Boba needing to give them any more motivation to do just that.

Solo finally came back out again, humming, and Boba grabbed him by the arm and dragged him further down the dim hallway towards the private rooms the girls sometimes used when a client didn't rate a room of their own. Solo squawked in alarm when Boba first grabbed him, but the noise wouldn't be noticeable from the main rooms.

"Hey, Fett," Solo started once he'd got his bearings, "what's this about, now? I thought his excellency was pleased with my last shipment." Solo's voice was shaking a little despite his best attempt at bravado.

Boba got the door to one of the rooms unlocked and dragged Solo inside. "This isn't about Jabba," he said as he closed and locked the door behind them.

"Um, okay?" Solo only sounded a little reassured while Boba gave the room a cursory scan for bugs. It came up clean after a handful of seconds; not much point surveilling these rooms when none of the high rollers would ever get brought here. "What... is this about, then?" Solo asked while Boba was busy running the scan. "I didn't think I rated high enough anywhere to have a bounty put on my head."

Boba scoffed. "Of course you don't." He unbuckled one glove and took it off, startling Solo into raising his hands briefly with the sudden movement.

"Um," Solo started again, staring at Boba's naked hand with furrowed brow, and then his face relaxed as Boba's scent hit him. "Oh. Oh shit," his eyes went wide and snapped up to look into Boba's visor. "You're in heat?"

“Yes,” Boba said, trying not to snarl.

Solo was starting to grin. “And you want little old me to help you out, huh?”

“Yes,” Boba bit out. “As long as you can keep your mouth shut about it.”

“Of course I can keep my mouth shut,” Solo bristled a little like he wasn’t one of the biggest loudmouths in Jabba’s court. “What happened, though, did you run out of suppressants?”

“I’m not an idiot,” Boba hissed. “I got dosed somehow.” He eyed Solo for a second, then continued, “I think Jabba did it on purpose. Heard a rumor somewhere and wanted to see if it was true.”

Solo’s expression went soft, and Boba bared his teeth at him behind his visor. “Well, hey, I’m happy to help out if you can’t leave.”

“How long are you staying on Tatooine?”

“I was going to stay until the end of the festivities.”

Boba nodded, eyeing Solo. “You know I’ll kill you if you ever tell anyone about this?”

Solo’s grin went wry. “Yeah, I figured. Don’t worry, I know how to keep it discrete.”

“Fine. Do you have a room?”

“‘Course I do,” Solo puffed up like that was something to be proud of. “Room 15 on level 8.”

That was one of the nicer ones, and it had a window. “Make your excuses to your friends and I’ll meet you there.” Boba unlocked the room and walked out and down to the furthest end, where it became a service corridor. He had to edge around servers carrying big trays twice, and one with a mop bucket, but everyone was used to Boba using the service corridors by then and no one made a fuss.

Boba took the corridor back to the dancing girls' ready room, stopping at a wall panel along the way to slice into the camera system and loop the footage in the girls' ready room and the few cams in the service corridors on this side of the palace. He also pulled the access codes for the two locked hatches between the general service corridors and the dancing girls' room. The couple of girls still getting into makeup and costumes startled when Boba slipped in through the back entrance, and Thevma came right over, frowning at him.

"You need something?"

Boba got straight to the point to put her at ease. "Do you have some kind of robe I can wear over my armor so that no one would recognize me in the hallways?"

"Oh." Thevma relaxed and gave Boba a critical once over. "You need to keep the helmet on, too?"

"Yes."

Thevma tapped a finger over her lips. "I think I have a few things that will work. Come here." She led him over to the racks of costumes in the far corner and pulled out a few gowns, holding them up next to Boba for a moment before shaking her head and muttering to herself. Boba's headache was coming back full force as the last of the stimpack and painkiller wore off, and he was about to give the whole thing up and just try climbing across the outer palace wall between his room and Solo's when Thevma finally made an approving noise and pushed the mess of black fabric she was holding at Boba.

"Try that on."

Boba struggled for a moment to find the bottom opening of the dress through the ruffles and lace, but he did find it and he pulled it on over his head. Thevma showed him how to do up the straps and lacing on the torso, then she handed him a veil to put on underneath the wide hood attached to the dress. He brought his rangefinder down as far as it would go to hide it under the veil, then scrutinized himself in one of the many full length mirrors in the room -- the dress obscured all the lines of his armor under the elaborate decorations on the torso, the flowy skirt, and the wide sleeves that drew back in to cinch tight at the wrists so his vambraces would be securely hidden. It even worked better than he'd hoped for at disguising the blocky shape of his helmet under the hood.

"Do you have any--" Boba started to ask before Thevma handed him a pair of black gloves to match the dress. "Thanks." He pulled the gloves on over the ones he was already wearing and that completed the illusion.

"If you need to wear it again, I can have someone drop some shoes off in your room tomorrow if you want to try on a pair now." Thevma held out a pair of simple black shoes with a few inches of heel that would further throw off anyone from recognizing Boba. Plus, the climbing spikes on Boba's own shoes were kind of distinctive and might peak out as he walked and the skirt moved.

"I'd appreciate that." Boba took the shoes and sat down in one of the dressing chairs to pull off his boots and try the heels on instead. He tried on a couple of pairs before they found one that fit, and Thevma told him he'd need to practice walking in them more. He changed back into his own boots while Thevma set the heels aside, then pressed a 150 credit chit into Thevma's hand, along with a few extra twenty pieces.

"Thanks," Boba said while Thevma stared down at the credits. "And give my apologies to the others for startling them."

Thevma looked up and flashed Boba a genuine smile. "Any time for these tips."

Boba nodded to her and slipped back out into the service corridor. He stopped at another wall panel to get into the cam system again and release the loops in the dressing room and the other service corridor cameras carefully, then he left the corridor before he hit another camera field.

He wound through the hallways avoiding cameras for a while until he looked like he was coming up from the throne room when he let himself get on another camera. If anyone was monitoring the cameras closely they'd notice that he'd come out of nowhere and didn't match anyone who'd been in the palace all day. But Boba knew what kind of security guards Jabba bothered with, and he knew no one would bother investigating what they'd assume was just another working girl in a special getup for a client.

Boba was panting hard from the minor exertion of a few flights of stairs, even without the weight of his jetpack, when he finally made it up to Solo's room. His headache back in full force and his vision starting to tunnel. Boba knocked on Solo's door, and Solo answered almost immediately with a smarmy smirk that went confused as he took in Boba's getup.

"Uh, I think you --" Solo started, and Boba didn't have the patience for this. He put a hand in the middle of Solo's chest and shoved him back into the room, following him in and locking the door behind them while he started a scan running for cameras. Solo kept bleating in confusion the whole time.

"Shut up," Boba snarled, and Solo's mouth snapped shut.

The reprieve only lasted for a second. "Wow," Solo ran his eyes up and down Boba's body. "I think you just gave me like ten new kinks."

Boba groaned through his teeth. It was an outrage that this was the best alpha he could find in the whole palace. The scan came back with one camera tucked into a corner above the bed. "There's a camera above the bed, left corner near the ceiling. Can you shoot it out?"

"What?" Solo frowned and whipped around to squint up into the corner. "I thought I got all of them." He pulled out his blaster and obligingly shot out the camera once he'd identified it.

Boba reran the scan to make sure the camera was fully dead. The scan came back clean, so Boba moved over to the little table in the room so he could start undressing, pushing back the hood and pulling off his veil as he went.

"On top of the armor, huh," Solo said, considering, as Boba started to undo all the lacing and straps on the dress. "Can I help with that?"

"No." Boba stepped away from Solo's reaching hand as he got the last pieces undone.

"Okay, I won't complain about watching," Solo grinned as he stepped back, hands raised in mock surrender.

Boba tried to pretend Solo's eyes weren't heavy on him while he pulled the black gloves off and then the dress, which he tossed over the back of one of the chairs. He carefully set his helmet on the table next, then looked back over at Solo to see if Solo would peg him as a clone and cause a problem about it.

There wasn't any spark of recognition that Boba could see in Solo's eyes as he studied Boba's face eagerly.

"You smell so good, sweetheart," Solo breathed, getting all up in Boba's space and tucking his face up against the back of Boba's neck. Boba let him take a few greedy inhales because Solo's scent was starting to take the edge off of Boba's headache, then elbowed him away when he tried to lick Boba's neck.

"Why don't you focus on getting naked," Boba rasped.

"I can do that," Solo grinned. He stepped away and had all of his clothes off before Boba had even finished getting his plates off. Solo had a big dick, which was unfortunate and was probably at least half of why he was so annoying. He was already getting hard just from smelling Boba, and he took himself in hand while he watched Boba get out of his kneeguards, boots, flight suit, and underlayers.

Boba was shaking as he tossed his leggings and underwear over the back of a chair with his undershirt, so they would hopefully dry a little before he had to put them back on in the morning. He was plastered with sweat, and already half-hard and wet himself. His headache was finally relenting to the alpha pheromones heavy in the air, but he still felt achy and weak and a little nauseous.

Boba startled as Solo touched his shoulder.

"Easy, now, come here," Solo gently gripped Boba's shoulder and drew Boba around to face him. "Just take some deep breaths, that's it." Solo stepped in close, ducking a little so that his neck glands were up in Boba's face. The concentrated smell of alpha made Boba a little dizzy; he grabbed at Solo's hips to steady himself, and Solo made an approving noise deep in his chest. "That's right, you're doing good."

Boba shivered and felt himself getting wetter, heat blooming in his belly.

"Good," Solo repeated, reaching up to cup the side of Boba's neck with his free hand. That was the hand he'd been stroking himself with, and the snarl was tearing out of Boba's throat before he could stop it at the smell of another alpha's pre-come.

Solo paused, then swept his thumb slowly across the underside of Boba's jaw. "It's okay," Solo soothed, his hands and voice still gentle, "just keep on breathing." Solo was quiet for a few moments, still rubbing his thumb across Boba's throat. "This isn't a big deal if you are," Solo said, talking slowly and carefully, "but are you altered?"

Boba jerked back, or tried to -- his center of balance was shot and he tripped over his own feet. He would have fallen on his ass if Solo hadn't surged forward to catch him, grabbing him by both shoulders and pulling him in so they were pressed together from knees to collarbones, Solo's erection pressing into Boba's stomach.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Solo was saying, wrapping one arm around Boba's back to keep him pressed close while the other came up to cup the back of Boba's head. "I don't care if you are, I just might do some things a little differently if you were, is all." He pressed his mouth to Boba's hairline, which was soaked with sweat.

Boba's eyes were stinging, and he was breathing hard through clenched teeth against Solo's shoulder. It was bad enough if it got out that he was an omega pretending to be an alpha -- if everyone found out that he was really a bitched alpha, that would be ruinous for his reputation.

"Should I take that for a yes?" Solo asked when Boba didn't say anything.

Boba nodded into Solo's shoulder; if Solo already suspected it enough to come out and ask, there wasn't much point in trying to deny it. Solo would include it in whatever version of events that he told all his friends later no matter what Boba said.

"Okay," Solo said, rubbing the hand on Boba's back slowly up and down. "That's just fine. Thank you for telling me."

Boba wanted to snap something about how he hadn't told Solo, and how had he even known, anyways, he wasn't supposed to smell any different to a born omega while he was in heat, but there was a hard lump in Boba's throat that he knew better than to try talking around.

Solo kept them standing there until Boba's breathing had evened out again, stroking Boba's back the whole time. "Come on," he said, squeezing the back of Boba's neck gently. "Let's go take a shower, you can't be comfortable all over sweat like this."

Boba tried to step out of Solo's embrace so he could walk, because he was uncomfortably sticky and a shower did sound kind of nice, but his knees were weak and his legs shook under his own weight.

"I've got you," Solo said, starting to walk Boba backwards towards the fresher, "just hang onto me."

Boba stumbled along where Solo lead, keeping his face tucked up into Solo's shoulder as Solo got them under the sonics and started running his fingers through Boba's sweaty hair. The sweat dissipated under the sonics, and Solo took the excuse to run his hands all over Boba under the guise of getting him clean.

Eventually Solo ran out of things to clean on Boba's back. He took Boba by the shoulders and said, "Turn around for me, that's right." Boba went along with it, leaning most of his weight back into Solo's chest, only to stiffen up as Solo swept his hand up Boba's belly, feeling horrifically exposed and vulnerable. "Shhhh, it's just me," Solo said into Boba's ear while he flatted his hand over Boba's stomach, "I'm not gonna hurt you, sweetheart."

Boba realized suddenly that he was growling and choked off the noise into a humiliating whimper.

"Hey, it's okay, go ahead and let it out." Solo lipped at Boba's ear, and Boba flinched hard as Solo mouthed down to his neck and nipped at his jugular. "Okay," Solo pulled away quickly, "my fault, that was too fast." Solo went back to petting Boba's stomach, until Boba wasn't twitching every time Solo touched him.

Then Solo swept his hands up to Boba's chest, teasing at Boba's nipples until Boba threw his head back against Solo's shoulder, panting and squirming.

"That's it," Solo cooed in Boba's ear, making him shiver. "Such pretty little tits, I can't wait to suck on them."

Boba bit his lip and squeezed his thighs together, feeling hot again.

"Good. I'm gonna touch your stomach again, okay sweetheart?" Solo did just that, sliding one hand down from Boba's chest to Boba's stomach. Boba was able to suppress the urge to bare his teeth that time. "Good, that's so good." Solo kept touching Boba's stomach until it didn't feel like a threat anymore. Then he reached down to carefully stroke Boba's cock a couple of times. "Very good," Solo purred when Boba's hips bucked into his hand. "You're doing so well, honey."

Boba's head was getting lighter and lighter while Solo kept stroking him and murmuring praise into his ear. Boba came, sudden and hard, curling over as much as he could with Solo's arm sliding across his chest to hold him up while his legs went to jelly.

Solo kept on talking while Boba came back out of atmo, panting hard with his face tucked up under Solo's jaw where Solo had ducked down far enough for Boba to reach. Boba took a minute to take stock of his body, then tried to get his legs back under himself to get out of the uncomfortable sprawl against Solo.

"Back with me, sweetheart?" Solo helped Boba straighten himself out, although he still couldn't hold up his own weight all the way. "I'm gonna touch your throat, now, alright?" Boba stiffened a little and Solo hushed him, rubbing the back of his knuckles across Boba's belly. "Just relax, you're doing so well for me."

Boba shut his eyes while Solo dragged one knuckle all the way up Boba's stomach and chest to his neck. It was the hand that was still partially covered with Boba's come, which helped some; it was harder for his instincts to tell him that was a threat. He still flinched a little when Solo wrapped his hand loosely around the front of Boba's throat, and he couldn't stop his lip from curling up to show his teeth. Solo kept on telling Boba how well he was doing and how pretty he looked while he was coming, which made Boba blush and distracted him enough that soon he was able to relax into the gentle touches to his throat.

Solo kissed up and down Boba's cheek, then mouthed down to lick at Boba's pulse point, and Boba just shivered. "Good, that's perfect, baby," Solo grinned into Boba's neck. He rubbed his fingers up the side of Boba's throat a couple more times, then turned him around again to scrub through his hair one last time before shutting off the sonic. "You need anything before we go to bed?" Solo cuddled Boba into his chest again as he started moving them out of the shower.

“No,” Boba mumbled, grabbing weakly at Solo’s arms and trying to keep his feet under himself while they moved.

“Water?” Solo prompted anyways. “Food?”

“Not hungry.”

“If you say so." Solo got them to the bed, where he sat down and pulled Boba into his lap. "What do you want to do first?"

Boba squirmed, his cunt tingling as it rubbed on Solo's thigh. "Aren't you supposed to knot me?"

Solo snorted; his hands felt like they were everywhere, stroking Boba's back, cupping his hips, brushing teasingly against his nipples. Boba grabbed at Solo's shoulders, trying to shake the spinning feeling in his head, and ducked in under Solo's jaw to nuzzle at the scent glands there. Solo's breath caught and he swept a hand up into Boba's hair to hold his head in close. Solo cleared his throat after a minute, clearly trying to pull his scattered thought process back together. Boba took that as a complement.

"We don't have to jump straight to knotting. You want me to eat you out first?"

Boba tried to think about that while he nibbled gently on Solo's scent glands, coaxing them into releasing a flood of pheromones that were doing wonders to make Boba feel normal again. Solo groaned and clutched tighter at Boba.

"What if you just --" Boba grabbed the hand Solo didn't have buried in Boba's hair and shifted his legs open to press Solo's hand against his cunt.

"You want me to finger you?" Solo teased his fingers against Boba's pussy lips. He slid his fingers between Boba’s already slick folds and teased at his hole. Boba buried his face in Solo’s shoulder and pulled one leg wider to give Solo more room to work with. “That’s right,” Solo cooed. He slid his fingers up to the front of Boba’s cunt, then paused for a second. Boba jerked his hips impatiently and Solo muttered “right,” to himself before he brought his fingers back somewhere useful and slid one smoothly inside Boba.

Boba bit his lip and tilted his hips up into Solo’s hand. He ducked down a little to get at Solo’s collar gland, rubbing it indulgently with his tongue while Solo curled his finger inside Boba, searching for the right places to hit.

Boba twitched when he found it and squeezed Solo’s shoulders hard where he was clinging to him to stay upright. Solo rubbed his prostate what felt like just as hard. Boba grimaced and grabbed at Solo’s wrist.

“Not so hard.”

"Sure." Solo eased off right away, pumping his finger in and out a couple of times before curling back into Boba's prostate, this time so gently it was barely more than a tease.

Boba shivered and shoved his face into Solo's collarbone.

"That better?" Boba could hear the self-satisfied grin in Solo's voice. He nodded into Solo's shoulder anyways.

Solo ruthlessly abused his new knowledge, stroking gently at and around Boba's prostate until Boba was practically dripping and rock hard, and Solo had worked three fingers inside of Boba's cunt. Boba finally let go of the death grip he had on Solo's shoulders with one hand to stoke himself the last of the way off, but Solo twisted them both around until Boba was suddenly flat on his back on the bed under Solo.

"Let me finish you off, hey?" Solo grinned down at Boba.

"Fine," Boba said while he got used to the change in position.

Solo huffed a little laugh and tapped at the back of the hand Boba still had wrapped around his own cock.

Boba reluctantly let go of himself, and then Solo swooped down to shoulder between Boba's thighs and suck the head of Boba's cock into his mouth.

Boba let out a strangled sound, half alarm and half pleasure. Solo's mouth was hot and wet and almost shockingly good. Then Solo teased his fingers up against Boba's prostate and Boba came immediately into Solo's mouth. Solo swallowed Boba's whole load, then reared up over him again, smirking obnoxiously.

Boba couldn't bring himself to be actually annoyed, still panting hard and suffused with pleasure.

Solo ducked down under Boba's jaw to nibble at his scent glands, and Boba choked out a few more gasping noises while Solo twitched his fingers in Boba's exquisitely sensitive cunt. Solo waited until he could stroke his fingers inside of Boba without Boba going tense all over before he mouthed up to Boba's ear to ask, "You want my cock now, or my fingers again?"

Boba shivered at the tickle of Solo's breath against his ear. "Your cock," he decided, since he was supposed to be getting knotted.

"Good," Solo growled. He slid his fingers out of Boba and got braced up above him. Boba wasn't sure where to look or what to do with himself while Solo grabbed him by the hips and just looked down at him hungrily for a handful of seconds. Solo's cock was so hard it was purple when Boba glanced down at it, beads of fluid dripping down it's impressive length.

Boba looked away again in a hurry because a cold feeling was starting in his stomach, despite the heat between his legs.

He hadn't been fucked since he'd escaped prison, and it was occurring to him way too late that that was maybe going to be a problem.

Solo was thankfully unaware of the storm brewing in Boba's head. He was staring down at Boba's cunt when Boba looked back at his face; he let go of Boba's hip with one hand just then, reaching for his cock and guiding it to Boba's hole. "Ready?" Solo looked up to meet Boba's gaze; he paused, expression flickering at whatever he read on Boba's face.

Boba scowled to smother whatever stupid expression he'd been making, but before he could come up with anything to say for damage control Solo was giving him a crooked smile and sweeping the hand left on Boba's hip all the way up Boba's body to cup the back of Boba's neck. He leaned down to press a brief kiss to Boba's mouth. "You okay, honey?"

"I'm fine," Boba insisted, his voice only a little rough.

"If you say so." Solo kissed Boba quickly again. "You ready?" he pushed his cock just a little bit against Boba's entrance.

"Yes," Boba insisted, grabbing up two white-knuckled handfuls of the bed covers as he braced himself.

"Good boy." Solo squeezed the back of Boba's neck one more time before moving that hand back down to Boba's hip, and Boba couldn't help the way that made him shiver. Solo grinned at him, still leaning in close, his face only a few inches above Boba's. He tilted Boba's hips up a little and started pressing inside.

Boba bared his teeth at the stretch of Solo's cock, and Solo leaned in to kiss at Boba's curled lip. He laughed at Boba's startled twitch. "Still doing okay?"

"Yeah, I can survive your huge cock, Solo," Boba growled.

That made Solo bark a laugh, his cock jerking where it was halfway inside Boba. "I'm glad to hear it," Solo grinned down at him, "but I think you can probably stand to call me by my first name while I'm inside you, hm?"

Boba scowled again at Solo's stupid, smug face while he looped both legs around Solo's hips and pulled him in hard. That did make Solo's mouth drop open, face going slack in surprised pleasure, which was worth the little sting of pushing too fast, too soon.

"Okay," Solo panted, "got it, don't poke the loth wolf."

"You gonna do anything with all of that?" Boba ground out when Solo made no indication of moving. "Or do you usually just coast on size?"

Solo laughed again, collapsing forward onto his elbows and tucking his face into Boba's neck for a moment. "Definitely should have known better." He nuzzled up against Boba's jaw gland, working it with his lips and making little bolts of pleasure shoot down Boba's spine. Then he got his knees under himself and started working his hips shallowly, rocking his cock in and out of Boba, the drag against Boba's sensitive rim winding him up towards orgasm again faster than he would have thought possible.

He grabbed at Solo's shoulder and braced his other arm against the bed, curling his hips up to meet Solo's thrusts. Solo mouthed his way down Boba's neck and chest until he was flattening his tongue over of one Boba's nipples. Boba jerked, the stimulation like a direct line to his cock, everything oversensitive from having come twice already, or maybe that was just the heat hormones.

Boba half swallowed a pathetic little noise that had Solo rearing back up to look at him with wild eyes.

"Are you into kissing?" Solo panted.

"What?" Who asked that kind of a question?

"I really wanna kiss you, are you into that?" Solo shifted again, setting his elbow next to Boba's head to brace his weight up. It brought the smell of him thick in Boba's nose, which right then seemed really, really nice.

"That's fine," Boba said, trying to keep his eyes open. He couldn't actually remember the last time he'd kissed someone, but he hadn't hated it when Solo had kissed him earlier.

Solo dived in, licking his way eagerly into Boba's mouth. He kept his hips rolling into Boba, never pulling out far enough to do anything but build up a maddening tease. Solo's scent was everywhere, driving Boba crazy while he tangled his tongue with Boba's. Boba suddenly needed to come; he got a hand free and wriggled it in between their bellies. He barely had to touch himself before he was spilling again, clenching down tight around Solo's cock and having to turn his head and break the kiss so he didn't give into the overwhelming urge to bite down while Solo's tongue was still in his mouth.

Solo hissed curses above Boba while Boba trembled through a long orgasm, his face shoved up against Solo's shoulder.

When he finally flopped back down against the bed, panting hard, Solo looked wild. Boba kept his legs clamped tight around Solo's hips, where he already had his ankles crossed over the small of Solo's back.

"You gotta give me a second," Boba managed. Even the small movements of Boba panting and Solo shifting impatiently between Boba's thighs was sending shocks of feeling up Boba's spine, in that confusing area of sensation between pleasure and pain.

"You can take all the time you need," Solo said, his voice strained.

Boba huffed. "You don't have to act like such a saint."

"So far I think this has all been kind of bare minimum decency, actually," Solo said.

Boba wouldn't really know. His experience was limited, since fucking anyone would out him as not being the alpha he was supposed to be.

"Are you doing okay?" Solo rubbed at Boba's side, and even that was almost too much sensation, making Boba shiver and clench down on Solo's cock. Solo groaned through his teeth and pressed his face down into Boba's collarbone. "You are killing me, honey," he mumbled into Boba's skin. Solo's lips moving so close to Boba's collar glands felt so intense; Boba squeezed all his limbs around Solo, but it was starting to feel on the good side of too much. Boba shivered again and then squirmed a little under Solo's weight, everywhere they rubbed together feeling like fireworks shooting through Boba's nerves.

Boba clenched down on Solo's cock again, sparks going off in his belly, and Solo groaned through his teeth like Boba had stabbed him. He panted hot over Boba's neck, then nudged Boba's jaw up and nibbled at the gland tucked behind Boba's jawbone.

Boba showed his teeth for a second, but it felt so good that he relaxed down into the bed again, loosening his grip on Solo everywhere except where he still had his legs locked around Solo's hips. Solo saw he had a good thing going and brought a hand up to the gland on the other side of Boba's jaw, massaging it gently with his thumb while he kept on licking and gently nibbling on the first one.

Heat was blooming in Boba's stomach again, and he squirmed some more against Solo, finally risking rocking his hips a little on Solo's cock, still stuffed inside Boba to the hilt.

The feeling was electric; Boba arched his back and loosed his legs so he could move a little more.

Solo picked his head up to look into Boba's face. "You want more of that?" he asked, his voice ragged while he jerked his hips against the cage of Boba's legs.

Boba couldn't help making noise as Solo's cock dragged out and back in, stoking the fire in his core. "Yeah," Boba decided, loosening his legs a little more, but keeping his heels planted firmly in the small of Solo's back.

"Come on, Boba," Solo growled. He caught one of Boba's legs behind the knee, still leaning in close all along Boba's body. "Give me a little room to work with and I can really make you see stars."

Boba reluctantly let him have the leg, which Solo pushed out wide, pinning Boba's knee down to the mattress.

"Good boy," Solo praised, leaning back in for another kiss. He got his knees under himself while he was tickling Boba's gums with his tongue and started to work his hips again, just a little bit at first. Even that still made Boba gasp into Solo's mouth. "Still that sensitive, huh?" Solo said against Boba's lips.

"It's getting better," Boba said, shivering again and squeezing around Solo's cock to get more of the pleasure-pain of the friction.

"Fierfek, you are so tight," Solo hissed, snapping his hips in harder. Boba bit his lip and bucked underneath Solo, trying to grab at him with his legs again. "Oh, no you don't." Solo kept Boba's leg splayed out wide on the bed with one big hand and a good portion of his weight shifted over. Boba subsided and Solo rubbed at the little scent gland at the inside of Boba's knee. Normally Boba barely even remembered those were there, but right then it felt like a massage on his jaw glands normally did.

He groaned and let his other leg splay out a little, giving Solo more room to move. Solo took full advantage, working his hips in hard and driving embarrassing little noises out of Boba. Boba's cock was already hard enough to leak again, bouncing on his stomach with every thrust. Solo took notice, shifting his weight back onto his haunches so he could grip Boba's cock. "You gonna come for me again already?" He jacked Boba a few times, then focused on rubbing indulgently around the head, worrying gently at Boba's foreskin. "I'm flattered, really. What are we up to now, three times and I haven't even knotted you yet? Let's make it an even four."

Boba made a few incoherent noises, until Solo's cock rubbed a perfect long stroke against his prostate while Solo dragged his thumb up along the slit of Boba's cock and he spurted into Solo's hand, his pussy clenching hard around Solo's cock. His jaw ached and he had to turn his head to bite savagely into the pillow. Solo groaned and leaned in to bite under Boba's jaw on the glad Boba had exposed perfectly to him, still stroking Boba's cock until Boba fumbled a shaking hand down to pull him off. Solo didn't stop moving this time, and Boba jack-knifed underneath him while his whole body ratcheted up with a sensation that tipped over into pain.

Solo was saying something into Boba's throat, nursing at Boba's jaw gland, the hand not keeping one of Boba's legs flat rubbing circles around one of his collar glands. It was easier to relax back after that, although he was panting like he'd run through the entire undercity of Nar Shadda. He was dripping with sweat again, he realized vaguely as one of Solo's hands skidded across his wet skin.

His fingers creaked as he let go of the death grip he'd had on Solo's shoulder and bicep. He could already see faint shadows of his fingers left behind on Solo's arm.

Solo was working a bruise of his own into Boba's throat, his thrusts turning longer and harder until suddenly he was grinding into Boba hard and biting down on Boba's collarbone. Boba grabbed at Solo's shoulders again, feeling a fresh stretch in his throbbing pussy.

Solo let go of Boba's leg, finally, and he wrapped it tight around Solo again. Solo scooped both hands under Boba hips and tilted him up so that Solo could slide in an extra fraction of an inch. Boba tried to wiggle a little to get some more friction, somehow right on the cusp of coming again, but Solo pulled him in impossibly tighter and growled against the base of Boba's throat.

Boba froze, his heart suddenly hammering while he thought about how close Solo's teeth were to Boba's jugular, and how they were probably locked together by now for at least the next ten minutes.

Then Solo let go of Boba's shoulder, leaving a smear of drool behind, to pant, "Sorry," into Boba's neck. He jerked his hips against Boba, as if he was still trying to get deeper. "Just give me one second," Solo leaned his forehead into Boba's neck, his breath ragged against Boba's skin, "and I'll get you taken care of."

Boba nodded, his jaw dragging against the top of Solo's head, and tried to relax.

Solo shuddered and gave Boba's hips one last squeeze before rubbing up Boba's sides. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Boba, cupping one big hand around Boba's face. "Okay?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over Boba's cheekbone. His eyelids were heavy. Boba nodded and Solo leaned down to kiss him again quickly. "Sorry I went all cave man on you." He nuzzled into Boba's cheek opposite his hand.

"'S fine," Boba dismissed.

Solo didn't respond, except to get both hands around Boba's jaw and tip his head up to expose his whole throat.

Boba's heart kicked into overdrive again while he had directly conflicting instincts to both go limp and let Solo have his throat and also to get his arms up and fight like hell to throw the alpha off of him. He started to growl, only to trail off into a whimper as Solo rubbed at Boba's jaw glands while he mouthed gently at the front of Boba's throat. Solo paused and picked up his head to look Boba in the face again.

"Was that a good or a bad noise?" he asked.

"I -- I don't know." Boba's voice sounded suspiciously wet. He tried to clear his throat and arrange his face into something neutral, but he suspected it was way too late.

"Right," Solo said. "Come here, then." He let go of Boba's head and scooped his arms under Boba's back. He started to roll, then looked down at Boba's legs. "Let go of my hips for just a second?"

Boba took a deep breath and uncrossed his ankles from behind Solo's back, even though all of his instincts seemed to agree on wanting to keep doing that.

"Good," Solo cooed while he finished rolling over, leaving himself on his back and Boba draped over his chest. "That any better?" Solo asked, rubbing his hands up and down Boba's back.

Boba definitely felt less trapped. He squirmed around a little just because he could, making Solo's breath catch as Boba's rim tugged a little where they were joined. It didn't hurt like Boba thought he remembered. But then, the last time Boba had been knotted was just about as different from this scenario is it could be. It even felt kind of good, a tight feeling a fullness and a stretch that was starting to send tingles up Boba's spine the more he thought about it. He sat up, bracing himself against Solo's chest with his thighs splayed wide across Solo's hips.

"Kark, you are a vision like that," Solo breathed, smoothing his hands down from Boba's back to his thighs as Boba moved.

Boba bit his lip and closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at Solo watching him. He shifted his hips again, his own breath stuttering at how good it felt.

"That's right," Solo said, the edge of a growl rumbling in his voice and under Boba's hands on his chest. He squeezed Boba's ass with one hand and bounced his hips once under Boba. Boba's breath hitched again and he clenched down on Solo's knot, grinding his hips down. "Good boy," Solo rumbled, still in that half growl, "you keep riding that knot."

Boba shuddered and squirmed on Solo's cock with more urgency. Solo chuckled and raised one hand to tease at Boba's nipple, the other still groping at Boba's ass and thigh. "You look so good doing that." He pinched Boba's nipple hard, making Boba bite back a squeak and clench down hard on his cock again. "Mmmm, that's right." Solo rubbed the pad of his thumb over Boba's stinging nipple and stroked his other hand up Boba's side, his touch feather-light and ticklish. Boba shivered hard; he could feel himself getting wetter by the second. He rocked more urgently against Solo's knot, as much as he could move, which wasn't really much.

"Fierfek, you keep that up and my knot's not gonna go down all night," Solo said. At the moment, Boba didn't have any objections to that.

Solo dropped one hand back down to Boba's ass, kneading at it for a minute before slipping his fingers between Boba's thighs from behind and feeling where Boba was clutched tight around Solo's knot.

Boba opened his mouth to pant, his skin prickling all over as he broke into a fresh sweat.

Solo raised his other hand to cup Boba's throat. Boba went stiff for a second, his eyes shooting open.

"Shhh," Solo soothed, looking up at Boba with half-lidded eyes, looking like nothing so much as a sand fox batting a roo mouse between it's paws. "It's just me, I'm not gonna hurt you, sweetheart." Solo used his loose grip around Boba's throat to rub at both of Boba's jaw glands at once with thumb and pointer finger. Boba's elbows wobbled and he almost lost his balance before adjusting his stance.

"There we go," Solo rumbled, grinning lazily up at Boba. Boba shuddered and leaned into Solo's touch, closing his eyes again.

With his other hand, Solo swept his now-wet fingers up between Boba's cheeks to rub at his asshole. Boba clenched up tight, dragging a satisfied groan out of Solo, and opened his mouth to tell him to stop that. Except Solo nudged one finger straight inside at the same time, and the only thing that came out of Boba's mouth was a strangled moan.

"That's right, good boy, keep on going." Solo jostled his hips under Boba again.

Boba bit his lip hard and rocked hesitantly down against both Solo's cock and the finger in his ass.

Solo gave a wordless rumble of approval as Boba started to work his hips again, getting used to the intrusion into his ass. He hadn't thought he'd ever let anyone touch his ass again, but, it didn't feel bad. It kind of felt... good, adding to the general feeling of almost overwhelming fullness in Boba's groin. Solo moved his finger gradually faster in Boba's ass, teasing a second one against Boba's rim, making Boba shiver hard and adding more fuel to the fire in Boba's belly.

The feeling peaked as Solo finally slid that second finger into Boba's ass, fucking him on his fingers while Boba was stuffed to the brim with his knot, Solo's other hand still mercilessly working Boba's jaw glands. He came without ever touching his cock, grinding down hard on Solo's knot and curling down hard into the hand on his jaw.

He was vaguely aware of Solo sitting up and pulling his fingers out of Boba's ass to tuck Boba in tight against his chest. Boba came back to his face pressed up against Solo's neck, his fingers practically clawed into Solo's back, and Solo letting out a constant stream of words from where he had his cheek pressed to the top of Boba's head.

It took another second for Boba to realize he was trembling all over. He tried to put a stop to that, but his body wasn't too keen on responding to him at that moment.

"You still with me?" Solo must have noticed Boba squirming, separate from the general shaking. He tipped his head to kiss Boba's cheek.

"Mhmm," was all Boba could manage.

"Good." Another kiss. "You feeling okay?"

"Mhmm," Boba said again, then after a moment of expectant silence from Solo, he managed to add: "Cold."

"I'll believe that," Solo chuckled. He grabbed the comforter from the half of the bed they weren't sitting on and yanked it up and over to drape around Boba. "When's the last time you ate?"

Boba did his best to help Solo tuck the blanket around his shoulders while he thought about that. Had he eaten when he went back to the Slave 1 earlier that evening, or had he just been planning on it before he got distracted by... everything? "This morning, I guess," he mumbled into Solo's shoulder.

"Alright, I grabbed some ration paste on the way up just in case. Unless the kitchens are still open, I can comm and ask in a minute."

"What time is it?"

"It's 2:30."

Boba sighed. The kitchens probably were closed to customers by then. If Boba went down there himself he could still eat leftovers while the kitchen crew cleaned up, or if he commed down and Kivtan was feeling generous someone would bring him something. But he couldn't walk down there and back up to Solo's room without risking his cover, and he definitely didn't want to call for food from Solo's rooms.

The rumors that would start would be very different from the truth, at first, but they still weren't anything Boba wanted to deal with. Not to mention how they would add flame accelerant to the new round of rumors that would start as soon as Solo blabbed.

"How are you feeling otherwise?" Solo asked, threading his fingers through Boba's hair and starting to rub circles into Boba's skull behind his ear. "Still got the headache going on?"

Boba frowned. "I didn't tell you I had a headache."

Solo paused for a moment, his fingers stilling in Boba's hair before starting again as he said, "Well, no, I just kind of assumed. It's kind of the steriotypical heat symptom; do you not get them?"

Boba had spent all of his post-puberty life actively trying not to learn anything about heats except what were the most effective ways to never have them. If he thought back, he did have a raging headache both the previous times he went into heat.

"I had one," admitted tersely, his face pressed into Solo's collarbone so he didn't have to see Solo looking at him. "It's better now."

"Good." Solo leaned in to kiss Boba's cheek again. "You think you'll be able to sleep a little after this?"

Boba was already as good as falling asleep on Solo's shoulder, dispite the knot still stretching him wide. "Yeah."

"Good," Solo said again. He kept on petting Boba while Boba made good progress on falling asleep on him. He'd nearly managed it when Solo shifted, gripping Boba on his back and under his thigh. "I'm gonna pull out now, sweetheart, okay?"

"Okay," Boba mumbled, trying to rouse himself.

Solo picked Boba right up out of his lap, his cock sliding out of Boba as he went, leaving Boba feeling horribly empty. "Shhh," Solo hushed Boba as he laid him out on the bed at Solo's hip. Boba realized he was making a pathetic whimpering noise and cut that off right away. "It's okay, honey," Solo pet Boba's hair one more time as he drew away, tucking the blanket in around Boba. "I'll be right back, okay? Just getting something to clean us up and that ration pack for you."

Boba bit his lip and pulled the blanket tighter, watching with slitted eyes as Solo moved around the room. He got the ration pack first, setting it next to Boba's hands. "You can get started on that," Solo said, looking at Boba hopefully. Boba didn't move and Solo sighed before disappearing into the fresher for a few minutes. Boba had to bite down a humiliating trill building up in his throat -- it felt deeply wrong to not have a sightline on Solo just then, a cold, tight feeling not unlike a panic attack building in Boba's chest.

He shut his eyes and buried his face in the bedding, which smelled strongly of Solo, and tried to convince himself he was fine. The bed dipped soon after, and Solo ruffled Boba's hair. "Let me get you out of this blanket for a second and then we'll get you put to bed properly, okay?"

Boba reluctantly let go of the blanket and opened his eyes to watch Solo scrub a damp facecloth over Boba's belly and thighs.

"That's better, hm?" Solo got off the bed and Boba frowned up at him -- this was Solo's bed, so where did he think he was going now? Solo grinned at him. "I'm just putting this away." He held up the face cloth. "Be right back."

Boba watched him go into the fresher again, but he did come right back out that time.

"You're not hungry at all, hm?" Solo asked as he pulled down the sheets.

Boba looked at the ration pack and reluctantly grabbed it. He wasn't hungry, but he would be sorry later on if he didn't eat. He heaved himself up to his knees to get into the sheets and ripped open the packet. He pulled out the tube of ration paste inside and opened that, starting to squirt it into his mouth.

"Sorry I couldn't get you anything nicer," Solo said as he climbed in bed next to Boba. "And especially that that's the unflavored kind, but I figured better that then a flavor you hate. I'll be prepared better tomorrow."

Boba just grunted. He should have been able to get himself dinner.

Solo rubbed his jaw gland over the ball of Boba's shoulder while Boba finished swallowing all of the ration paste. He grabbed the water bottle out of the ration pack and swished the first few sips around his mouth before swallowing to get rid of the filmy sensation ration paste always left on your teeth. Solo grabbed all of the wrappers once Boba was finished and tossed them over the side of the bed. Then he grabbed Boba and pulled him down with him onto the bed, keeping them pressed together the full length of their bodies.

"You need anything else? Like the fresher? Or I can suck you off again?"

"No." Boba pushed his face into Solo's throat, where his scent was strongest. Solo started petting Boba's hair again, and that felt very nice. Boba threw one leg over Solo's hips to keep them skin-to-skin.

"When are you trying to wake up tomorrow?"

"Seven-thirty."

Solo winced. "You have an alarm?"

"My comm is already set," Boba grumbled, "I'm not an idiot."

"Course not, I'm just making sure." Solo soothed. "Does 7:30 give us time for a quickie in the morning?"

"I'm on the clock at 9," Boba said. "But he almost never leaves his rooms before 10:30."

"Tight, but we can manage. I have another ration pack in case you have to run out in a hurry."

Boba nodded into Solo's neck.

===

It felt like all Boba did was blink before his comm was chiming his wake up alarm.

To be continued....

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