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Din and Luke have known each other for almost six years now. They’ve been married for a year.
Din falls in love with him all over again every single day.
They’re sparring. Again. Din is losing. Again.
It’s not like he can help it, Luke is so attractive when he’s in the heat of battle. It’s amazing to see how he can go from smiling and sweet to Jedi Master in two seconds.
Luke gives him a grin, but it’s more feral than friendly. He twists, locking their blades together for a second, black against green. Luke’s eyes flash a beautiful color under the harsh light, then he breaks the lock and leaps, using Din’s chest as a push off. He flips off Din, sending him tumbling onto his ass again, the fifth time in an hour.
Din lifts his head, watching as Luke plants his feet on either side of Din and levels his lightsaber just under his helmet.
“You’re distracted.” Luke says.
“You’re distracting.” Din says back.
In an instant, Luke goes from Jedi Master, to his Luke. He distinguishes his lightsaber and lowers himself until he’s straddling Din’s hips. If Din wasn’t hard before, he is now.
“What’s distracting about me?” Luke whispers.
Well, everything. His eyes, his hands, his thighs, everything.
“You.” Din says instead. Luke smiles softly, slowly leaning down and resting his weight on his hands on either side of Din’s helmet. He’s close enough that Din can hear he’s only slightly out of breath, “hi.”
“Hi.” Luke whispers back.
“Door.” Din says. Luke turns his head and glances towards the door, and when Din hears it beep, he rips his helmet off, tangles a hand into Luke’s slightly damp hair, and kisses him for all he’s worth. Luke tumbles down to his elbows, pressing their chests together as he kisses back with just as much force.
Din pulls away slightly to whisper, “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“You don’t know what you do to me, cyar’ika,” he groans, dropping a hand to Luke’s hip, “you’re addicting.”
“What’s addicting about me?” Luke whispers, his voice turning more breathy as his face slowly turns red and his pupils dilate more.
“The way you fight, the way you talk, the way—“
“The way that only you can take me apart?” He teases. Din moans, nodding frantically as Luke slowly grinds his hips down, “take me apart then.”
Din doesn’t need to be told twice. He flips them in one fluid motion, pinching the seams of his gloves with his teeth to pull them off. Once those are off, Din pulls Luke’s shirt off and runs his hands up and down Luke’s smooth chest.
It’s almost a muscle memory, the way his hands immediately flatten and go to the sensitive spots near Luke’s ribs, the ones he found their second time together. As usual, Luke shudders, his chin ducked to watch Din’s hands move up and down on the pale canvas of his skin.
His armor loosens as Luke pulls it off with the Force, but he pays it no mind. He watches as the flush on Luke’s face slowly bleeds down his neck and stops just below his perfect collar bones.
“Din…” his riduur whimpers.
“Hmm?” He intones, watching as Luke’s chest rises and falls.
“Please, get on with it,” he pleads.
“You’re addicting.” Din says instead, now speeding up. Luke’s legs flex around his waist, but Din squeezes his sides in reprimand, “don’t flip.”
“Get on with it!” Luke pleads again, “please, gedet’ye!”
Din moans, reaching into his discarded weapons belt to get the lube he carries around for situations like this. Luke teased him mercilessly when he found it (“you carry lube? Cheating on me?”) but Din didn’t care, and he didn’t really listen. He was too transfixed on Luke’s smiling face, like he always is.
Luke’s smile could give the Tattooine suns a run for their money.
He slicks his fingers up, watching Luke’s face as he spreads him for Din, preps him to take Din the way he always greedily does.
Luke’s pants are only half off, the same way they were on their third meeting, when Din first proposed to him, when Din decided to show Luke his face.
“I didn’t know about the beskar,” Luke admitted, biting his lip as his flush grew darker, “I just wanted you to come on this mission with me.”
Din skillfully brushes the spot right over Luke’s prostate, smiling softly as Luke gasps and arches, his body a beautiful bow, the bow that only Din has ever seen.
“Please.” Luke whimpers, wiggling his hips, “not gonna last. I can’t keep this up.”
“Keep what up? Distracting me?” Din whispers. Luke laughs breathlessly.
“Yeah. I’ll be less distracting if you fuck me.” Luke promises, but they both know it’s a lie.
“Fine.” Din says, slipping his trousers down enough for his cock to slip out. He slicks himself up, impatience itching under his skin. Slowly, he lines himself up and slips in, groaning lowly as Luke immediately bucks his hips to take him deeper.
Once their hips are flush together, Din presses their forehead together, wondering which sounds he can get out of Luke this time. The wheezes, or the cries, or the hiccups, or the moans, or the frantic pleads of ‘don’t stop!’
Luke tucks his hands under Din’s tunic, no doubt finding an area in Din’s back to dig his nails into, as Din sets a slow but rough rhythm. Luke jerks every time their hips slam together, soft choked moans escaping his pretty throat.
Then, Din angles his hips, and Luke throws his head back and hiccups. Din smiles slowly as Luke’s moans catch in his throat in adorable hiccups as their hips meet. He keeps his rhythm slow but harsh, stealing Luke’s breath with each snap of his hips.
Din trails his hands down Luke’s ribs, to his hips, digging his fingers into the skin, watching as the skin turns red under the pressure.
“Din,” Luke whimpers, pulling him out of his thoughts, “please, faster, please, please—“
“I could keep you like this all day,” Din whispers against his throat, “falling apart under my hands.”
“Pleasepleasepleaseplea—“ Luke whimpers, scratching strips down Din’s back.
Din mouths wetly at a spot under Luke’s ear, then pauses to say, “how long do you think you’d last if I really took my time with you?”
Luke tosses his head back and cries out, then fades back into hiccups, pleading a prayer of ‘please’ and ‘faster,’ Din sinks his teeth into one spot instead of speeding up.
“I think an hour. One day we need to test it. Vhey.”
“Yes! I’m yours! Yours, all yours, oh- I’m—“ Luke gets cut off as Din pulls out and flips him, trapping Luke on his knees, his hips high, “oh—“
Din presses in again, pausing when their thighs meet.
He doesn’t want Luke to come just yet.
Forcing himself to keep still, Din slowly runs his hands up Luke’s back, pausing to press against a few sunspots he finds, then gently pulls Luke’s hair.
“Please!” Luke whimpers again, the bond shakes and shivers, warning him that Luke is on his edge, “Din, please, please, I want to— I want—!”
Din gives in, pressing a hand between his shoulder blades to press his chest down to the mats and arch him better. This way, he hammers into Luke’s spot in a way that makes Luke lose control of the Force. Din shakes his head fondly as Luke yelps, and objects start floating,
“Just like that!” Luke cries, tearing at the mats, “don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Din groans, taking in the way Luke arches to take him deeper, the way he jerks forward only for Din’s hands to pull him back, the way he shakes and trembles, the way—
He tightens his grip on Luke’s hips and yanks him back, rolling his hips. They come at the same time, Luke pushes his hands under him and arches more, painting the mats with white strings, Din fills him up with a deep groan.
Not wanting to crush Luke with his weight, Din pulls out and rolls to the side, laying on his back next to him. Luke lays his head on Din’s chest, one hand going back under his tunic to trace patterns on Din’s chest.
“Am I still distracting?” Luke whispers, pressing his cheek to Din’s chest, where his heart is.
“Very.” Din whispers back, kissing the top of his blonde head.