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There were few things in the galaxy that Luke found more attractive than Din in his full king get up, Darksaber on hip or in hand and sitting comfortably on his throne. They’d been married for a couple years now and both were busy men, Din with his planet and people and Luke re-building his version of the Jedi order. Then, of course, there was their son who took up much of their free time. All in all, it had been awhile since they’d managed to find some alone time for themselves.
The New Republic had been causing Din some issues recently, trying almost desperately to convince him to join them but Din and his council agreed; Mandalore was to stay an independent system. A few Senators were displeased with the decision, making underhanded insults towards Luke’s husband. They were all lucky Luke hadn’t been there to personally hear those insults. Although, his sister had been, which was how he knew and she had made all three of them suffer for bad-mouthing her brother-in-law.
Meanwhile Din had been busy assessing some issues with various construction repairs around the capital city of Sundari. When they drove out the Empire remnant from their home world, the bastards made sure to leave behind a few nasty surprises that had sadly taken out a few Mando’s. Therefore, construction had slowed drastically and they needed to be very careful moving forward.
Luke himself had been called off-world to collect some force-sensitive orphans that Ahsoka contacted him about. The new Jedi Temple built on Mandalore had been given to Luke as one of his many wedding gifts. It was not far out from Sundari, also cupped by a glass dome and inside the natural flora thrived. Due to the glass dome, the re-planting and care of Din’s people and the force that Luke used to encourage the growth. Now, after two years, the land was a lush jungle with crystal blue rivers trickling around it. It was the first time Mandalore had been anything but desert in many, many years. In the center, sat the beautiful new temple. Constructed from a mix of plasticrete and beskar and decorated with the most stunning display of stained glass that both spoke to the history of the Jedi Order and to its own construction story.
It was a much more stunning Temple than Luke ever dreamed of having and he loved it deeply.
He’d settled the children into their new home, introducing them to the other students and left a few force-sensitive Mandalorians that chose to work in the Temple to look after them. He missed his husband and was eager to make the quick journey home to the Palace where his family resided. Grogu was currently with Uncle Paz and would be until tomorrow. Which hopefully gave him and Din some time together. Worried that his husband would get himself into some never-ending meeting, he sent a message through comms to let him know he was almost home.
Stepping off the speeder, Luke found several Mandalorians greeting him as he entered the Palace. He stopped a few times, talking to those he knew and really did need to catch up with. It was probably inevitable but Luke was glad that he’d managed to make some good friends here. This was, after all, his home now. But on the other hand, he was also in a slight rush.
Luke had spent some time cleaning himself up before leaving the Temple. He made sure to leave his undergarments off so that once his cloak and tunic were shed, the only thing he’d be wearing was his necklace. A black rope necklace with a beskar mudhorn dangling from it.
“Skywalker, you look like you’re in a hurry.”
Luke paused and turned where he stood, “A little, Kryze. Can I help?”
“Oh, not at all.” The redhead laughed, “Lest I get between the Mand’alor and his king consort, especially when it all makes sense why he cancelled the last meeting. Throne room, King-Consort.”
Luke blushed but nodded his thanks and began to walk hastily towards the throne room. He could feel his skin flushing beneath the loose clothes and didn’t want to take longer than necessary to see his husband. Now, Luke merely nodded and smiled to those he saw instead of stopping to talk to them.
Finally, he reached the large doors to Din’s throne room and merely waved a hand, using the force to push them open and quickly shut behind him. And then, stopped short.
Din sat comfortably on his throne, thighs spread, lightly resting one hand on the arm rest and Darksaber lit in the other as he moved it around, examining the lightly glowing black blade. Even with the mask on, Luke could tell that Din’s gaze was on his saber. The sight was enough that Luke’s mouth felt dry and his cunt felt warm.
Slowly, he took some steps forward, drifting closer to his husband. Shortly before he reached the steps to the dais, the Darksaber suddenly deactivated and Din lowered his hand to clip it back onto his belt. His beloved definitely knew what this was doing to him.
“ Ner riduur .”
Luke knew Din loved when he spoke Mando’a, though Luke knew it wasn’t always his strong suit.
“ Cyare , come up here.” Din’s voice was low, smooth as Corellian whisky with his usual smokeyness, “It’s good to see my consort home safe.”
The Jedi walked slowly, as he climbed the steps and he gripped his cloak tightly from the inside. His husband was still sitting back on his throne, the picture of royal indifference and radiating confidence. Luke supposed he could, when he looked the way he did. Finally, he reached the space between his husband’s spread thighs.
“And it’s always good coming home to see you where you belong. There’s something else though…”
He could hear the smirk on Din’s face as he sat up, brushing his hand over the tunic covering Luke’s abdomen, “Oh? Something missing from this picture?”
Luke reached to grab one of his king’s hands and moved it until the warm appendage was sliding below the waistband of his pants, cupping his bare hip. He didn’t need the helmet to be off to know when Din’s realised he had no undergarments o n.
“Me.”
Luke’s whisper became a gasp as Din’s grip tightened and he was pulled forward roughly. With a groan of ‘mesh’la’ from his husband’s lips, he began tearing at the cloak and tunic, peeling the dark fabric from Luke’s already flushed body. It didn’t take long for the fabrics to be dropped to the floor and Luke was, not for the first time in his life, naked in the Mandalorian throne room.
Din’s hands moved gentle and lovingly, caressing over Luke’s abs, cupping his hips, tracing the scars beneath his pecs before moving to his nipples. Such soft touches that already had Luke wet and wanting, his breath becoming slightly ragged. He knew his pupils were blown wide as he watched his husband. His husband, the great King of Mandalore, famed for uniting his scattered and traumatised people, sat upon his beskar throne, touching and looking at Luke as if he was the greatest treasure of his life.
Suddenly one his hands, still gloved, moved to cup Luke’s cunt. Luke gasped and tensed. Teasingly, the fingers didn’t delve any further, just sat over the top and held.
“Fucking piryc .” Din’s whispered, “And if I’m sitting on my throne, what are you doing in this picture?”
Luke had no idea what piryc meant but he wetted his lips before speaking, “Worshiping my king.”
Din took both his hands off of Luke’s flushed body then and sat back, adjusting his legs but keeping them as wide as they could get, “Well, ner riduur , make it so.”
He dove for Din’s waistband, undoing the middle of his flight suit and reaching in for his cock. Din lifted his hips slightly, helping Luke pull his cock out but made no other noise or movement. As soon as he was within view, the Jedi dropped to his knees and licked his lips . Luke’s mouth dropped open and he leaned forward to kitten lick at the swollen head of Din’s cock. His tongue moved up and down, circling the thick muscle and smoothing over the pulsing vein on the underside. One of Din’s hands reached up and grasped Luke’s hair, encouraging him to move further. Luke took the notion and quickly took the cock into his mouth, opening his throat up to push further.
The blonde choked a little and his throat fluttered but he pushed forward, determined to get as much of Din’s cock down his throat as he could. Finally his nose met pubic hair and Luke paused, just feeling the pleasant weight of his husband against his tongue and the back of the throat.
From his left, there was a sudden trilling noise, the sound of an incoming comm called he realised. Luke’s baby-blue eyes shot up to Din’s dark T-visor, questioning what his husband was going to do. With the hand in his hair, Din encouraged the blond to continue moving and so he did, tightening his throat, suckling and stroking his tongue over what he could from theis tight fit. Meanwhile Din… answered the call.
“ Ner Mand’alor, we have the trade agreement back from the Duke on Kalevala. They wish to discuss several matters pertaining to the frequency of shipment and their sizes.” One of Din’s council members spoke from the comm, “They are happy for me to divert this call to you now or contact you later today.”
The man stopped talking then, clearly waiting for a response from his king. Din hummed before looking down at Luke, tightening the grip in his hair. He held Luke in place suddenly and the Jedi fought to breath through his nose, tears pricking in his eyes. Then, he was pulled back, ripped off of the thick cock. Pants came from him harshly and he could feel saliva clinging to the corners of his mouth. Luke knew how he looked in that moment.
“Later.” Din growled before pressing the disconnect button to the call.
Luke was pulled up and onto Din’s lap, his knees sinking to sit on the small space left on either side of Din’s hips. He whimpered as he felt Din’s wet cock sit against Luke’s even wetter cunt.
“Such a good riduur , taking my cock so well.” Din purred and moved his spare hand to stroke two fingers into the wet heat of Luke. “But you can do more, I know you can. Come on, show your king how good you can be.”
Luke moaned as he dropped his head forward until their foreheads touched, “I can… I can be so good for you, my love.”
He reached a hand below himself then until he was grasping the base of Din’s cock and whimpered some more as he shuffled until the tip was sitting snug against the wet entrance to his cunt. Slowly and with his eyes locked onto the T-visor again, Luke lowered himself. Groaning thickly, Luke could feel the thick cock sinking into him, splitting his walls wide open.
“That’s it, mesh’la , so tight and wet, all for me.” Din growled as Luke’s ass met his thighs, having taken all of the man into him.
He felt so full. Full and warm and stuffed so, so good . The feeling was dizzying, sparking so many good feelings through Luke’s body and mind. He already felt so fucked out. He knew his mouth had dropped open again and his eyes had rolled back. Suddenly, Luke felt a stinging smack against his ass and his eyes shot open.
“Move, cyar’ika .”
Luke nodded dumbly and did what he was told, lifting himself up until the tip of Din’s cock was barely in him and then, dropped down fast and firm. Both men groaned at the sudden movement and Din’s hands moved to grip his waist. Luke moved his hands to his husbands shoulders, the fingers of one hand curling under the helmet to stroke the curls at the back of his head.
He used the shoulders as leverage, lifting himself back up off of Din’s lap before slamming back down and repeating the movement. It wasn’t long until the blond found his head had fallen back and his mouth had dropped open. Desperate, mewling sounds poured from the Jedi’s mouth, a mantra of pleas and his husband’s name and title.
“Din, ah, ah… dank farrick.” Words tumbled from Luke’s open mouth, “So good, so fucking good.”
His husband merely growled, breathing hard and clenching his waist tightly. Out of nowhere, there was the loud sound of the throne room door opening and Luke snarled. Yet another interruption to their reunion, all Luke wanted was some time with his husband. Below him, Din chuckled darkly and Luke stilled. The way Din was seated and due to the height of the dais, Luke knew whoever had walked into the room would only be able to see him from the lower back and up. So his ass was thankfully hidden from view.
“Esok.” Din’s voice was amused, “What do you want?”
Luke barely suppressed a growl. There were few people in the galaxy Luke could say he strongly disliked (never hate, of course, the Jedi way and all) but Esok was definitely one them. He may have even been at the top the list of currently alive most disliked. The young Mandalorian had made it clear from day one that he didn’t believe a Jedi should be the consort to the Mand’alor. He also never bothered to hide the utter hero worship and lust that he held for Din.
The boy constantly made crude comments whenever he could and overall just grating Luke’s last nerve. So that was perhaps why Luke’s second emotion to annoyance was smug pride. Now the insufferable boy would see that next to Luke, he meant nothing to Din. Luke definitely wasn’t big into exhibitionism but this was a slightly different scenario…
He could hear the boy stuttering and coughing just as he began rolling his hips again. Din’s hands tightened and he felt a small thought of confusion come from his beloved. Then, Din seemed to realise what Luke was thinking and dank farrick, if that man was ever so slightly force-sensitive. Soon, both men were rolling in their matching smugness as Luke continued grinding and rolling. His smug grin was cut off by a moan as the head of Din’s cock rolled over his g-spot and he dropped his head forward to Din’s right shoulder.
“I said, what do you want?” Din growled this time, “I’m enjoying some time with my riduur , if you hadn’t noticed. So make it quick or get out before the show gets little more explicit.”
As he said the last word, Din shifted his hips to make his cockhead once again spear Luke’s g-spot and the Jedi couldn’t help the small wail.
“Mand’alor, sir, I was seeking audience to discuss some new training regimens for the graduating foundlings.”
Din tensed and stopped moving then. Luke could feel the cold chill of anger radiate from his husband and moved to press hot kisses on the exposed area of Din’s neck, attempting to keep him calm.
“And you think that right now, when I am fucking the love of my life, is the time to do that?” A few seconds of silence passed, “Get out!”
Luke heard the throne room door swiftly open and slam shut. Din was still for a few moments more and then suddenly his helmet was off. He pressed a sweet kiss to Luke’s lips, cupping his face adoringly.
“I’m sorry, cyar’ika , this is supposed to be just for us.”
Luke smiled sweetly and kissed his husband again, “ Cyare , we’re together, that’s all that matters. I could care less for council members or Esok. Now, I don’t know about you but I really need to cum.”
Din laughed and suddenly stood, lifting Luke off of his cock and dropping him to his feet. He used his hands to guide Luke to where he wanted him, standing to the left of the throne and then gently bent him over. Luke placed his hands on the right arm rest and rested his abdomen on the left armrest.
The blond gasped loudly and tightened his grip on the armrest as he felt Din’s thick cock re-enter him, spearing through his wet cunt until meeting his g-spot again. His husband only paused for a second, readjusting himself so he had one hand on Luke’s waist and another on one of his shoulders. Then, Luke could do little more than wail and gasp and moan as Din began railing him. Each thrust landing firmly on his g-spot and it only took a few minutes for tears to start dripping from Luke’s eyes as he pleaded with his husband.
“Ah, aahhh, Din, oh little gods!” Luke cried, “Please, oh, oh fuuuck. Fuck, I need it, Din, my love, please. I need you to cum in me, please.”
Din chuckled, “You need my cum, huh? Oh, cyare , I’ll give it to you but I need you to cum for me first.”
He dropped his hand from the shoulder and moved it around and under Luke until his fingers met Luke’s swollen cock. The Jedi’s breath hitched and he wailed again as Din’s fingers began to move with speed and purpose.
“That’s a good boy, taking me so well.” Din said sweetly, dropping his head down to kiss Luke’s shoulders and upper back, “Can you cum for me, cyar’ika ? I know you can, come on, give it to me, be a good boy.”
Luke’s silent scream broke towards the end and a garbled noise left him as he whited out. Body tense and eyes clamped shut, he felt himself coming over Din’s throne. Moments later, as Luke was still coming down from his high, he felt Din’s own release. A hot rush inside him only seemed to prolong Luke’s own post-orgasm bliss. He could feel Din bent over him, pressed in as far as he could as he came inside the Jedi. He dropped his forehead to rest against the cool beskar of the armrest and then left a small kiss litter over his shoulders and back again.
“Fuck, I love you.”
Luke laughed at his husband's wrecked voice, “I love you too, husband.”
“You’re a little shit, you know that?”
“Oh?”
“I know as well as you do that many people come and go from this room all day. And I know that several people tried coming in here from the moment I took your clothes off. You kept the door shut with your wizard magic the whole time. Except, conveniently, when Esok came to the door.”
Luke hummed and blushed a little, realising he’d been caught, “That doesn’t sound like a complaint.”
Din’s laugh shook the Jedi below him, “How sad life would be without you, my cheeky little jetti .”