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“We’re going to stay back.”

Adonais raised a brow as he looked at them for a long moment.

“I’m going to regret this,” he said, “But why exactly are you two staying back?”

“Heard from that chatty quilt maker that most of the men in the Stewjon sector are dualsex,” Jaster murmured, “And we’re hoping that we might be able to find someone to bring back with us.”

“And you think you’ll find them here?” Adonais questioned, “Any particular reason?”

“Heard a rumour,” Jaster answered.

Adonais frowned.

“What kind of rumour?”

“The kind that probably won’t pan out.”

Jaster looked back at Kal as the man strapped his vambrace on.

“Don’t say that,” Jaster replied, “You’ll jinx us before we even get there.”

Kal huffed as Adonais frowned.

“Heard about a man from Stewjon who is looking for something that he won’t find on Stewjon,” Kal finally grumbled, “He’s been taken home a lot and no one’s been able to get him to stay but no one will tell us why. Apparently, there’s a bet that you have to win. Everyone was pretty hush-hush about it.”

“Is that so?” Adonais asked, “What’s the bet?”

“I’d tell you if I knew,” Kal muttered, “But no one will tell us. All they said is he’s from Kæjìk; a small island that you can only get to by ferry. It’s the largest of the islands but they aren’t used to outsiders and we spent this whole trip trying to get the visa to go.”

“You need a traveller’s visa to visit it?” Adonais asked incredulously, “And you went and got one in the hopes that you might be able to convince him to go with you when you don’t even know what the bet is? What if the reason no one has won it is because it’s impossible?”

“Well…that’s probably the most likely explanation,” Jaster admitted, “But apparently every single man on the island has tried for his hand and fallen flat on their faces. We’re hoping maybe he’s just not looking for someone Stewjoni.”

“We ll, if you’ve already spent the time to get the visa you might as well go try,” Adonais sighed, “But be careful, would you? Don’t get yourselves into any trouble.”

“Can’t promise that,” Kal said, “But if we end up in jail I can promise that I’ve got your comm memorized.”

“If you get the Mand’alor arrested I’m going to kick your kriffing ass,” Adonais threatened, “I don’t care if you are married to him.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kal waved him off even as Jaster looked at Adonais apologetically, “We’ll be careful or whatever.”

“Then I’ll see you both back on Mandalore,” Adonais said, “Hopefully with that man that you’re talking about. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Jaster murmured, “We’re probably going to need it.”

“How many does last night make this week?”

Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder, sighing as Siri leaned on the bar, “Three.”

She winced, “They’ve started coming from the neighbouring islands, Obi-Wan. Maybe you should just find the best one and settle down. God knows that would make your parents happy.”

Obi-Wan made a face, “My parents will never be happy with me. They pay me to stay away, Siri. Why would they be? I’m the Whore of Wæŕkij, the boy who refuses to settle down even well past what’s proper.”

“At least you’ve got a nice seaside cabin to yourself,” she shrugged, “And more than enough money to take care of yourself. And free drinks for probably the rest of your life.”

She stood up as Quin stepped over, placing a drink and napkin in front of Obi-Wan.

“I didn’t order this,” Obi-Wan said, raising a brow at him.

“A boy saw your sign and decided to take you up on it,” Quin shrugged, “Ordered you a drink he ‘was sure that you would love’. Apparently, it’s got ingredients that have aphrodisiac properties.”

Obi-Wan looked over, groaning softly as the man waved at him, shaking his head.

He pushed the drink back at Quin.

“He’s already tried. Four times,” Obi-Wan said flatly, “And every time he’s gotten frustrated and tried to just put it in me. I’m not making that mistake a fifth time.”

“Wh y the kark did you even let him try four times?” Quin’s nose scrunched in disgust.

“Desperation,” Obi-Wan sighed, “Apparently Asajj already took the only person who can find his way around a vagina.”

He sighed harshly as the man down the bar looked at him expectantly.

“Also I’m allergic to jogan fruit,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, turning back to Quin, “So unless he’s actually trying to kill me, he definitely was off the mark.”

“He said no!” Quin called, “We’re keeping it at three hundred and eight today boys!”

Obi-Wan sighed again, “Three hundred and eight. Maybe I deserve my title.”

“Well I mean you haven’t let a single one of them actually kark you,” Siri pointed out, “They’ve never gotten there before.”

“Still that means three hundred and eight times I’ve had someone- you know,” Obi-Wan flushed a little, “Touching me.”

“And I think you should try another three hundred and eight if it gets you what you are looking for,” Siri said firmly, suddenly seeming offended on his behalf despite her earlier words, “You didn’t want to settle when your parents tried to pair you up the first time and you shouldn’t give up now. People are coming from all over, you know. I’ve heard as far as Baæŕtìr .”

“And yet they all still can’t make me come,” Obi-Wan muttered, “Maybe I’m just broken.”

“You aren’t broken,” Siri said firmly, “You just haven’t found the right person yet, alright? Listen, your first drink is on me. I’ll even make your favorite.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “Thanks, Siri. I think tonight might be a bust but I’ll at least have one drink before I go.”

Obi-Wan looked back at the sign declaring him the Whore of Wæŕkij, sighing as he looked at the number underneath it, drawn in chalk so that it could be erased, before turning back to the drink that Siri set in front of him.

“It takes a witch hunt to get his cunt,” Obi-Wan mocked the words that had been written in permanent marker on the sign softly, huffing at his drink.

“I rea lly hate this place,” Kal grumbled, “Why do they all look at us like that?”

“Because we’re a foot taller than their average citizen,” Jaster reminded him, “Not to mention, they’re known for being slim and we’re two men who probably double the weight of their heaviest citizen.”

“It’s not my fault they’re tiny,” Kal muttered, “Have they considered doing some training?”

Jaster just pulled him along lightly, letting their fingers lace together as he led the man towards their destination, glancing at his vambrace with satisfaction when he realized they’d be getting there only an hour after opening.

Kal let himself be dragged along, following Jaster even as everyone stared at them, taking in their armour and laced fingers with a mix of hungry and disapproving looks.

“The people around here are weird,” Kal mumbled as they finally turned down the street that the bar was on, Jaster pulling him a little faster as he picked up his speed, clearly anxious to get there, “Do you think that he’s already started the betting? What if someone is in line ahead of us?”

“Then hopefully they fail,” Jaster murmured back, “Apparently everyone else has so we might as well try…here. That’s it.”

Jaster pushed the door open, stepping in and then stopping as everyone turned to stare at them, looking around before letting go of Kal’s hand to pull his helmet off, frowning as he looked at the sign that was hanging above the door.

“The Whore of Wæŕkij; it takes a witch hunt to get his cunt,” Kal said flatly, “What a shitty thing to say. I see everyone’s a kriffing asshole here.”

“You say that now but you won’t be saying that when you lose!”

Kal frowned as he looked at the man sitting at the bar, looking irritated as he downed the rest of his drink.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jaster frowned.

“It means there’s been three hundred and eight attempts and everyone’s a little bitch about it,” a blonde bartender said as she tapped on the datapad that she was taking orders on, “Are you lost? Anywhere I can get you?”

“We ’re just here for a drink,” Jaster assured her, “Not lost, just passing through. We decided to take a vacation. Heard that the waterfalls on Wæŕkij were unbeatable.”

She gave them a small smile, “That they are. If you want to take a seat anywhere I can get you a couple of menus.”

“Thanks,” Jaster said, “We’ll sit at the bar.”

He pulled Kal behind him lightly, buy’ce still tucked under his arm as he sat down, making sure to be on the opposite side of the man who’d yelled when they came in so that Kal wouldn’t end up decking the man when Jaster wasn’t looking.

“What can I get you both?”

Two menus were dropped in front of them, a dark-skinned man standing in front of them with an arm resting on the bar.

“You got tihaar ?” Kal grunted out.

“I’m afraid not. Don’t even know what that is, to be honest. It’s expensive to import things from outside and so most of our liquor is made in-house. What does it taste like?”

“Fruit and paint thinner,” Kal drawled.

“Sounds like you’d probably like wehyenbŕae .”

Kal turned to the boy sitting at the bar with a raised brow.

“It’s got the same flavour,” the boy murmured, “It’s what I drink too. I like the avær the best. It burns the least, but it’s a bit expensive.”

Jaster looked over at the boy, mouth a little dry as he took the boy in.

He had copper hair that somehow still shined even in the low light of the bar, his blue eyes vivid against pale, freckled skin and the lithe form of someone who wasn’t a stranger to work and it embarrassed Jaster a little bit that the boy had managed to grab his attention so thoroughly.

The door to the bar clanged open as another group of men walked in and the spell was broken, Kal murmuring to the bartender to order them two of what the boy had suggested.

“Loo ks like the whore has some new challengers!”

Kal glared over the group of men who’d walked in and Jaster had to put an arm on his hand to stop him from getting up to try to defend someone who they hadn’t even managed to clock yet.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kal snapped out, though he didn’t shrug off Jaster’s hand at the very least.

“He’s talking about me,” the boy murmured and Jaster raised a brow.

“Sounds like someone needs to give him either a stern talking to or a fist to the face.”

The boy snorted out a small laugh, smiling a little bit before he grew serious again.

“The sign,” he murmured, “It’s about me. They’ve been keeping track for a while, as I’m sure you can tell.”

“I can tell,” Jaster agreed, “But witch hunt is a little unspecific, if you ask me.”

The boy huffed, “You don’t have to pretend. I know that you’re here for me. I’m not stupid, you know.”

“And what made you decide that?” Jaster asked.

“Because that’s what everyone comes here for,” the boy murmured back, “I’m Obi-Wan, by the way, and I hate to tell you but I think you’ve wasted your time tonight. I’ve already been propositioned and I’m not very interested.”

“Propositioned?” Jaster asked, “So someone completed the bet?”

The boy—Obi-Wan, Jaster reminded himself—looked up at the both of them a little confused.

“You…Did you come all this way without knowing what the deal is?” he asked, sounding a bit incredulous.

“We were already on Stewjon-1,” Kal grumbled out, “We heard from one of our contacts there that you were looking for a partner and he wasn’t sure that you’d be able to find it here in Stewjon’s system.”

“Well the witch hunt is just that,” someone yelled out, “No one can find what he’s looking for! You’ve wasted your time!”

Jaster’s tightened grip on Kal’s arm was the only thing that kept the man in his seat as he glared over at the man who’d spoken.

“I suppose the question is what you are looking for,” Jaster said calmly, “So why don’t we hear it and then make our decision from there? We’ve already come all this way we might as well hear what you have to say.”

Obi- Wan looked at them warily for a minute before he sighed.

“The deal is that if you can find my clit, I’ll marry you,” he finally said, resting his chin in his hand.

Kal spluttered and Jaster almost wanted to laugh at the indignance on his face.

“That’s it?” Kal demanded, “All we have to do is find your clit and presto? You’ll marry us?”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, “Please, tell me how easy it’s going to be and how I’m just being ridiculous because you’re the best partner that’s ever existed and you’ve never had a single person with a vagina tell you that they didn’t come.”

Kal looked so affronted that Jaster almost wanted to laugh at him.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Kal asked, “You’re going to sit here and accuse me of being a bad partner?”

“Oh for the love of- that’s not what I said,” Obi-Wan said, “I just said you can’t find my cli-.”

“I could find your clit blindfolded with my hands handcuffed behind my back!” Kal cut him off in irritation.

“Now that I’d like to see,” Obi-Wan shook his head as he rolled his eyes again, “Here. I’ll make you a deal. If you can find my clit I’ll marry you but if you can find my clit handcuffed and blindfolded I’ll have your children. Right now. No wait.”

Jaster tried to stop him but Kal had already pulled out of his grip, holding his hand out to the boy.

“Deal,” Kal said as Obi-Wan shook his hand, “Now finish your drink and get ready to come so hard that you pass out.”

“You are far from the first person to tell me that, darling,” Obi-Wan told him seriously, “But you’ll just be another number on the board when this is all over.”

“Oh for the love of Mandalore,” Jaster muttered as Kal pulled his helmet off, throwing back his drink as he stood, “Would you at least let me have my drink you, asshole. It’s the least you could do for making this whole thing a spectacle.”

“He just accused us of not being able to find a clit!” Kal snapped out, “How are you not offended right now?”

Jas ter turned to the boy, “What happens when we can both find your clit handcuffed and blindfolded?”

“I’ll let one of you have my ass and the other my cunt at the same time,” the boy deadpanned and Jaster nearly choked on his drink.

“Those are fighting words,” he warned the boy.

“I wish you both the best of luck,” Obi-Wan raised his glass to them, “May the stars be with you tonight on your impossible task.”

“I think I’m more offended for the Stewjoni who have a vagina on this planet,” Jaster muttered, “How the hell is that considered a witch hunt?”

“You’re talking smack now but when everyone comes back tomorrow and that sign has an extra two numbers on it we’ll be the ones talking smack.”

Jaster leaned over to look at the scowling man down the bar from them.

“You’re an idiot,” Jaster informed him, “And you’re lucky we don’t have the time to try to explain to you everything that’s wrong with your sentence because it would be a very long night.”

“We’ll see tomorrow,” the man spat at him.

“I guess we will,” Jaster agreed, taking another sip of his drink, “Sit down, Kal. Have another drink to soothe your wounded pride.”

Kal glared at him even as he sat down.

“You aren’t funny.”

“You started it by making a spectacle of us.”

Obi-Wan glanced back at Quin as the two armoured men stood, nerves fluttering in his stomach as he stood as well, holding his hand out so that he could pay his tab.

A glove-covered hand, plucked the slip out of Quin’s hand before he could hand it to Obi-Wan, Kal grumbling softly even as he looked at it, setting down enough credits to cover the drink and the tip.

“He even left a tip,” Quin muttered, “I like him better than the rest already. You really did get a completely free drink this time.”

If anything, that only made Kal scowl even more and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy as his partner stepped next to him, helmet tucked under his arm as he looked at Obi-Wan.

“Are we going to yours or mine?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Whichever you’d be more comfortable with,” the dark-haired man—Jaster, Obi-Wan had been told—murmured and it warmed Obi-Wan’s chest a little to hear him say that.

“Yours then,” Obi-Wan said decisively, “There are more witnesses that way.”

“I’m not sure you’re going to want witnesses to this but it’s your call.”

Obi -Wan looked at the both of them before he sighed.

“You’re both so very confident,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Well then we’ll go to mine. At the very least I’ve got the tools to help me along when this fails.”

“I’d say you’re a little too confident but the number on the wall does support your cause,” Jaster replied as Obi-Wan started to lead them out of the bar and down towards the bay where Obi-Wan lived.

“Yeah well you learn to live with it,” Obi-Wan said.

“That’s bullshit,” Kal muttered and Obi-Wan huffed out a laugh.

“You’re telling me.”

It was quiet as they walked back towards Obi-Wan’s cabin, the two men following him as Obi-Wan tried to even out his breath, heart pounding in his chest in anticipation even though he knew it would be useless in the end.

He stepped up to his cabin, unlocking the door and assuring them in before he immediately led them to the bedroom and started to strip.

“Ohhh woah, woah.”

A tanned hand on his stopped him and Obi-Wan blinked at the man in confusion.

“Are you going to find my clit with my clothes on too?” Obi-Wan sighed, “Do you even know what a clit is…should I- should I have asked that beforehand?”

“We know where a clitoris is,” Jaster said, using the full name as proof to his point, “But we’re not finding anything if you just strip and try to have us search for it, sweetheart.”

Obi-Wan blinked at him, “Wh-What?”

“You need to be relaxed and turned on,” Jaster said calmly, “And just stripping and laying back in front of two fully clothed strangers isn’t exactly the best way to make you comfortable.”

“I- I see,” Obi-Wan said, feeling a little thrown, “So then…what did you want me to do?”

“Why don’t you sit on the bed for us, alright?” Jaster suggested.

Obi-Wan looked between them warily but turned to go sit on the bed, kicking off his boots as he sat down, looking at the two of them as he waited for them.

“Arm our off?” Kal murmured to Jaster and the man nodded, walking over to sit his helmet on the desk before he started to unlatch it, pulling it off with quick, practised movements that made it impossible for Obi-Wan to not watch.

He swallowed thickly as he watched metal suits disappear to reveal skin-tight bodysuits that clung to muscled arms that made heat stir in Obi-Wan’s gut.

Despite their ages, it was clear that both of them took good care of their bodies as their thick builds became more apparent with the lack of armour to cover it up.

Jaster pulled off the last of his armour and turned around the same time as Kal did, stepping forward for a minute to tug the man close to him, their lips meeting as they kissed each other slowly.

Obi-Wan squirmed a little, embarrassed to find himself getting a little wet at the sight that the two of them made, bodies pressed together almost like it was a show for him.

“You ready for this?” Jaster murmured against Kal’s lips.

Obi-Wan could feel his face heat as they both turned to look at him, Kal stepping forward first towards the bed before settling down on his knees at the end of it, gently pulling Obi-Wan’s thighs open as he knelt.

Large, strong hands ran up and down Obi-Wan’s still-clothed thighs and he couldn’t help but twitch under the touch, a little surprised at how sensitive he was to such a soft touch.

“That’s it, cyar’ika ,” Kal murmured, “Sensitive little thing aren’t you?”

Obi-Wan swallowed, throat suddenly feeling thick as the man let his fingers brush the crease between Obi-Wan’s inner thigh and sexes, realizing that he was getting even more wet.

The bed dipped and Obi-Wan looked at Jaster as he sat down on the bed, hands finding the hem of Obi-Wan’s shirt.

“Can I take this off?” Jaster asked and Obi-Wan nodded.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever asked before,” he managed to stutter out.

“Pa thetic,” Kal muttered, even as he leaned forward to nose at the crease where his fingers had been, cheek brushing Obi-Wan’s covered cock and vagina and making his hips twitch.

“Oh yeah that’s it,” Jaster murmured, pulling Obi-Wan’s shirt over his head before pressing their foreheads together, “Can I kiss you?”

Obi-Wan nodded and Jaster’s lips found him, the man leading him through the kiss slowly as Kal continued to tease him, nose brushing just around where Obi-Wan could feel himself starting to dampen his panties.

He’d worn them because it had always seemed to excite men and he’d been hoping that it might make them inclined to help him along to get what they wanted but this was the first time that he’d actually thought that it might even be possible.

Obi-Wan gasped against Jaster’s lips as fingers brushed over his nipple and then Jaster slipped his tongue into Obi-Wan’s mouth, deepening the kiss as fingers brushed over Obi-Wan’s covered slit, making him jerk and whine.

A warm mouth found its way over his cloth-covered cunt and Obi-Wan broke the kiss to look to where Kal was between his legs, sucking softly at Obi-Wan’s lips through his pants as Obi-Wan’s cheeks flushed red.

He whimpered softly as a firm chest pressed against his back, Jaster's mouth finding his shoulder as his fingers continued to play with his nipples, tugging and twisting softly as Obi-Wan started to squirm in their combined grasps.

“Can I pull these off of you?” Kal asked fingers finding the hem of Obi-Wan’s pants and he nodded desperately, twisting to help the man pull them off, whimpering when Kal ducked his head back down to lick gently at the damp spot in his panties, eyes meeting Obi-Wan’s as he moaned softly, the vibrations making every nerve in Obi-Wan’s cunt light up.

Kal sucked softly on the panties as Obi-Wan whimpered before hooking a finger in them to pull them apart, blowing on the wet slit as Obi-Wan gasped, back arching as Jaster gave his nipples a particularly hard tug as he started sucking marks on his neck.

“I’m gonna need those handcuffs and blindfolds now,” Kal murmured, lips still pressed against Obi-Wan’s cunt so that the sensation would make him shiver.

Jaster’s fingers brushed up and down Obi-Wan’s sides gently and Obi-Wan shuddered, already finding it hard to think as the man nipped softly at his ear.

“Where are your toys, baby?” Jaster asked and Obi-Wan whimpered desperately.

“Und-under the bed,” he managed to get out, “Left side.”

He wanted to cry when Kal pulled back, digging through the small box that Obi-Wan had under it before he came back, settling back between Obi-Wan’s legs with his prizes.

“Gonna need your help with the handcuffs,” Kal said, looking at Jaster and Obi-Wan almost sobbed when the man pulled away from him, stepping behind his partner to handcuff Kal’s hands together before blindfolding him, “Take off your panties for me, will you?”

Obi-Wan scrambled to get out of them and then Jaster was behind him again, shifting him forward so that his cunt was just off the bed, Kal waiting patiently as they adjusted to the perfect position.

“Am I good?” Kal asked, voice husky.

“You’re good,” Jaster agreed.

“You should time me on this,” Kal murmured, “Just to make sure that everyone is embarrassed tomorrow.”

“I’ll time you if you get to work,” Jaster shot back, pressing up against Obi-Wan again so that he could tilt his head, pressing their lips together right as Kal dipped his head down again, tongue licking Obi-Wan’s slit, making Obi-Wan jerk in Jaster’s grip.

Kal licked Obi-Wan a few times before he started to suck softly on one of Obi-Wan’s lips, drawing whines and whimpers from Obi-Wan as Jaster’s hands travelled to hold his hips still.

“Don’t make it any harder for him than you think it’s gonna be,” Jaster murmured softly, “Keep that pretty little cunt still, baby boy. Let us show you how to feel good.”

Obi -Wan let out a choked noise when Kal dove in further, using his nose and lips to drag through Obi-Wan’s wet folds and Obi-Wan whimpered when he looked down at how the man looked between his legs, face buried in his cunt.

Kal brushed something that had Obi-Wan’s legs tensing and he yelped, the sound turning into a moan as Kal buried his face further against the spot, nosing softly at the spot right under Obi-Wan’s clit as Obi-Wan’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.

“He’s so close, isn’t he?” Jaster murmured, “He’s about to be right there.”

Obi-Wan nodded and then he let out a startled yell as lips covered his clit, sucking softly and sending sparks of pleasure down his spine eyes widening as he looked down to where Kal was sucking, the pressure more and more intense in his gut as Kal sucked harder and longer with each tug.

“Oh that’s it,” Jaster said, “He’s got it now, sweetheart and he isn’t going to let it go until you make a mess all over his face.”

Obi-Wan whimpered as Jaster leaned down to kiss him, swallowing the sounds as Obi-Wan moaned and cried.

A particularly hard suck had Obi-Wan’s whole body tensing, hips pressing into the feeling of Kal’s mouth as he came harder than he could ever remember coming, cock spurting come as a wave of slickness hit him.

Kal kept sucking until Obi-Wan could feel tears pricking in his eyes before finally pulling back, face shiny with Obi-Wan’s slick.

“Did I find it?” Obi-Wan could hear the smirk in Kal’s voice.

“Get your cock out,” Obi-Wan said, voice shaky, “Get both your cocks out now.”

“Yeah?” Jaster murmured against his ear.

“Get him out of the cuffs and get your kriffing cocks out right now,” Obi-Wan said again, finally feeling like he could breathe again, “Did you grab the lube from that box?”

Kal nodded.

“Kriff,” Obi-Wan breathed, feeling dizzy with want, “Who’s taking me first?”

“Well Kal is the one who completed the challenge,” Jaster murmured and Obi-Wan nodded as Jaster slipped down to let Kal out of the cuffs.

“Cunt first then we can stretch my ass,” Obi-Wan said, turning around onto his hands and knees and arching his back to show the man that mess that he’d made, “Come on, hurry. Oh kark, I’ve never wanted cock so badly in my life.”

He felt the bed dip and he moaned softly, spreading his legs a little further apart, frowning when he heard the crinkling of a wrapper.

“What the hell is that for?” he demanded, still panting softly as he looked over his shoulder.

“What’s a plast for?” Kal asked with a raised brow, “They really didn’t teach you-?”

“You aren’t using a plast,” Obi-Wan cut him off impatiently, “You’re going bare. Or did you forget our deal?”

“Obi- Wan you don’t have to-,” Jaster started to say softly.

“Throw the karking plast away now and get your cock inside of me,” Obi-Wan snapped out, head swimming, his whole body feeling like it was on fire, “We’re getting me pregnant and if Jaster comes and sits in front of me, he’ll be getting head so I’d hurry up if I were you two.”

Jaster and Kal scrambled at Obi-Wan’s words, Jaster settling in front of him, cock pulled out as he stroked himself a few times, thick cock dripping precome as he worked himself over, hands finding Obi-Wan’s hips as the hot, thick head of Kal’s cock started to rub through his folds teasing him as he whined desperately.

“Are you sure about this?” Kal murmured, “You want to get married and pregnant? Just like that?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan breathed, “Just like that. I’ve been waiting long enough to find this. I want it.”

Jaster cupped his face, tilting his head so that their eyes were meeting.

“You can still have this without going all in right now,” Jaster murmured, “You know that, right? That we can take this as slow as you need.”

“If you don’t give me a baby right now I’m going to handcuff you again and ride you until you can’t help but come inside of me,” Obi-Wan threatened and Jaster groaned softly.

“Why don’t you put that mouth around Jaster’s cock because otherwise, your neighbours are going to hear this,” Kal warned and Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, whimpering as his legs started to tremble, cunt aching for the man as he teased Obi-Wan.

He wrapped his lips around Jaster’s cock right as the head of Kal’s cock slipped into him and he yelled, eyelids fluttering shut as Kal’s cock lit up every single nerve in his vagina, cock twitching helplessly against his stomach from the overwhelming sensation.

“Yeah it feels nice when you’re feeling good, doesn’t it?” Jaster stroked Obi-Wan’s cheek with his thumb, “What a pity all the men on this planet are as good as useless.”

Ob i-Wan whimpered as Kal pushed in a little further, squeezing around him desperately as he took more of Jaster’s cock, his flush climbing down his chest as he grew wetter around the man.

“Kriff he’s so damn tight,” Kal managed to grit out, “Even after his orgasm it’s like a vice around my cock.”

Jaster rubbed between Obi-Wan’s shoulders gently, “Can you try to relax, cyar’ika ? It’s not going to feel good for you if you’re too tight. We don’t want to hurt you.”

Fingers ran through Obi-Wan’s hair, hands petting his hips softly and he could barely take it as Kal started to slowly thrust back and forth, working Obi-Wan open on his cock slowly, nudging forward a little to slowly get him used to the size as Obi-Wan moaned softly between the two of them, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as Kal hit something inside him over and over again that made all of the nerves in his body light up.

“That’s it, mesh’la ,” Kal breathed, “Just relax. We’ve got you.”

It was hard to focus on what he was supposed to be doing when every thrust sent his thoughts scrambling, the pleasure building as Kal opened him on his cock.

“Do you need to pull off, sweetheart?” Jaster asked, hand cupping Obi-Wan’s jaw and Obi-Wan’s chest squeezed in panic.

He shoved forward, gagging as Jaster’s cock jammed at the back of his throat, eyes watering even as he tried to breathe through his nose, the fingers on his jaw tight as Jaster’s breath hitched.

“Kark, you’re going to hurt yourself,” Jaster warned, his voice tight, “Your throat needs to be relaxed to do that, cyar’ika .”

Obi-Wan looked up at him, eyelashes clumping with tears as Jaster led him back so that he could breathe again.

“I want to,” Obi-Wan said hoarsely, whimpering as Kal pushed forward slowly again, stretching him deep as his balls finally pressed against Obi-Wan’s cunt, the man fully buried inside of him as he squeezed desperately around him.

Kal pressed against his back, rolling his hips to get Obi-Wan used to the feeling as Obi-Wan panted softly, tensing as Kal’s hand wrapped around his hips to wrap around his cock, stroking Obi-Wan as he squeezed his eyes shut from the toe curling pleasure.

“Open your mouth for me, mesh’la ,” Jaster instructed and Obi-Wan opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out as Jaster shifted forward, the tip of his cock heavy on Obi-Wan’s tongue as he tapped it a few times, letting Obi-Wan taste the salt as Kal’s hand slipped lower.

Obi-Wan’s thighs squeezed shut of their own accord when Kal’s finger brushed over his clit, the pleasure like lightning down his spine as he moaned loudly.

“What was that about not being able to find your clit?” Kal teased, his voice thick as he whispered in Obi-Wan’s ear, “Was this what you thought we weren’t going to be able to find, baby?”

Kal pulled out, only to thrust back into Obi-Wan in one, smooth motion that made him whimper, cunt fluttering and tingling as heat started to build in his gut again, cock heavy between his legs as sparks of pleasure radiated out from where Kal was rubbing small circles over his clit.

“Can I push a little deeper?” Jaster asked and it was hard to concentrate on the man’s words as Kal hit every good spot inside of him, quickening his pace until Obi-Wan was dizzy with it, heat feeling tighter and tighter in his cunt as he nodded.

Jaster slipped the first few inches of his cock into Obi-Wan’s mouth and Obi-Wan started to suckle on them, eyelids fluttering as he enjoyed the feeling of having his lips wrapped around the man.

“That’s it,” Jaster murmured, “Just like that and here, give me your hand, baby-.”

Obi-Wan let Jaster take his hand and wrap it around the rest of his cock, showing him how to work with the skin to stroke him, the salty bitterness bursting across Obi-Wan’s tongue as the man started to leak more precome, groaning softly as Obi-Wan found his rhythm, letting Jaster’s cock slip just a little further into his mouth, sucking harder.

“Krif f,” Jaster breathed, “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”

Obi-Wan let out a strangled moan, embarrassed as the heat stirred in his gut at the man’s words, continuing to suck the man off as his pleasure started to border on pain, body over-stimulated from the touch even if he refused to ask them to stop, content to be just on the edge of aching as Kal started to kriff him faster, hips slapping into Obi-Wan’s ass as he started to pound into him, the sound obscene to Obi-Wan’s ears.

“Kark I’m going to come,” Jaster warned, pulling out of Obi-Wan’s mouth even as Obi-Wan whined, pressing forward so that the come landed all over his face Jaster’s head banging against the wall as he let it fall back, mouth opened as he groaned softly.

Obi-Wan’s thighs squeezed shut again as he yelled, coming so hard that black dots started to fill his vision and his eyes fluttered shut against his will as he felt something warm fill him, Kal grunting softly as he came inside of him, still pressed up against Obi-Wan’s back as he continued to play with his clit.

Obi-Wan woke up what couldn’t have been too much later, confused as he looked at both of their concerned looks.

“Kark he’s awake,” Jaster muttered and Kal was a line against Obi-Wan’s back, petting his sides softly and kissing Obi-Wan’s sweaty temples as Jaster cupped his jaw, “You scared us.”

“Wh-What happened?” Obi-Wan asked.

“You passed out,” Kal muttered against his skin, “We were worried we hurt you.”

“Mmmm,” Obi-Wan thought about it for a second.

His cunt ached a little with the ghost of Kal’s cock, his clit a little tender, and his throat was a little sore from trying to jam Jaster’s cock down it but he wasn’t in any pain.

“No I’m not hurt,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I just came and then...when I opened my eyes you were both looking at me.”

“Did you really come so hard you passed out?” Kal murmured, “Are you telling me no man has ever been able to even kriff you right? Stupid.”

“I wouldn’t let them inside of me,” Obi-Wan said quietly, “If they couldn’t find my clit. I need stimulation on my clit to come and I didn’t want someone to just be kriffing me if I wasn’t going to enjoy it. You’re my first.”

Kal’s grip tightened on him.

“What?” he asked.

“What?” Obi-Wan looked back at him a little nervously, “Are you okay?”

“ Ob’ika ,” Jaster murmured, “That’s-that’s something that you should have told us beforehand. We should have been more gentle.”

“You were plenty gentle,” Obi-Wan promised, “Now come here.”

“What?” Jaster asked even as he shifted forward to let Obi-Wan crawl into his lap.

Obi-Wan’s hand slipped down, wrapping around Jaster’s cock and the man’s breath hitched, his hands curling around Obi-Wan’s hips.

“You’re about to be my second,” Obi-Wan murmured, “But I’ll let you be the first in my ass if you want so that things are even…just- not tonight. I don’t think I’m ready for it tonight so you’ll just have to make do with my cunt.”

“You don’t have to do this right now if you don’t want to,” Jaster whispered, “I don’t want to overwhelm you any more than you already are.”

“I want it,” Obi-Wan promised, “This is what I’ve been waiting for the whole time and I wasn’t sure that I’d find it so I want to enjoy it.”

Jaster’s cock was already thickening under Obi-Wan’s touch and Obi-Wan gasped softly as fingers started to play with his folds, Jaster teasing his cunt as Obi-Wan felt himself start to grow wet again, already desperate to be filled again.

“Alright,” Jaster agreed and then he tipped Obi-Wan back carefully, letting their lips press together as he slipped a finger into him, rubbing at the spot inside of Obi-Wan that made every nerve in his body light up, toes curling from the sensation.

“Kriff you’re so beautiful,” Obi-Wan heard Kal murmur and then Jaster was pulling back at the same time Kal ducked down to press their lips together, catching the low moan that Obi-Wan let out as he felt Jaster’s lips against his cunt, sucking softly on Obi-Wan’s folds as he kept moving his finger, letting a second one slip in as Obi-Wan let his thighs fall open wider.

Obi- Wan’s back arched as Jaster licked his clit, applying the same, bone-melting movement over and over again as Obi-Wan’s mouth opened to Kal’s tongue, letting the man deepen the kiss as Jaster continued to go down on him.

The third finger had Obi-Wan’s thighs tensing, head swimming as he came, the feeling almost painful as he tipped over the edge, cock dribbling a pathetic amount of come over his stomach as he whimpered.

Jaster kissed his cunt before he pulled his fingers free and Kal leaned back gently shifting Obi-Wan so that Kal was pressed against his back as Jaster settled between his legs, stroking himself a few times before lining up and looking at Obi-Wan.

“You’re sure?” he checked and Obi-Wan nodded.

Jaster’s cock was thicker than Kal’s, the stretch making his cunt burn even though he couldn’t imagine being any wetter and Obi-Wan's head fell back against Kal’s abs as he looked up at the man, eyes half-lidded as Jaster bottomed out inside him.

“Yeah that’s it, mesh’la ,” Kal murmured, “We’re going to make you feel good. We’ve got you.”

“You already make me feel good,” Obi-Wan’s words were a little slurred, head dizzy with the pleasure of being so full and Kal stroked his hair gently.

Jaster started slow, gently opening Obi-Wan as he whimpered softly, cunt and cock aching with the overstimulation he’d only ever felt from using toys on himself and he closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling as Jaster started to kriff him a little faster.

“You okay, baby?” Jaster’s lips brushed Obi-Wan’s ear and he shivered, hands coming up to wrap around the man’s neck as he gasped softly.

“Feels so good,” Obi-Wan slurred softly, “It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Don’t stop, please.”

Jaster’s strokes were slower than Kal’s but more powerful, his hips hitting Obi-Wan’s ass over and over again as he continued to kriff him, whispering softly in his ear.

“You’re such a good thing for us,” Jaster murmured, “Your cunt is perfect, so warm and desperate for us and you look beautiful like this, all kriffed out on cock and still taking more.”

Obi- Wan’s fingers dug into the back of Jaster’s neck when he came, toes tingling as the sensation overcame his entire body, heat crescendoing and making it hard to breathe as Obi-Wan’s cunt trembled around the man.

“I’m almost there, cyar’ika ,” Jaster promised, kriffing into Obi-Wan a few more times before he groaned softly, warmth flooding Obi-Wan’s insides as Jaster’s lips found his, the man kissing him as he pumped him full of come, hands rubbing up and down Obi-Wan’s sides as they both came down from the high.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” Obi-Wan offered as he opened one heavy eyelid to peer at Kal.

“I’ll be fine,” Kal promised, “I don’t need to come again.”

“I can feel that you’re hard,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Against my back.”

“I don’t have to come every time I get hard,” Kal said, keeping his voice firm, “And if someone told you that they did, they were lying. Your comfort is more important.”

“Maybe you can just jerk off over me?” Obi-Wan suggested softly, “And then slip into me when you’re ready to come?”

Kal’s eyes shut, jaw tensing and Obi-Wan’s shaky hand found the man’s thigh, petting it absently.

“That won’t hurt me,” Obi-Wan promised, “And it’ll make sure that you both have an equal chance of getting me pregnant.”

Kal’s breath hitched and Obi-Wan smiled softly at him.

“Jaster, help me up?”

Jaster pulled out, shifting to help Obi-Wan sit up, gently to make sure that he wouldn’t hurt the man as Obi-Wan gasped softly, between his legs aching with the memory of how Jaster had felt inside of him, cunt tingling.

“You did good, even if this is all you did,” Jaster said softly and Obi-Wan smiled softly at him, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss before turning around and climbing into Kal’s lap, wrapping a hand around the man’s cock as he started to jerk him off quickly, catching Kal’s lips as the man groaned loudly, hips twitching into the touch.

Obi-Wan’s other hand drifted down towards Kal’s balls, rolling them in hand softly until he could feel them start to tighten, shifting to sink down onto the man’s cock quickly as warmth spilt into him, Kal’s hands finding his hips to squeeze so hard that Obi-Wan was sure that he’d have bruises.

“Yeah?” Obi-Wan asked and Kal ducked forward to hip at his bottom lip.

“Yeah,” Kal agreed.

“Can we- will you stay with me tonight?” Obi-Wan asked, flushing as he looked down to where they were still connected, “I want to…”

He trailed off, ears burning.

“The post-sex cuddling is the most important part,” Kal told him seriously, “We aren’t leaving you tonight. You’ll just have to accept two space heaters in your bed.”

“I could turn down the heat,” Obi-Wan suggested, “And we could get cleaned up a little and go to bed?”

“Sounds perfect,” Jaster murmured, “Let’s get you cleaned up, mesh’la .”