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It’s a Tuesday, so Luke gets home late from work, already worked up from the texts they’d exchanged earlier in the day and the thoughts that had followed him all the way home. He’s staying over at Din’s tonight, and Grogu is already in bed at this time. Normally he’d be a little disappointed about missing a chance to hang out together, but tonight he wants something else, is glad he doesn’t have to shove the feelings away to act put together in front of a kindergartner.
They’ve been texting on and off throughout the evening, so Din knows where he’s at, what’s on his mind. What he wants tonight. It’s a Tuesday, he’d done his shot a few days ago, spent the whole evening bored out of his mind at work, nothing to do but daydream about getting fucked within an inch of his life. The perfect storm for him to let himself in through the back door and immediately go to Din on the couch.
Luke climbs onto his lap, knees on either side of Din’s hips, and kisses him like he’ll die if he doesn’t. Din, who was half heartedly watching The Office, reaches a hand out for the remote to shut it off, but keeps his attention on Luke.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Luke says.
“Yeah? Did you get distracted while you were at work?” Din gets his hand up the back of Luke’s shirt, strokes his fingers over the small of his back.
“Ugh, you know I did!” Luke laughs. “Don’t play coy.”
Din laughs too. “Okay, okay.” Kisses Luke, laughing a little at first and then melting into it. He gets a hand in Luke’s hair, pulls him down to get a better angle. Like this, straddling Din’s lap, Luke is taller than him, and he savors it.
They kiss for a few long minutes, and then, even after that little stimulation, Luke feels himself getting wet, rocks his hips down against Din’s. “Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” When they’d first started this, it had felt a little like breaking the mood to have to be this open about it, but with a child around, there’s really no other option.
Din grinds up against him in return, lets Luke feel where he’s hard as well. “Yeah.”
They walk to Din’s room together, Din’s hand on his ass, curling into his back pocket. Din locks the door behind them, because while Grogu is typically a good sleeper, they don’t want to be interrupted. Luke doesn’t mess around, immediately shucking his pants, underwear, and socks and collapsing onto the bed. Unsexy, maybe, but he can’t be bothered to wait. He spreads his legs wide, reaches a hand down to palm over his cock for a little relief. Lets out a long, low groan. Slips a finger inside himself where a little bit of slick drips out.
Din, looking down at him, still mostly-dressed, groans in return. “Do you know what you look like?”
Luke grins cheekily. “Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?”
In response, Din just yanks his t-shirt off over his head and reaches for the button of his jeans. As soon as he’s naked, throwing the clothes off the side of the bed without a care for where they land, he rolls on top of Luke, pressing him into the mattress. The weight feels good, and Luke loves where he can feel Din’s hard cock against his belly. Arches up into it.
Din kisses him, intense and hot, and runs a hand down Luke’s side over his shirt. Sneaks his fingers up under the hem over his hip, traces over the soft skin there. He’s so good like that, respecting Luke’s boundaries without making it a whole thing. Luke loves him for it.
“Can I use my mouth?” he asks.
Luke, who is wet and aching and hard and would say yes to pretty much anything right now, moans and nods his head frantically. “Please, fuck.”
Din scooches down the bed so his head is level with Luke’s cock. Wraps his hands under Luke’s thighs so he can prop himself up a little on his elbows. Licks one long stripe over him, and then takes him in his mouth carefully. Luke’s cock isn’t so big, not like some of the other guys he’s seen online, but the way Din sucks on him, so gently but just right, makes him feel like it doesn’t matter.
They stay like that for long minutes, Din focusing on sucking Luke’s cock and Luke trying not to absolutely lose his mind. He knows they need to be at least a little quiet, cognizant of the existence of babies and neighbors, but it feels so good . It’s like they didn’t do this literally two days ago, his shot making him hornier than usual this time of the week. Din’s mouth is so good, and he moans so prettily when Luke tangles his fingers in his hair, pushes him against himself a little bit. His scruff tingles the inside of Luke’s thighs in the best possible ways.
Eventually, though, Din does pull back, swipes a hand over his red, damp mouth, panting just a little bit. “Do you want to come like this?” he asks. Luke has to take a moment to clear his mind, to think of anything other than the animalistic need to touch himself and come immediately, cock almost aching with the sudden lack of sensation.
“Ugh, fuck, Din,” he says, laughing a little. He hitches his hips up into the air futilely. “No, I guess? Do you want to fuck me?”
Din mercifully rubs fingers over Luke, giving him what he needs so he can focus a little, but also definitely sidetracking him. “Yeah, of course.” Luke can see a muscle jumping in his jaw as he tries to hold himself together. “Can you grab the lube?”
Luke twists, fishes it out of his bedside table, and holds it and a condom out to Din. He makes quick work of the condom, placing the wrapper out of the way and rolling it down onto his cock, slicking himself with lube. Luke takes some lube too, rubs it over his hole and fingers himself a little perfunctorily. Even that feels good, and he moans, watches Din’s hungry eyes on him.
“Are you ready?” Again with his care and consideration, as if Luke hasn’t been ready for this for the last fifteen minutes.
“Yeah, please.”
Din lines himself up, grips one of Luke’s thighs to position him how he wants him. Presses in. With the amount of lube they’d each used, it’s an easy slide, and the feeling of him filling Luke up is incredible. “Fuck, yeah, that’s so good,” he says.
Din groans too. “God, you feel good.” He starts thrusting, driving into him at the pace that experience has taught them feels the best for both of them. Luke starts stroking over his cock, gathering some of the wetness from around his hole to ease the motion.
He loses time as Din fucks him, his fingers on his cock, the sounds of the lube and Din’s cock and their combined panting, the faint creak of the bed. It feels so good, he feels so good, like he never wants it to end. When he does come, it’s almost a surprise, sneaking up on him when he thought it was surely still too soon. “Fuck, Din, I’m gonna come,” he gasps out.
“Oh yeah? You feel good baby?”
“Yeah,” Luke says, chin dimpling and eyebrows coming together. “Fuck,” his hand moving faster over himself as he tips over the edge. Din keeps fucking him through it, moans at the feeling. They’ve done this enough times that Din knows how he wants it, doesn’t stop fucking him, doesn’t even really slow down. Luke lets his hand slip off of his cock and uses his less-sticky hand to pull Din’s face down towards him for a kiss, brushes his fingertips over Din’s nipple, sighs damply into his neck. Strokes a hand down his side. Curls his leg higher up over Din’s hip.
After a few minutes of this, when he can tell from the rhythm of Din’s thrusts that he’s starting to get close, he puts his hand back on his cock, sets up a pace that he knows will make him come quickly. One orgasm is never enough for him these days, not satisfied unless he can get at least two. Din looks down at his hand, at the strip of belly that’s visible below his t-shirt, and then back up to Luke’s face.
“Yeah, touch yourself, fuck, I’m gonna come soon.”
“Shit, yeah,” Luke says, hand speeding up. “Are you gonna come inside me? Fill me up?” They both know he’s not, know he’s wearing a condom, but the idea of it is mind-meltingly hot. The idea of Din’s come dripping out of him, his hole wet and messy with it. Luke thinks about it a lot, the steps he’d have to take to make it possible. Dreams of the day when Din can come inside him. Pretends to be into it a normal amount. Fails epically.
“Fuck,” Din says, and thrusts his hips forward a final time, the movement jerky and stuttering as he comes. Luke clenches down on him and strokes himself a few more times until he comes too. Uses his bent legs around Din’s back to pull Din down on top of him. Din goes, using his arms to stop himself from totally crushing Luke, before he rolls to the side and pulls out. Ties off the condom and puts it in the totally innocuous and inconspicuous bedside trash can.
As soon as he leans back into the middle of the bed, Luke gloms onto him like a koala, spreading one leg across his crotch and one arm across his chest. If this has the effect of bringing his still-throbbing cock into contact with Din’s leg, that’s no one’s business but his own. He rubs himself against it a little bit, making Din chuckle, and then nestles his head against Din’s chest for a good cuddle.
Din has an arm around him, strokes his fingers slowly over his shoulder through his shirt. They lay there in silence for a few moments before Din groans, turns to the side, and gropes on the nightstand for his glasses and cellphone. Luke grumbles slightly, holding onto him, but doesn’t put up too much of a protest. Din looks good in glasses, especially like this, well fucked and loose with it, hair curling over his forehead.
Luke sticks his hand under one of the pillows where he knows his own phone ended up before they started this. Uses Din’s chest to prop it up as he scrolls through his recent notifications. They lie there together, warm and a little sleepy, enjoying the physical comfort of being together, for long minutes until Luke’s stomach grumbles loudly.
Din laughs. Luke feels embarrassed for a few moments and then also laughs.
“Do you want something to eat baby?” Din asks him, running his hand over Luke’s thigh.
“Yeah,” he says. He’s always so hungry, now.
“I have some leftover pasta I can heat up for you.” Din says, loving and only a little teasing.
“Okay,” Luke says.
Din pushes himself up to sitting, forcing Luke off and out of his cozy warm spot. Luke makes a grouchy little sound at that but forces himself up as well. Searches for his underwear on the floor next to the bed and pulls it on. Walks into the kitchen like he owns the place and starts fishing around in the refrigerator for the pasta noodles. A little thrill goes through his stomach when he feels Din come up behind him, wrap his arms around him. Peek over his shoulder at the food he’s dishing up. Brush a kiss over the side of his face.
He’s wearing his underwear but no pants, and Luke loves the feeling of his leg hair prickling against his thighs. He loves everything about this situation: the little apartment, the warm, comfortable silence between them, the knowledge of Din’s child sleeping safely nearby. The sated, happy feeling he gets after sex like this, sex that feels affirming and right, the way Din takes such good care of him.
He should tell him, maybe, he thinks.
Luke eats the pasta in the kitchen, bent over the sink so as not to dirty the countertops, and then they head to bed, stopping to brush their teeth but not much else. Working late on Tuesdays takes it out of Luke, even if he gets to go in early, and he’s happy to curl up with Din in the dark, the bed soft, dragging him into sleep.