Yoo my name is Silver and I'm 30 going on 800, I like classic movie monsters, mothman, Star Wars . Hm what else? Oh I'm hella gay With a current Darth Maul obsession. It’s weird actively posting here again but hey at least I still love to draw
For @maulweek - day 6: Accidental Child Acquisition
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[ID: Fanart of Shaak Ti and Darth Maul from the Star Wars franchise. Shaak Ti is cradling an infant Maul in her arms; she is wearing her Jedi attire. Her face isn't visible: only her arms are. Maul is bundled in a beige blanket. He appears to be sleeping. His markings make him look like he's frowning. /END ID]
Pulse loud in his ears; under his hands. The harpy had one hand for balance against the tub wall—the other gripping his cock; alternating from firmer strokes and barely touching while he’s shifting his hips over the Rook aid—slick coating his thighs, the toy, his hands.
Forehead pressed to the tile, Xok keeps his eyes closed. Wishing for the relief of another ice bath—the relief of hands that were not his own over his heated flesh.
A low noise makes its way out of his mouth as he sinks down half way and then back up—A clicking growl that sounds odd echoing off the bathroom tiles.
Wings rustling in agitation as he is aware enough to realize the toy inside him will stop being enough.
Xók’s next sound is a gasp that rings closer to a sob as he moves the hand from his cock to his nape—nails dragging enough to feel like teeth against his shoulders.
Gold eyes reflect in the dark; head tips back as he arches and takes more of the length into his cunt—a moan Xok smothers into his forearm.
His emotions twist and stretch as one would form hard candy.
Dispare
Arousal
Frustration
Greed
Shame
Repeat
It’s only been three days like this by his count—his tonic dosage and P brining him food helping him keep his sanity.
He wouldn’t die from going through his Rook alone— logically he /knows/ it’s just very well feels like it—if he doesn’t have someone help him quell the roaring in his blood.
Color rising high at his cheekbones as the replica of his own dick sinks in fully and he grinds down—for a few seconds his mind is clear. Claws trailing over his body and teasing at his nipples.
The shame filters in as his mind finds praise and other phrases in voices known to him— he would not speak a name.
It felt too far beyond what was right that he already imagined hands that weren’t his own.
[He had been on the tonic for two standard weeks by the time he noticed anything different. He woke up without shoulder pains—that usually happens when he has someone there or a heat pack but he had neither.
The irony of it; the heralding cry of his impending cycle was that and birdsong.
Cracking one eye open; Fire colored sliver peering through his artificial night.
“Nh—not this again”
A slow languid arch of his spine as his wings flared out—pushing his hair off his face then Xók went lax. After a moment tilting his head up at the sound of twittering.
{Shut up! We get it you want some fuck it’s 3am!}.
It was then that he noticed his Comm flashing. Hitting re-hail without thinking about it.
Xók was pleasantly surprised to hear the familiar rumbling of Joha fresh from sleep in his ear.
“Mereel—there better be someone dying to call me at this hour—”
A low chuckle as Xok responds; Mando’a sleep rough and fond.
{You dialed me first Shield Brother—good morning}
A sigh that turned his name into something else entirely.
{ Xok—Hello. I just—missed your voice—did you get my care package? Did you like my more recent gifts?}
There was something in Joha’s tone that had Xok shiver and pulling one of the blankets over his nude form.
The post medbay care package had been this soft green blanket; a ton of intriguing snacks from his travels and a heating pad hidden inside a beaded satchel, shaped like an aldroaanian moth. It was sitting on his sofa right now and was Syril’s favorite sleep spot as of right now when he turned it on for her.
A slow blink and he rasps out
{I got it but I haven’t opened the most recent one—is it indecent?}
There was rustling and Joha let out another chuckle ; mischief in his tone as he said.
{Well little one, after our last call how could it not be?—I had Commed you to see if your new friends had any snack preferences. I’ve decided to take a flimsi out of your book and make friends with food. Lord Savage and his consort—Sa-Lang... I hope to meet them when I return. If Syril approved I don’t see why I would object.}
Xok thought and said slowly {Well Savage is fond of these small cookies covered in chocolate and then sugar? he had and hasn’t forgotten and Sha loves sweets of all kinds but a fondness for Denta bean buns… do you have anything like that in your haul to share?}
Joha makes a suprised noise and laughs out.
{I Do! In fact.
Now why haven’t you opened the box? If they’re not to your liking I need to know soon..}
Curiously bid him to get the box and come back. The harpy was confused and intrigued at the shapes neatly wrapped in the box but didn’t look— they felt like.
/No/
Pushing the box into the light of the fresher door he stared at the box containing several toys; one looked human—if he had to guess Joha was the model. The second he unwrapped was a pearlescent tube with a metal base panel of buttons and an opening on the top. Curiosity won that battle too as he stuck a finger in and felt texture when he moved deeper.
A noise escaped that made Joha groan softly. Face on fire Xók continues; there was one that looked like his and a few bottles of lube—why so many ?? Last toy was larger and had ridges and a knot—similar to Savage but /the coloring/ darker red framed with black designs and he squinted— gold glitter inside.
Seeing it in his dreams often enough he knows who it’s supposed to be but holding something that is close enough to it feels invasive.
{What have you done?}
Xók breathes out slowly as he squeezed his thighs together. Horrified with himself for having a reaction.
{Wanted to help you little bird… as I am unable to take care of you and you wished to handle this on your own.. I got you a few—options}
Xók felt the embarrassment leave as he sassed {Calamity indeed, you gave me literal options for ‘fuck you’,’fuck me’, and ‘fuck him’ Joha this is so disrespectful—I can’t possibly use it}
From the safety of his bunk Joha responded:
{There’s zero chance of him busting in to catch you using it you know? You’re safe little bird. How about the others then? Are they acceptable?}.
Xok flops back to be closer to the Comm, blanket still wrapped around him. Deciding to lay on his side he gets comfortable. Grabbing the one that looked like his was kind of odd. Xok had to ask: he grabs the tube also.
“Where did you even get these? The credits these must have cost you—”
Joha tsked; quick to dismiss his worry.
“The credit cut from your feather sales have made me a significant amount— these didn’t even make a dent. Plus I get to feel like I’m there—would you let me hear? You can say no little one—if you arn’t up to It —”
Even as he reassured Xók that he owned him nothing there was this under-layer of grit that had the harpy squirming; he tentatively ran a hand under the blanket and gasped at how much slick there was. Touching under himself he was relieved to find the sheets were dry—rolling onto the blanket and getting comfortable on his stomach Xók answered quietly.
“Sure—but I don’t see what you get out of hearing me—you arn’t here to touch me.”
He arches a little and puts the pearlescent tube between his knees. s
Squeezing some lube in there cautiously and angles his hips; thrusting a few times but it was unstable. A groan muffled into the blankets and Joha speaks up
“Which one are you trying?”
“The pretty colored tube with the buttons at the bottom—? I want to know what it feels like”
Joha’s laugh was deep and Xók hears a little of The Captain come through when he growls
”That is the stroker.. I bet with how wet you get you don’t even need lube… Put a pillow under your hips if you’re having trouble—”
Eyes flashing in the dark the harpy grumbled
”I don’t need a tutorial on how to mas—”
Xok hissed out as that definitely helped; the textured inside makes his skin prickle—faster thrusts had the smaller Mando moaning softly and getting lost for a moment Xók almost missed the Man’da curse the man over Comm uttered before biting out
“Doesn’t that feel nice little bird? You may not need a tutorial but you like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you? Stop.”
A whine slips out as Xók does; eyes wide.
“Joha!—no please I’m sorry.”
“Did you stop?”
His wings snap above him and flared out; Xók’s face heats as he mumbles “Yes—”
There were a few slick noises and the deep voice gave a satisfied hum.
“Good boy—”
The harpy buried his face in the covers and whines but doesn’t dare move.
Joha sounds calm again as he asks casually.
“Can you reach the buttons at the base easily Xók?”
The shorter mando shifts his hand under and brushes them intrigued.
“Yeah—which one do I—?”
A pause as he makes a considering noise.
“Let’s try the black one—Now when it starts you can move; but slowly until I say otherwise”
Xok shifts things around until he sees the colors of the buttons; pressing the black button while still inside. The harpy’s breath stutters out in a whimpering trill —it feels like a mouth? A throat? /like Sha—/ his brain supplies and that makes him throb. Shame spikes.
“Mh—? oh fuck”
The slick sound of his hips moving quickly and the desperation in his voice has Xók fighting to not bury his face under the pillows to stop hearing it.
Joha sighs and murmurs.
“—I said slow.”
The thing squeezed him harshly and it shocks Xok so hard he cries out—soft noise as he presses into into the grip.
The first tendrils of suspicion start to take root in his mind.
A huff and the harpy croaks out
“Does this thing have a separate remote? And why the Kark do you have it??”
Joha doesn’t respond right away but the toy then starts to mimic swallowing and Xók starts to beg; shaking with the effort to not just drive his hips forward with fervent snaps like he wants to.
“Joha—oh stars. Please— please let me. Please I need it”
Crooning Joha asks “Do you think you can take my cock little bird?”
The Harpy makes a wounded sound not understanding the question for a moment.
“I want to—but you’re not here. I feel empty Joha please.”
A hissed out breath over the Comm before the other Mando reminds him.
“The toy sweetness—use the toy—can you? Or are you too far gone?”
Instead of answering, Xok bent backwards until his hand found a side of the box and yanked it over to him. Going by feel he found it and settled back in to position.
“How do you want me?”
Xok asks lowly; wondering where the cheek came from.
Eyes closed as he just teases himself with it.
The Comm crackles as Joha moans out
{Little bird I want you every way— right now? on your back in my bunk—writhing on my cock as I—I’ve got so much saved for you}
Xok complies so fast ; clenching on the tip and going slow—in a little and then out; softly whining. It’s just torture as he’s slick enough for more to fit.
The harpy’s eyes are bright as he stared at the Comm.
“You can’t cum then— not till you’re in me—please? Please Joha”
A curse and a delirious laugh.
“Soon—soon little one. I’ll be home before you know it. Now how are you doing? Comfy?”
Xók’s back arches a little as he laughed and sinks a little more inside
“Mmhm—you feel good Joha—do I have permission to begin? With the Stroker as well?”
His tone was trying for unaffected but came off as a little breathy.
It got Joha to laugh and hum casually.
“Do you feel a switch on the base? Once you’re ready—with both. Flip the switch and please do be as loud as you like—Can you do that for me?”
“Yes—” Xok mumbles as he looks up at the canopy of his bed and after a few times slowly driving the toy in and out aided by the slick of his own body Xók sighs out
“Want to kiss you while I do this—like kissing you— miss you”
Joha gave a low rumble
{I know—I miss you too Xok… are you ready?}
“Mhm—almost”
Xok shivers as he works the stroker down over his length and flips the on switch.
The harpy’s mouth falls open at the first hard trust inside him forces out the air from his lungs in an overwhelmed whimper. Rolling his hips up into the harsh ‘sucking’ of the toy on his cock—then back onto the mimic of the man whispering filthy things in his ear.
"Look at you—little one, taking me like a dream. Do I feel good? I’ve thought about this more times then is probably healthy. I tried not to but that first glimpse of your thighs while I was sitting on your sofa? —made me consider what you’d look like splayed over my lap. Thought about what you’d taste like— what you’d sound like. Especially when we spar. Thought about pinning you down and taking you on the mat. In the showers—The sounds you’d make echoing off the walls— but that’s just a fantasy. I don’t want anyone to see how well I fit hm?. So maybe I sneak in with you to that privet bathroom you’ve got a code to—lift you up onto the counter—kiss your throat and touch you like how I wanted to when I helped you shave. The way you looked at me—as I carefully shaved your face and throat smooth with my own knife? Got me hard and you didn’t even do anything. Wanted to tear off my damn helmet and nick your throat just to put my mouth on you. Wondered if you’d clench around my fingers every time I sucked a new bruise.”
Xok was listening but his heartbeat was loud and he’d tangled his hands among the pillows and now gripping his hair. Every little noise and whimpered praise out of his mouth in turn just highlighted in his mind that he was alone and no matter how good this felt. And it did feel devine—it couldn’t give him what he wanted.
“Joha—I need you. Holding me down filling me up. I miss your weight and your arms around me..I miss you—love please come home—this is good but it’s not enough.”
Even as he thinks he’s whining;Xok feels the pleasure peak and it almost hurts with the intensity of it.
{—Xok—sweetness are you alright?-hello—little bird— }
A dazed little coo left his mouth as his brain trickled back into his skull.
The Harpy is whimpering at the over sensitivity; wiggling one toy off and secretly impressed at the mess that followed as the seal broke. His leg muscles twitched as he rose up and worked the still moving aid out of him. Shutting it off with a tired hum.
{I’m here—I’m alive}
Xok paused at the state of his voice and his bed.
“Wow”
Joha’s amused “Hm?” drifted over him gently.
Xok squints at the Comm as he stands on shaking legs and gathers the mess together— then decide to pick up and secure his Comm so Joha can come with him as he puts the whole pile to wash.
“Hm? no—not telling. You have a massive ego as it is— any bigger and your helmet won’t fit dearheart.”
“Cruel words after I just made you feel so good—”
“Hmm”
{Have I made you forget how to talk? Stars} An awed chuckle that morphed into something dark and satisfied.
“Mh—shut up”
Xók’s face heats; laundering the sheets and blankets doesn’t take long. But that’s probably the thing he hates about masturbating; no one to carry him to the fresher or help him when he can’t move for a few minutes.
Joha’s yawn brings him out of his musings. Yawning himself Xók insists.
“You should sleep.. I know I’m going back to bed, I don’t have guard or kitchen duty today.”
The sound of rustling and Joha mumbles.
“I want to cuddle you so bad right now”
“Wish you could—” A yawn as Xok shoves a few clean blankets and sheets into the dryer for a few minutes.
The harpy stretches up onto his toes. “What’s your schedule like today?”
“Just maintenance
—resupply before—”
Joha yawns again; this time it cracks his jaw. Then the soft rasp of facial stubble on fabric.
The dryer dings and Xók fixes his nest and—almost crawls in.
“Hm Joha?”
“Yes Little bird?”
“Warm water and soap is okay for these right? I didn’t see any care instructions in the box—just different types of lube.”
Joha snorts “Sorry Xok Uhm let me see…hm yeah that should be fine. Ohh they use solar to charge that’s neat—”
“I’m not putting these on my windowsill—privacy screen or no!”
Joha started to sing a little something as he washed them. A thought occurred to him. What was the term—Post nut clarity?
Tone going from mild to upset.
“Joha—- how powerful is the receiver for the Stroker? Can’t be stronger then planet-side. ”
“I—was going to surprise you—”
An angry flap of his wings as he sets the toys to dry under the skylight.
“Consider me surprised—come cuddle me you asshole!”
“On my way”
Xók’s showered, fed Syril, dressed in his green robe and taken his morning meds by the time Joha rings to be let in.
As if she knows—Syril is bright eyed and pacing on the counter—cut to Xók as he paces the other direction. Tooka not yet yowling but any second now.
He /understands/
Removing his Buy’ce the taller Mando has the grace to look ashamed when he’s let inside; settling on the sofa-but soon he’s got a lap full of Harpy and a tooka on his shoulders. Both purring with no end in sight.
That is until they stop petting her and she leaves—offended.
Laughing Joha’s hands fall to the small of his back on reflex; the skin under his gauntlets tenses and he rips them off—not caring where they land when Xok cradles his jaw and presses their foreheads together for a few minutes of breathing and cuddling. His wings are draped over the sofa and his bare thighs feel the chill of the larger Mando’s armor making him squirm.
The harpy smiled—his resolve to stay mad crumbling at that look.
“Hello Xók” The man says quietly; dark eyes taking in the vision on his lap. Tilting his head and kissing his mouth. Chaste presses gaining heat as Joha noticed something different.
{What are you wearing?}
Blinking down at himself Xók replied {my robe? I just got out of the shower— couldn’t greet you naked—well I could have but—}
Joha slides his hands under the green robe and hums appreciatively.
Licking his lips and pressing his mouth to the shorter man’s jaw—a lick and Xók giggles.
{What are you on about? I’m not food}
Joha noses at his throat and sighs
{Mmh—you sure? You taste like candied blooms. A rare treat I—Man’da Xók you perfect boy.}
Then he’s touching as much as he can of the shorter man’s skin without untying the robe.
Joha protests when the harpy slide off his lap and settled on the floor.
Slow and reverent as he uncoupled each armor piece and settles them on the table with careful hands. Boots kicked off Joha picks him up; wings in a soft drape as Xók unties the robe and keeps looking at him as he drops it over the sofa arm. The bigger Mando groans and walks quickly to Xók’s room.
They fall into his clean bed and Xók makes a disapproving noise—tilting his chin up.
Voice and eyes sharp. {Suit off}
The Harpy is not shy about the way he watches the usually confident man fumble with the zipper of his own flight suit.
Pulling out condoms and scattering them in the sheets clumsily as his eyes hadn’t left Xók’s once.
At this angle he could kiss him easily; the suit came off and Joha was quick to lay down and pull him on top.
Gold eyes pinning him as the harpy rocked on his lap.
Joha grips his thighs and arches up while mumbling “What’s happening right now?am I dreaming?”
Xok blinks; still slowly moving his hips over the tent in the bigger man’s last layer.
“Do you dream about me often?—like this?”
He laughs; tilting his head to the side—perpetually unaware of his charms.
“Ohh as I said little one, probably more then is healthy —.”
Joha raises himself up and gathers Xók into his arms, kissing his lips in a coaxing way.
Xok growls and bites his lip enough to bleed and he can feel the human throb under him. A satisfied purr echoing as he grinds down.
Soft laughter in his tone the harpy teases.
{Still think you’re dreaming?}
{if I am let me sleep}
Joha kisses his jaw, nips at his throat. When he finds his rocketing pulse he zeros in on it and bites. One of Xók’s hands fly to the back of his head to keep him there and the other slips into his boxers; lowering them enough to rub their cocks together between their bodies.
“Joha—need you please?” The harpy trembled with the want to be filled. Wings rustling at the moan the taller Mando let out against his skin.
His larger fingers brushing gently at the seem of Xók’s cunt and still coming away slick.
{Here? Or here little bird—where do you want me?}
Reaching a little further back to rub between his cheeks; the harpy’s slick making it smooth circles.
Xok hissed pressing into both touches — thinking is becoming syrupy.
{Both? Do we have to use condoms?}
Xok gave a mournful little chirp.
Joha hesitated {Safety—}
Xók writhed; gaze imploring.
{You can’t get me pregnant Calamity—unless you’re afraid of giving me something? Medbay said I’m clean—I won’t grudge you partners— it’s been months…}
Joha kissed his jaw tenderly a low noise as he talks.
{No —None. There’s been no-one but you since I left.}
He shifted them forward;cradling Xók’s thighs by a kneading grip right before the curve of his ass.
Moving away to get rid of the ruined boxers. Kissing up his throat to nuzzle his face the taller Mando grins catching Xók’s half lidded expression.
“Cling onto me for a moment little bird, pretty legs around my waist there—mh good boy”
Shivering Xok takes a breath like he’s coming up up for air and turns his face into the meat of Joha’s shoulder. Firelight eyes slipping closed as the first soft press of the man’s dick has him clawing at his shoulders and biting down.
Xok let’s go immediately to cry out when that makes the bigger Mando press him down—brace his weight on his forarms by his head and drive his hips forward in a very slow deliberate move. Xok is panting —wanting to meet his hips but is quite overwhelmed to get everything he begged for in the same day. Joha kisses his face; his throat, his collarbones as he waits; the welcoming heat around his length is the sweetest torture.
The harpy locks his legs around Joha’s hips— melts back against the covers smiling softly; if a little dazed. Arching up in a languid shift to kiss his lips, a happy purr rumbling against the humans chest.
“Mh finally—you feel big—Nh you feel so good” Xok whispers quietly against his mouth between kisses.
The shorter man begins to roll his hips up and back; Joha’s breath stuttered as he groaned out a Mando’a prayer for strength—pressing forward till he was fully seated.
Mouthing at the racing pulse of the harpy’s throat as he started a slow pace;
Joha mused aloud.
{Where is my sweet boy? Mh not complaining—you know what you want little one. I like It—I like it a lot.}
Xok offered up more of his throat as he was again honest to the point of pain—swallowing thickly.
{He’s here—not quite convinced / he’s/ not the one dreaming—ah!—}
Joha bit hard enough to break skin and snapped his hips forwards. Hands now tangled in the human’s hair the smaller man whimpering and clenching around him.
{Nhh not dreaming—Stars—Mm I like your teeth in me}
Breathy little moans tumble from his mouth as Joha sucks at the wound and starts to rut into him harder. The harpy tugs at his hair—nails leaving lines at his shoulders. Xók’s talons aren’t fully sharp at the moment but they leave lines down his back; over the curve of his ass—anything to get him deeper—keep him there.
Joha kisses at the mark and growls out.
{You like it when I’m rough with you sweetling? Oh you’re a dream little bird. Mh—fuck haa ~you take me so well. Better then I imagined—and I’ve imagined it many many times—Nh so wet for me aren’t you Xók?}
Shyness creeps in : Xok turns his face away and closed his eyes; murmured something inteligible— it could have been ‘shut up’ or ‘bite me again’ but he’s definitely blushing.
He’s a mess of slick; /he knows/ —can hear it in the snap of their hips and feel it leaking down over his other entrance.
The pace slows speed but not depth and the human kisses the hinge of his jaw tenderly, whispering low in his ear:
{There he is—hello sweetheart, how are you feeling?}
{—‘m full, brain is kind of floating—why did you slow down? Getting tired?}.
The ‘old man’ is not said aloud but it’s present in the way Xok smirks softly; just a small uptick at the corners that Joha has no choice but to kiss and rise to the unspoken challenge.
{Brat} he says affectionally.
Mindful of his wings the larger Mando keeps them joined as he moves; presses them close by a hand at the small of his back and a hold on his nape as he settles back propped against the pillows.
A low groan from them both as Joha seems to reach deeper like this.
Xok grasps onto the larger Mando’s broad shoulders for support as he shifts a little—testing.
Kiss bitten mouth parting In a hushed moan.
Gold eyes locking onto Joha’s face as the man’s hands side down his back in a drag that feels possessive.
Sets his wings shivering—they flare up and out. Looking at them move then slowly back to Xók—Joha’s gaze is heated, wondrously adoring all at once—there’s an answering bloom of joy so strong it’s hard to breathe.
{I’m honored little bird}
Emotion slackens his tongue so Xok stutters out.
{You should be honored}
Even as he’s not sure what Joha means Xok blinks slow as the feeling seems to put spark to blast-powder.
Joha captures his mouth as he starts a fast pace; Xók’s fingers tangled in the larger man’s hair. Voice wavering into little gasps at each parting of their lips to breathe.
“Joha—m’ ah~ah —oh stars you feel amazing love—please-m’close—“
Joha smirks against his mouth and pulls back amid the protest—forgiven just as quickly when he slowly takes Xok in hand.
“You can—-Mh I know I‘m going to—”
Xok moans as he rolls his head back; Joha attaches himself to his throat and the pace goes frenzied.
The harpy feels it happening and the want to bite and ride him at the same is definitely a new one.
A stuttered breath as his muscles lock and the human bites his throat again—whining against his skin as he paints his insides—and there’s a lot.
Joha goes boneless and sags against the pillows; heart beating wildly under Xók’s ear. The smaller man nuzzles his chest, content to lay there as a low purr starts up.
The larger Mando palms the back of Xók’s neck and rubs;the purring gets a notch louder.
The harpy stares at him; gold eyes glowing and worried.
Haltingly he starts to speak; voice wrecked. {I think we have a problem—} Joha kissed his forehead—near close to passing out.
{Whats the matter?}
{You’re still hard— and I think that’s my fault}
Before the other Mando can deny it Xók shifts a little and Joha moans, gripping at his hips to keep him still. Voice full of wonder.
{That—-is—I am. This isn’t normal for me—or hasn’t been in years…is this your —Rook? }
{I’m sorry}
Xok hides his face and his wings curled around them both.
{Did you do this on perpous ?}
Insulted Xók lifts his head and stares at him mouth trembling.
{I would never—}
{Then you have nothing to apologize for—do you hear me?}
The Captain came out a little more when Xók was needlessly penitent; now though he could feel the way it affected Xók as his muscles tensed and fluttered around him—the harpy looked at him and opened his mouth to apologize for that too.
Joha tangled his hand in Xók’s hair and tugged his head back; instead of an apology he whines and rocked his hips a little.
Joha hissed out a breath and soothed the shorter man by loosening his hold and rubbing at the base of his skull; up into his hair and then back down.
Xok rose up onto his arms and kissed him slowly; wings shaking themselves out and seeming to preen.
The urge to /move/ despite his tired state rages in his blood and Joha listens to it.
Dark eyes consuming and he nearly folds the smaller Mando in half as he rolls over.
Xók’s hair and wings fan out over the covers in a bewitching fashion as he reaches for him. The breath of Joha shoulders on full display as he slowly retreats and slams back in—again and again.
Xok offers himself up to it gladly— Joha’s tongue laving at his throat as he uses his slight and gentle hands to touch every part of the larger man he can reach. It becomes a blur of feeling and hunger.
Joha lacks the equipment to lock but that doesn’t stop him from trying his best to stay as flush as he can—grinding their hips together and pressing into the sting of nails raking his back.
During the lucid moments between round eight and nine, They showered. Joha unpacked his bag and stored his armor in the hallway nest.
Xok sits with a cup of caf and watches the sun signal noontime from his spot on the sofa while Joha talks to Commander Kode about his return and to inform him that Xók will need a few days off due to an illness and needing to quarantine. Humor in his eyes as he accepts the commander’s sympathies and ends the Comm.
Patting his lap the Mando relaxed as Xók curled against his chest;sun warm and drowsy. The oversized shirt he wore let his wings drape sleepily over the side.
{Are you sure you don’t want something to eat?}
Xok asks quietly when Joha takes his empty cup away.
The other Mando snickers and gets swatted on the shoulder.
{I ment—Food!}
Xok laughs but his eyes lose some of that sleepy cast.
He still offers though; as he isn’t sure the man’s eaten since he landed.
“Even if it’s something simple like toast, bacon and eggs—we could do breakfast burritos or you can help me make pancakes—I’ve been putting you through your paces and I’m worried you’re going to get hurt somehow —”
Joha kisses him gently on the mouth—lingering and moving until he’d maneuvered himself to laying propped by the sofa arm and his head between Xók’s thighs.
{Dearheart—} the shorter man breathed. If that was a warning or something else he couldn’t tell you.
Joha’s hands are deliberate as they tucked his shirt out of the way and guided his hips forward so his mouth could swallow him down—easily and with the ardor of a man starved.
The harpy’s hair curtains them as he grips the armrest liken a lifeline. Joha is looking at him while he’s urging him to thrust forward . Xók’s mouth falling open in wordless praises. The rasp of stubble at his inner thighs making his cock twitch. Or maybe that was Joha choosing to slowly drive him made by introducing two fingers into the slick heat of his cunt at the same time as swallowing around him.
A high keen {fuck~this isn’t what I meant ahh-ah about feeding you~oh Stars~Joha! }. The mando gave a satisfied him around him and Xok lost the control and rolled his hips faster. Shivering as the man’s tongue wriggling made his body grip his fingers like a vise. {Nh—yess~ah—you feel so good—you’re so good to me—mh fuck Joha}
Xok wasn’t sure if this babbling he fell into during sex was normal but it seemed appreciated as Joha doubled his efforts to suck the Man’da out him to reduce him to tearful bucking whichever happened first.
His wings convulsed and that motion flooded down his spine and he couldn’t think.
When his senses returned it was to the slick sounds of the larger man kissing the skin of his inner thigh as he jerked himself off. Xok turned his head to watch—but then decided he didn’t want to just watch. Joha focus switches to him immediately as he arches over and falls to his knees on the carpeted floor, groaning and tearing off the shirt to further cushion his knees.
Dazed and concerned Joha sits up;voice rough but alarmed.
{Are you alright?—Xok?—ohh~fuck.}
The harpy makes a home between his splayed thighs and begins open mouth kissing up the underside of Joha’s length; tongue against the vains before he tries to take him in his mouth. Staring at him as he does just to see if he’s doing this right.
Joha tastes different. It’s not off putting just new. Closing his eyes Xok is dazed and relaxed enough that the first tentative thrust against the back of his throat doesn’t make him gag at first—so he swallows and whimpers.
{Ohh~ don’t you look good like this? How is it possible that you look so sweet with my cock between those pretty lips? Hm?}
Joha’s hips stutter up as he’s been hard since he got his first taste of the Harpy’s pre flooding his senses. Still so careful he asks: breathing fast and slowly petting his hair.
{Can I get rough with you like this little one? Will you let me? You’re doing so well~}
Xok pulls off with a gasp and nods; he’s trembling with the need to know what his seed tastes like.
{please? Please let me—}
He begs; firelite eyes intent as he slide his hand over Joha’s in his hair and fists it.
{—you can—please?}
The next moment Joha was slowly pushing his dick past his lips and gently tapping the back of his throat to see if he’d choke—he does. Moans around him and closes his eyes as Joha retreats and starts to go faster. Gripping his hair with both hands and snapping his hips forward while Xók claws his thighs and holds on for dear life.
Purring and groaning; shifting his hips against the texture of his shirt.
Heartbeat so loud in his ears he almost can’t hear Joha saying obscene things like prayers to the Man’da .
{Goood boy~ oh Xók you’re perfect~I’m so so close it’s not long now l~ yess just a few more now darling—oh you’re so eager for it arnt you? Don’t worry~ oh fuck yes Xók take it—-}
Joha thrusts far enough that he couldn’t taste it exactly—when his hands go slack in his hair for a moment. Xok is pulling back a little and swallowing with a moan as it hits his tongue. The harpy lets up when Joha pulls him off and hauls him into his arms.
Dazed trill leaving his mouth as the man is just as enthusiastic kissing him now as with tasting his blood on Xók’s tongue.
When they separate for air the Harpy is rocking on his lap and looking at him in silent dazed apology.
Joha gathers him up and kisses his face in small pecks as he carries them to the fresher.
{You did so good Xók—we need to shower and maybe sleep if we can okay?}.
Voice low and rumbling as he gently caresses his sides as Xók bucks his hips against Joha’s abs —The bigger Mando shuts his eyes tight then breathes out.
{And after that I’m making us food— you need the rest}
Washing was a trial as Xók kept trying to climb him—only calmed after he indulged in that thought and got to hear the harpy’s voice echo off the tiles. Joha massaging the base of his wings while he took him from behind like warriors do. Xók was vocal as he tried to find purchase on the wall—-the combination of lube and his own slick making the way Joha fit there feel better then the stories he read of first times with men. The heat along his spine flared brighter; the roaring in his veins was quelled for a time. The larger man pressing him to the tiles with his bulk and driving the air from his lungs with each slow glide of his fingers—maddening to Xok as he only used his fingers.
After washing again Xók was calm, wrapped in a warm towel and purring as Joha helped him braid his hair and blow dry his wings.
The both of them are covered In a layer of Bacta as they settle in for sleep. Joha in some charcoal black sleep pants and Xók wearing the long-sleeve shirt that came with them.
Xok was purring loud against his throat as they drifted into the dreaming on the newly clean bed. Cocooned in the blankets, after a moment Xók squirms {Mm~empty—gods this is awful Joha I’m s—}
{What did I say about apologizing? Which do you want?}
The taller Mando shifts around and waits.
{The one that looks like me—? Want to give you a break and it’s got a flared base so nothings going where it shouldn’t while I’m asleep}
Joha hums as he grabs that one and carefully helps him get situated before they drift off to sleep.
Joha wakes around 7am the next morning according to the Chronometer on the side table. Xok is still dead to the world but his body is shivering, he wraps him back up in the blankets to keep him peaceful a little longer.
Arching his back and taking a moment to breathe. Sleep falls away; thanks to never being able to sleep in unless they put him under. Joha sets to cleaning up the apartment and getting breakfast ready. He did laundry and tidied up the living room.
Placed the treats for Sa-Lang and Lord Savage on one side of the counter on his way to search for the waffle maker Xók had gushed about finding discounted.]
[When Cayssan’dra had opened her door to see her son there glassy eyed and at such an odd hour—she had no choice but to drag him into a hug that he nearly collapsed into.
{Hello little one—}
As the door shut behind him Xók gave a distressed chirp; clinging to her like he’d not done since he was a child. Wings lax—smelling of sugar and chocolate to the point where it almost covered his scent completely.
{Baking again?}
She teased knowing why; it was a secret so naturally the whole castle knew. Her son didn’t answer right away just let the tension in his shoulders drop.
When he spoke there was a quality to his voice that made her think he’d not been sleeping much these days.
{Mother— there’s something wrong with me.}
Caysan’dra lead him over to the long sofa and settled with him there. Voice serious but gentle in a way few ever heard it she asked.
{What happened?}
Xok took a breath and the words poured from him with the honesty she was so fiercely protective of.
{I’ve accepted my feelings for Alo’r and Joha— and my friend Sa-Lang too. Still —I know thoughts are not deed’s— but I wanted Lord Savage to kiss me— my heart is a selfish and greedy thing mom—can you help me make it stop? }
Xok folded forward and laid his head in her lap; a small sob has her fingers combing through his hair before she can even think about it.
{Oh my darling bird— you never do anything by halves do you? Alo’r Maul, Lord Savage and his consort—and The Captain of the Guard? Your grandmother would be so proud of you!} A huff of laughter—not mean spirited but almost gleeful.
Xok hides his face and she continues in a gentler tone still combing through his long hair.
{You will face no judgment from me—you are my son and I love you. People talk an awful lot when they think no one’s is paying attention…}.
Xok gave a derisive snort.
{They seem to do nothing else—it’s a wonder the Palace runs as smoothly as it does— I suppose they must work as well as they gab….. there was something else— I am ashamed to come to you with this but the HoloNet gives me nothing but filth—}
Xok looks up at her; gold eyes red rimmed but he finds his voice:
{I’ve been having dreams and wake up affected— Sha assured me this is normal. But it’s nearly daily now and the hunger— It lingers…practically all day}
Xok hisses and his wings shudder as he finished in a softer tone. {That is definitely not normal behavior for me— is it because I’ve not cohabitated with someone I’m intimate with before? Am I dying?}
Understanding blooms and Cayssan’dra does laugh then—harder at the ruffled way Xók stands; frustration making his wings flare and fluff—also stop being so vague.
“It’s not funny! All the HoloNet gave me was secret and graphic Harpy porn!— I had to wipe my datapad search history due to the shock of it mom!”
She stills his hands from flailing further—tone kind and her face open—honest as she says simply.
{It’s just springtime little one—completely natural for you especially at this age…}
Xók’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open for a moment before he feels a deep blush start: he croaked out weakly—
“Please don’t tell me—I— no! This is the worst timing—”
Mando’a slipping into Basic with a bewildered wheeze.
His mother arches a brow. {Delaying it after not having it will only make it stronger. Your mother and I tried that—still ended with me throughly made pregnant after two weeks in bed instead of one}
Xok stares at her uncomprehending for a moment.
“Mom—can I even get someone pregnant? or have—a clutch? With the way I am—”
“Harpies are both carriers and givers—it’s all up to personal leanings and their health”
Her smirk softened then she frowns.
“I’ve really dropped the ball on these talks with you if you arn’t aware of the basics”
Xók feels a little defensive when he replied.
“The Medbay did a full panel on me—by human standers I should be sterile since half my equipment is internal—something about body temperature”
His mother gave a dismissive wave
“They only counted your human half— if your concerns are birth control I have a recipe your Ama used diligently right up until the cycle we conceived you”
Xók breathed out “How are you so causal about this?”
Cayssan’dra grinned and pulls him forward until their foreheads rested together.
{My son-there is no shame in this—in you or your several trusted options in partner. I want you to be happy— happy and safe as any parent wishes.}
“Thank you mom—I’d really like to not have to worry about chicks the whole time—how will I know when— it starts?”
The harpy kneels and sits tailors style on the floor; chin balanced on his palms.
“Your scent will get stronger— when you we’re little Ryeia would hold you close as she rocked you saying they smells like the meadow that grew around my childhood home! Seeetgrass marigolds and wild poppies’ she said with the most beautiful smile—singing and rocking you” She paused but after a soft smile at him speaks again:
“It weakened considerably when you had me removed your wings but now that they’ve matured along with you, it will start to get more noticeable. It will shift; sweeten, especially at the beginning of your cycle as a warning—a sign to prepare… touching will feel different—better. You might bite or like to be bitten—that will probably heighten if already something you enjoy.—”
“Mom—”
She keeps talking
“Cycles can last a week or more if you’ve put it off— and any moment you arn’t being touched by your partner will feel like a moment too long. Now to the maters of sex—”
“Mom no—”
Xok falls sideways and covers his face.
She talks louder.
“You will feel the need to get into someone or have someone fill that empty feeling— or possibly both”
Cayssan’dra laughed at his expression. And adds
“There are toys for this if you don’t have a partner/partners. in mind—”
Xók actually perks up at this; “I could go through this without having to bother someone?”
She looked crossly at him.
“Your needs are not a bother!”
“I hate being an inconvenience—I just got reinstated I have my duty to Alo’r—my work with Grann. I can’t afford to disappear for a week or more just because my harpy dna decided I needed to fuck—to be flooded with cum until my body is satisfied”
“Xók’ore!” The harpy flinched at her tone.
”—I’m sorry mom that was too far. I should go”
Her gaze softened and she nods.
{Get some sleep little one. I’ll get you the herb tonic by Primeday of next week. A cap full every morning and you won’t have a clutch unless you wish to— condoms should be used just in case but there are other ways to have sex then the ones
That end with children you know?}
Xok nods “the HoloNet is a vast and dark place— I’ll look into the toys. Thank you for talking with me”
He hugs her and merely purrs for a few minutes before letting go and getting up.
“There’s a loaf of chocolate swirl bread in with the cookies—good n—”
Xok looks at his Comm and sighs.
“Good morning— I’m going to bed”
Xók goes home; the castle is quiet as the first rays of dawn as he reaches his apartment. Sa-Lang is sleeping with Syril on his chest. He takes a hot shower; keeping his wings out of the stream but washing everything else.
Pulls on a shirt and crawls into bed—tucking himself against Sha’s side and letting the quiet breaths and his scent lull him to sleep.
[He does not know the time when they fall asleep; Xók’s head on his chest and his arms gently curled around Sa-Lang’s rose red shoulders—his arms keeping him pressed close—he is warm—safe.]
[Xok drifts into the dreaming unwarded —nary a link of Beskar on him; weither its due to their proximity or Sa-Lang speaking The want out loud—Xok sees it as he would most nighttime visions—but it /feels —more/.]
[The Harpy is —-full.
Kisses raining down on his shoulders; the back of his neck and a rumbling purr accompanying the ones on his collarbones.]
[The gentle rocking of Sa-Lang inside him pulls a gasping little whine each time he moves— tearing his eyes away from the easy way the Zeltron keeps his thighs open. Xok looks up and his eyes meet Savage’s.]
[The expression on his face is something he’s not seen— the heat of it makes his cock twitch and he clenches around Sa-Lang enough to drag a broken moan from him. As if Xok has done so intentionally—Savage leans in and does something with his tongue; coaxing his nipples to peak and then—bites]
[Scrabbling at the back of his head; a contented groan as his smaller hands grip the Zabrak’s thick horns. Xok is a mess of slick— its on his belly; smeared from his dick— steadily easing the way inside him for Sa-Lang— in a bid for grounding touch Xok reaches back and grips warm skin since he cant kiss him right now; could be an arm or thigh. While he slide his fingers among his friends latter-horns a slightly press as he mumbles his plea for a kiss. He can feel the growl in his ribs—makes him writhe. Dazed Xok watches the large Zabrak’s cock flush a darker yellow and throb; the ridges leak more like Savage can feel thats where his eyes are focused.]
[Savage quickly kisses, bites up his jaw and chases a whimper to capture his mouth. The harpy’s eyes slid closed then he feels the carful glide of his large fingers alongside Sa-Lang’s cock. One—two—its teasing like they know he can take them both. Xok trembles anew—he wants.]
[The thundering of his heartbeat drowning out when he talks—muffles the desperation in his voice when he begs—follows him out into the waking world. His wings straightened from the languid drape they had been in sleep to try and cover his face out of habit.]
[A quiet warbled noise slips out as Xok tríes not to move much—- grasped for the hum of Beskar and slips a ring on his pinky as his pulse tries to settle. It stutters when he looks to see if Sa-Lang is asleep and gold meets green in the dim light.]
As a Mandelorian Xók never gave much thought to his way of living as being absent of touch.
He was held by his parents as a child; played outside as children do— he even had a habit of nursing injured animals back to health when he’d found them. He quite liked touching plants and flowers between his fingers to feel what they felt like.
He touched things-, plants, ships ,droids, animals, people.
So when moving back to Mandolore with his Buir to serve someone she thought could rebuild them to a height Xók was too young to remember.
He was an adult among Mando’s who were not family but he thought them Vod. {family-siblings}
And they fought and celebrated like family—joked like family.’
The Mandos in his group often got smashed and talked of fine faces and sang songs of pining and pleaser. Xok felt at odds with it as he’d not felt need to—it sounded messy and complicated. And thus they thought him younger of their group—trying to coax him into establishments for such things. So he could fine /whatever/ he was into—some took it personal when he declined—even if it was on their Credits.
Khal had been one of them; the loudest among them. He’d offered to show him the best places and help him find someone—anyone. It was like his lack of interest in any of that was a thing to be whittled away for Khal’s own peace of mind.
On one occasion they had gotten him so far as inside one of the local clubs- the noise and the bodies pressing in on Xók was overwhelming. They got him drinks that burned and he found he liked the ones with fruit more. Xok and Khal sat in a booth. He could feel the other man starring at him as he watched everyone around him with curiosity and enjoying the lights and the music more then the close dancing.
Khal leans in closer and speaks in his ear. Tone seemingly sincere and what Xók imagines to be brotherly— though he truly doesn’t know he never had consistent age mates.
“Xok’ore, come on you can tell me—what is your deal?”
His face scrunches at the use of his full name— but he reasons they aren’t close to get to call him Xók.
He stops sipping this really nice lavender fizzing drink and faces Khal when there’s a hand on his thigh and it squeezes.
Freezing; Xok can feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of his pants and he hates it.
Looking pointedly from the hand to the man’s face expression unimpressed as he removed it like he’s touching a piece of wet bread.
Alcohol fueling his resolve and lack of filter.
“My deal Tor is —fine fine I’ll tell you .—I prefer the company of men—present company not included.”
Xok regrets instantly; as something crosses the other man’s expression—so quick it could be mistaken for a trick of the lights.
There is shock-intrigue-anger all too quick for the shorter man to process as the lights flash around them.
Xok slips out of the booth and puts a few credits in the slot.
Without leaving the booth Khal catches his wrist over his leather jacket and he can feel it—Xók hates that too.
“Why don’t you like me? Everyone likes me—”
Xok stares down at him; expression incredulous.
But now he picked words with more care.
“I don’t know why—but—I don’t have to explain myself to you—let go of me—”
Using the man’s shocked demeanor Xók pulls his arm free and makes his way back to the Palace.
After that night Khal always had something to say about Xók.
And Xók—he would ribe him back because he thought the barbs did not sting.
What did sting was the day Khal hauled him in—back against his chest and mouthed at his neck like he had permission; whispering that he smelled so good — like wildflowers—better then anything he’s dreamt.
Joha is doing the last of his checks before take off.
The soft sound of wings register through his Buy’ce and he stays where he is. Back to the open hatch where he knows Xók is standing.
There was a brittle attempt at a joke when Xók announced his presence by asking “Permission to board Captain?”
The silent Mando hunches his shoulders and shakes his head no still refusing to look at him.
“So—that’s it? You’re leaving ? For how long?—Sir please—J—”
The hurt cut into him with each word and when he turns to the shorter man; he’s barefaced in his kitchen uniform with his cloak thrown over—barely keeping composure.
Joha reaches for his cowl and hauls him into the ship as he slams his palm against the shutting mechanism.
The momentum sends them both into the oposite wall and into a slow slid to the ground.
Xók’s climbed him bodily; heart beating wildly and arms locked around his neck. Cradled in his lap as they settle on the floor.
“Joha—what have I done? Why are—”
Golden eyes go wide as the hiss of his Buy’ce releasing stuns the question.
It clatters to the hallway floor and Xók tightens his hold.
He shuts his eyes tight and buries his face against Joha’s shoulder.
{Look at me—Xók }
The boy gasps softly; body going cold then warm.
The sound of his name from /this voice/ makes something in him fizz.
But still.
The shorter man shakes his head; voice a little wobbly.
{No—you—you put that back on— I don’t want to get you in trouble—}
A warm chuckle against the shell of his ear makes his face heat rapidly.
{My job is finished little bird — that’s why I’m leaving—look at me Xók?please?}
Anger flares and Xók rears back to lock eyes with him. In the dim light of the hallway Joha’s eyes are dark and soften when they meet his.
It makes his stomach flip the feeling he sees there; warm and openly adoring.
There’s a birthmark just under the man’s right eye— the smile lines— the shape of his mouth that’s ticked up slightly in one corner as he’s watched in return.
Joha is quiet as he just looks at him without the barrier of his t visor.
This face is familiar under his hands as Xók cups both sides of his face gently.
The shorter man feels a touch petulant when he says finally.
{Shield Brother—“You let me call you old man—- when you look like this??”
That shocks a laugh out of him that Xók can’t help joining in.
{That’s not what I was expecting you to say the first time you saw my face}
This makes Xók grin as he touches their foreheads together with gentle hands.
{I live to subvert expectations— I thought you knew that about me by now Joha—}
The teasing ended abruptly when the other man leans in and angles his face to the right.
Joins their mouths; curious to find out what his name tastes like.
Xok closes his eyes and hums into the kiss— this was tamiles territory.
As the taller man’s hands make the slow crawl from his thighs to his waist then slowly up his back to touch at the soft feathers at the base of his wings -the noise Xók makes in the back of his throat is new.
So is the way he rolls his hips and and bites at Joha’s lower lip hard enough to taste copper on his tongue.
Joha stutters out a low groan arching up into the press of their hips ; Xók feels the shape of him through the fabric of his flight-suit and makes another noise between a sigh and a curse.
The man’s large warm hands fly to his hips and clamp down. Joha’s mouth moves from his jaw to his throat and that leaves Xók free to babble half formed praises and attempts at Joha’s name.
Controlling the pace with the grip at the taller Mando’s nape, him sucking at a favorite spot makes Xók lose focus and squirm on the man’s lap . Wings twitching with aborted stretches as he tries to shift back and find balance bracing himself on John’s thighs
{Mmh—this feels really— good oh stars—but this isn’t what— I —came here —for—}
The taller mouthed at his pulse point before meeting his eyes; stare piercing.
His voice was rough and it made the shorter man hesitant as he entreated:
{Come with me Xók — you asked me in the past to go on assignment with me. Come with me}
For a second he hears another voice— Xok felt a lump in his throat and his body go cold so quickly.
“It’s too sudden Joha— I want to— I do! But—”
He’d scrambled off the man’s thighs and stood on shaky legs.
A helpless noise found it’s way out and Xók covered his mouth; pressing himself against the door. Alarmed Joha rose slowly as to not agitate him further.
{Xók? What’s wrong?}
/this isn’t him—he is a corpse—you pulled out his heart with your own hands—get a hold of yourself!/
Panic welling up in him; the shorter man pinned Joha in place with his golden eyes rimmed with tears.
Xók tried to explain {I want to go with you— I do but I’m—There’s my work and I’d have to find someone to feed Syril — Ari and Buir and—} /Alo’r Maul/
Xók flinches hard at that wound and his wings arch up— try to shield him from it.
Curled up tighter, Xók is mumbling “I’m sorry” in every language he knows; tears streaking silent down his face.
Joha touches him with gentle hands; coaxing him into his arms with soothing words murmured until Xók is cradled against his chest; wings lax and he is no longer apologizing.
{I was too rash—Xok I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to make it sound like if you didn’t come with me you wouldn’t see me again—}
Xok made a distressed little trill and tucks his face against Joha’s chest plate; the cool touch of Beskar a comfort to his heated face.
{That’s exactly what I thought—you ASSHOLE!} Xók rasps angrily as he grips at Joha’s shoulder armor.
Joha drops his head to the top of Xók’s softly; his hair a curtain as he whispers carefully.
{I love you Xók—So you can’t get rid of me that easily— Shield Brother}
Looking him I. The face now; awed Xok makes a happy noise that’s somewhere between a coo and a trill; wrapping his arms around Joha’s shoulders.
{-Love you too} he says easily as breathing— he kisses Joha’s face .
The crinkle between his brows; his nose his cheeks and gently on the mouth once -twice—lingering there as the taller man cups the back of his head and kisses him back.
There was no rush; this felt different.
Xok couldn’t place why but his heart beat fast all the same.
Resting their foreheads together; eyes closed.
Joha spoke first:
{I’ll be gone for three months— the job looks like a difficult one—}
Xok hums in understanding before asking quietly.
{Whose the target?}
Joha smiled softly and opened his eyes to commit Xók’s face to memory; peaceful and his if even for a moment.
{it’s a personal job not a bounty puck— I’m going to find my mother- I think it’s time I reconcile with her}
Xok opens his eyes in surprise and is momentarily distracted at the mirth that crinkles at the corners of Joha’s warm gaze trained solely on him.
Can’t help the smile that blooms on his face Xók exclames:
{That’s wonderful! Oh— I feel doubly worse for not being able to go with you—it doesn’t feel as helpful if I support you from here—}
/I’m a horrible friend /
Xók thinks dazedly as Joha holds his chin carefully and kisses his lips gently before putting a hand to the ka'rta in the middle of his chest plate.
{You’ll be right here— and I’f I miss the sound of your voice I’ll Comm you}
Xok was recovering from the way his mouth tingled; eyes going soft as the words register.
{I’m going to miss you —crushing me in my sleep—so so much—}
Joha kisses him again but it’s more of a bite that makes the shorter man smirk against his mouth.
When the taller man pulls back he knocks their heads together gently as hisses out; affection ringing out.
{Brat I’m trying to be soft here}
Xók’s eyes go pleading as he shifts closer and nuzzled Joha’s cheek as he responds
{—and I’m being very soft and serious—I’ve gotten used to you in my bed and now it will be too big without you.. I’m going to miss you Joha truly—}
The taller Mando cuts in {it’s only three months. We are not at War—-}
Trying to sooth the anxious way the boy’s wings twitched. The look Xók gives him stops that thought and he swallows the feeling.
“We could be—-isn’t that what you always told us in the training hall?”
Tone serious Xók admonishes switching back to Basic as he stands; dusting off his knees and giving him a cool once over.
Joha swallows at the look and his inappropriate response to it.
“Maybe your optimism is rubbing off on me?” Joha says as he schools his features with the years of practice he’s had.
Poor choice of words.
But Xók’s only response to that is to grin and carefully pick up his Buy’ce-kiss the t visor gently and hand it to him with that same soft smile that touched his eyes.
Looking down at the black Beskar, Joha hold his helmet like he’s found something new there— and maybe he had. Not feeling like putting it back on yet—
Xok gets his attention quickly when he says in a stern tone a clear mimic of his own.
“Stand up—“
Joha finds himself standing and leaning into Xók’s orbit, the shorter Mando looks back at him with reassessing eyes and one brow quirked up.
Xok speaks after a moment
“Safety to you Captain—”
Joha kisses him again—not wanting the weight of duty to bring him down from such height just yet.
Xok laughs as he attempts to real him back in.
Pushing at his chest and dissolving into more genuine laughter.
“Go— the sooner you leave—the sooner you can come back—”
Joha lets his Buy’ce seal the melancholy feeling in with him.
Touching the hatch panel with more care then before.
There was a spark of mischief as Xok gently pulled him down and kissed his t visor.
“A parting gift— for luck —when morons want eye contact ‘they can trust’ ”
The shorter Mando repeats with clear mockery in his voice.
Joha’s hands move to sign before he switches the amplifier on; hands free to pull him in close and speak directly in his ear.
{What have you done?}
Xok blinks and can’t hide the shiver— close as they are Joha definitely notices.
Okay that’s new.
“I —” Xok starts and then looks down at the other pair of googly eyes in his hands.
“I made these for when I go on off world missions and people don’t trust me since I won’t give them eye contact —I’m sorry Sir I can take them off— “
{Leave them be—come here}
The Captain leans down and Xok shifts up on his toes to gently press his forehead to his t visor. Xok feels gloved hands frame his face and rub at a cheekbone carefully.
The larger man’s aura keeping people from looking too closely or too long.
Gloved hands move away and one comes back to take hold of his chin again. Xok is further flustered when all he says is :
{Behave yourself}
Before releasing him from his hold and walking back up the ramp.
Xok steps back a few feet till his knees hit a stack of crates. Pulls his legs up and sits in an odd way as he watches Joha leave.
Something wraps around his heart and squeezes— but no forbidding feeling follows which he counts as a blessing.
When the ship has left the atmosphere Xók wonders if he laughed when he saw the eyes.
Despite the fact that even the thought of kissing Alo’r Maul makes Xók flustered and speechless-- the dreams are far beyond that —and he can’t for the life of him think of why.
By the Maker—the man has never even touched him.
This was madness
The dreams have not stopped —and confuse him further.
Xok feels extremely guilty for them even though he can’t really control when they happened — was this normal? Did this happen to everyone?why??.
He could count on one hand the amount of times he had crushed on anyone— but this felt /worse. /
His crisis isn’t that Alo’r Maul is a man— No, he likes men. That’s fine.
It’s not Maul himself either— he respects the man; cares about him and wants to see him happy or the Lord Maul equivalent of happy he supposes.
The issue is Xók— he’s?sick?
No that wasn’t the right word— this felt like he was twitterpated .
He’s already tried not sleeping to get his mind to reset but now no matter how much caff he has—he passes out eventually— thankfully never out in public— once in the library though.
That was reckless .
His mind flashes to Khal’s face as he died —unprompted.
Fear skitters up his spine and leaches the warmth from his place under a sunbeam on the floor.
Xok stared at ceiling and felt his eyes tear up from the—shame?fear?.
/was he just like Khal? Is this just what prolonged feeling, does to someone?
/How do I stop this feeling before it’s too late?/
He don’t want to die from this— that would be stupid.
/Could a healer cut this feeling out of him? A mind healer?/
He was laying on the floor of his living-room —the most recent dream shocked his waking mind so hard he fell off the sofa.
Cursing twice upon impact as he landed on his right wing and for the echo grip of black leather gloved hands holding him immobile against a wall while Alo’r Maul kept —whispering -and driving all other thought from his head with his—.
Wings shifting anxiously Xok shut his eyes tightly at the noise that left his mouth.
/No
—nope. Stop it you sound pathetic—-/
Alo’r Maul was his king—what?
Yes they were friendly but he is Mandalo’r and Xók is one of many. Easily replaced—that was the order of things; as it should be.
But— Xók trusts him; cares about him on a personal level. They’re friends
Maybe.
and he is content with that— surprised most days actually but that’s more from Xók’s low expectations of people then any mark on Lord Maul’s character.
Though sure the man seems to like getting him flustered but surely he’s just bored?
Xók can’t begrudge him entertainment where he can find it.
That doesn’t explain the dreams where the sense memory of those ridiculous black silk sheets cliched in his hands—he’s only seen them up close once.
/That first day/
The times after he’s avoided looking too hard. More focused on fixing tea and not making a fool of himself verbally— he tries so hard.
Guilt twisted sharp in his stomach and Xók preceded to pull the blanket towards him enough to hide under—either out of shame or a bid for comfort.
Xók checked his Comm and groaned; he had guard shift in an hour and then kitchen work for a little bit with the nighttime locked into helping Buir with her work.
Xok stretched his arms up and his wings followed the movement of his raised shoulders; extended out in a languid sweep.
They were nearly his height fully extended— just out of their teenage molt.
He’d kept them comfortably folded in a stretch mesh to keep the feather scattering to a minimum.
That had been mortifying the first day when Joha had mentioned it; helping him pick up the fluff and rush back to his place to sew up some wing sleeves.
It was unprofessional and probably a health hazard if he had been working in the kitchens.
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