fic: bumping beskar
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wrennettebumping beskar (462 words) by wrennette
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Din Djarin/Boba Fett
Characters: Din Djarin, Boba Fett
Additional Tags: Fighting As Foreplay, Sparring, Hand Jobs, Blanket Permission, DON'T COPY OR REPOST TO ANOTHER SITE
Series: Part 1 of bobadin week 2021
Summary:
Din bites his lower lip to keep from groaning. He's admired Boba's strength and willingness to charge into a fight from the day they met, but somehow this is different. With them tangling for fun on the mats nearly every time Din visits Tatooine - and Din coming to Tatooine more and more frequently - Din's becoming more and more familiar with the way Boba moves.
Admiration is shifting to appreciation, and the next time Boba pins him, Din can't quite swallow his the way his growl of frustration slides into a groan of desire as Boba holds him down just a little bit longer. Boba shifts, not letting Din up. His knee presses firmly, knowingly, up between Din's legs. Boba tilts his head down, touches their helmets together in a soft kiss. Din trembles, and grinds his aching cock up against Boba's well muscled thigh.
Everything stills.
Boba presses down a little more insistently, and Din's hands scramble over him. This time he's seeking purchase to strip Boba, rather than fight his way free. Boba's hands move just as roughly over Din, and they fumble with their armour fastenings like a pair of adolescents barely past their verd'goten'e. They barely get their pants open before Boba is rocking against Din again, and they grind together eagerly, hands fumbling beneath their layers to squeeze firm muscle and sweaty skin.
Din groans as Boba's sweat damp hand wraps around them both. Din's already leaking, almost embarrassingly close to coming in his shorts. But from the way Boba's cock twitches against his, sticky with precome, Boba isn't far behind. They rock together, settling into a fast, hard rhythm. Their armour catches and clatters, and Din comes with a whine as Boba's fingers squeeze him tight.
Boba groans, following Din over the edge into orgasm. He lays, panting, over Din for a few moments, then rolls, flopping on his back at Din's side. Din isn't sure what to say. He's the one who turned Boba's suggestion of a spar into a possibility for more, but he's never done this with someone outside his covert before, and even then not often.
"Next time I'm getting you naked," Boba says.
"Next time?" Din asks, not refusing the possibility outright.
"I guess I'll have to convince you," Boba says, and even through his vocoder, Din can tell that Boba's excited at the prospect. Din smiles, warmth fluttering in his chest at the thought of Boba courting him like in one of the old epics.
"I guess," Din says. When he turns his head, Boba is already turned toward him, and Din is certain their eyes meet and hold, even through both their visors. A smile stretches Din's cheeks, and he reaches out, covers Boba's hand where it rests between them.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Din Djarin/Boba Fett
Characters: Din Djarin, Boba Fett
Additional Tags: Fighting As Foreplay, Sparring, Hand Jobs, Blanket Permission, DON'T COPY OR REPOST TO ANOTHER SITE
Series: Part 1 of bobadin week 2021
Summary:
Admiration is shifting to appreciation, and the next time Boba pins him, Din can't quite swallow his the way his growl of frustration slides into a groan of desire as Boba holds him down just a little bit longer.
Din bites his lower lip to keep from groaning. He's admired Boba's strength and willingness to charge into a fight from the day they met, but somehow this is different. With them tangling for fun on the mats nearly every time Din visits Tatooine - and Din coming to Tatooine more and more frequently - Din's becoming more and more familiar with the way Boba moves.
Admiration is shifting to appreciation, and the next time Boba pins him, Din can't quite swallow his the way his growl of frustration slides into a groan of desire as Boba holds him down just a little bit longer. Boba shifts, not letting Din up. His knee presses firmly, knowingly, up between Din's legs. Boba tilts his head down, touches their helmets together in a soft kiss. Din trembles, and grinds his aching cock up against Boba's well muscled thigh.
Everything stills.
Boba presses down a little more insistently, and Din's hands scramble over him. This time he's seeking purchase to strip Boba, rather than fight his way free. Boba's hands move just as roughly over Din, and they fumble with their armour fastenings like a pair of adolescents barely past their verd'goten'e. They barely get their pants open before Boba is rocking against Din again, and they grind together eagerly, hands fumbling beneath their layers to squeeze firm muscle and sweaty skin.
Din groans as Boba's sweat damp hand wraps around them both. Din's already leaking, almost embarrassingly close to coming in his shorts. But from the way Boba's cock twitches against his, sticky with precome, Boba isn't far behind. They rock together, settling into a fast, hard rhythm. Their armour catches and clatters, and Din comes with a whine as Boba's fingers squeeze him tight.
Boba groans, following Din over the edge into orgasm. He lays, panting, over Din for a few moments, then rolls, flopping on his back at Din's side. Din isn't sure what to say. He's the one who turned Boba's suggestion of a spar into a possibility for more, but he's never done this with someone outside his covert before, and even then not often.
"Next time I'm getting you naked," Boba says.
"Next time?" Din asks, not refusing the possibility outright.
"I guess I'll have to convince you," Boba says, and even through his vocoder, Din can tell that Boba's excited at the prospect. Din smiles, warmth fluttering in his chest at the thought of Boba courting him like in one of the old epics.
"I guess," Din says. When he turns his head, Boba is already turned toward him, and Din is certain their eyes meet and hold, even through both their visors. A smile stretches Din's cheeks, and he reaches out, covers Boba's hand where it rests between them.
