Hi tess, just dropping in to say I personally think rebels maul likes to be edged and/or overstimulated 😌 that's all, enjoy the rest of your day my friend 💕 (also pls ignore me if I'm actually 100% wrong with this take ldjsksks)
IVY!!!! GALAXY BRAIN!!! GENIUS!!!! Truly an inspirational thought that slapped me straight into being horny 😈 So I take your likes to be edged and overstimulated and raise you Maul begging you throughout the entire thing.
"Please, Starlight." His raspy voice has grown desperate the longer you make him endure. "Please I'm so close. I'm so close. Please let me cum." He is close. Dangerously so. His synthetic cock doesn't pulse with need and desire but you can read it plainly in the way he gasps for air. The way his hands pull at you. Trying to hold on lest he be thrown away. You can read it in his force signature. Needy. Desperate. Close.
But you know him. You know Maul. Always asking for too much, taking things too quickly when his prize is right. there. His control slips and he flings himself off the edge without a second thought.
Lucky he has you. Lucky he has you to remember his well laid out plans. It doesn't matter the curses he spits into the air as you withdraw your hand. He means them for himself, not you because he hates how much he desires this. He hates how badly he loves this. Suspended, stalled, left to thrusting his hips only to meet the cold air of the room. His lithe muscles convulsing in frustration and denied pleasure.
"Starlight," your name is a whisper. An ask. A plead for more. The beginning of the long cycle you entwine yourselves together in. You work Maul up until you pull away at the last second.
It's an exercise in patience. A practice of greed. And not just for Maul. With every cycle your passion grows just as intensely as his. It turns into a race to the bottom. The first one to lose wins. Or is it the other way around?
Things like that are difficult to remember when it gets this far. When you begin feeding off each other's emotions. You forget to pull back because the only thing in your head is to take take take and if you paused to parse that idea you'd be hard pressed to figure out from who's mind that thought originated from.
So instead you push forward. Climbing on top. Taking him in. He shudders and he gasps and he cries out into the universe as Maul finally finally receives what he wants. But that feedback loop is still in tact and you're not finished just yet and really— neither is Maul.
Too much is both a gift and a punishment. The best things always are. Or at least the things you both want because Maul is still Maul. Asking for too much. Taking things too quickly. Wanting more. And how could you say no when it feels this good?
