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It was an ordinary night in the Freetown cantina. Din was sat in their usual back booth, facing the doorway. Cobb had abandoned his datapad to go up to the bar to talk to Taanti and get them another round. When he was there, Din watched as Issa-Or approached Cobb with a smile. She leant down and whispered in his ear something that made Cobb stand up straight. He looked back over his shoulder and grinned at Din. One of those wide bright smiles that made him think Cobb was more than a little bit in love with him. He said something he couldn’t hear back to Issa-Or, who nodded, looked over Cobb’s shoulder at Din and winked before walking off.

"What did Issa want?" Din said curiously. Cobb returned to the table and handed Din his spotchka with a kiss on Din’s cheek before sitting down.

"Oh, she just wanted to fuck," he said with all the casual air as though he had said she wanted to know the patrol shifts for tomorrow or if she was still on to babysit Grogu next week.

“Oh," Din said, a little shocked. “And?”

Cobb looked up from the datapad and realised what he’d said. The conversation that they somehow hadn’t had yet.

"I told her no , I'm with you all exclusive like. Told her I could loan her some fresh batteries if she was all out."

“And she’s okay with that?”

"Oh, no problem. We used to fuck around. She meant no disrespect to you. She just wasn't sure what it is between us, you know?"

“And what is it?” Din smiled.

“Might be we’re in love,” Cobb grinned. “All fireworks and holdin’ hands.”

“Mm. Might be,” Din said. He raised his drink and took a sip, and Cobb watched him for a second before returning to his pad.

When they got home, it was still on Din’s mind a little. He knew that the two of them had spent a lot of time together. They were close. They had fought together in Mos Pelgo. They had been through a lot, and they both bore their scars for enough people to see it. It made Din curious about Cobb before he knew him, before the armour.

“So this thing with Issa-Or,” Din asked once he’d got his armour off. “How long were you together?”

Cobb stopped and looked up from where he was pushing off his boots. He studied Din’s face for a second. “Together? Nah, darlin’, we were never involved like that. It just sorta started when we first got here. Now and then, a quick tumble in the sand with someone I can trust to get it out of our systems, forget about whatever shit we had going on. Breakups, adrenaline after a shootout, lonely nights. We got here around Yavin.”

“Oh,” Din said. Ten years.

“Tomorrow ain't guaranteed out here, so you fuck who you want whether it's your darlin’ or your friend, so long as we're all on the same page so no one gets shot.”

“You love her?”

“Maker, it’s gonna sound all kinds of fucked up if I say I love her like a sister. She’s my oldest friend living. I like to see my friends happy any way I can, so long as we’re both otherwise unattached. Does that… intimidate you?”

“No. Bonds like that, I know they exist in my culture between comrades. Some say it helps you fight better,” Din said. “Clear head.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. Thinking with your blaster and not your dick probably helps,” Cobb laughed. “I know it probably don’t need sayin’, but it’s not continued since you came back and came to my bed. Tonight was a polite enquiry of availability, not intent to jump me behind your back.”

Cobb pulled his shirt off with one hand grabbing the fabric at the back.

“You’re not jealous,” Cobb said with relief. It wasn’t a question. He could read Din’s face better than anyone. Din shook his head.

“Nope. All mine, aren’t you?” Din said with a smile. Cobb pulled him close and nuzzled under his jaw.

“All yours,” Cobb said and bit lightly at his earlobe.

“Can I suck your dick?” Din gasped, pulling Cobb closer by his belt buckle. 

“Fuck, baby, never would’ve guessed getting your bucket off would lead to you always wanting something in your mouth. On your knees, please, mesh’la , I got what you need.”

It had been nice getting to know her, alongside Cobb. She was beautiful. Cobb was beautiful. The pair of them together coming home from a patrol, pistols on their hips and shoulders nudging as they walked. It was a sight to behold. She didn’t take Cobb’s shit, pushed him to take care of himself. He knew that she had helped Din when he wasn’t there, and he felt grateful that she helped Cobb live long enough to be the man he loved.

Din watched as Issa-Or and Cobb as they practiced shooting. Her frame was long and willowy, and he knew that she was strong like Cobb. Her skin was bright orange, like a binary sunset, perfect for a woman of Tatooine. When she spoke, she sounded like Cobb, all drawling, with an influence there of her native Ryloth. She was taller than Cobb and taller still than him.

They had moved on from their usual practice and were practising the most ridiculous shots. Laughing as they threw scraps of metal into the air and shot them out of the sky. Cobb got one from around his back. One they shot at the same time and bickered about who hit it.

Cobb saw him watching and walked back over to where Din stood by the back door of their house.

“You like what you see, darlin’?” Cobb asked, whispered low in his ear. He pressed himself against Din’s back and rest his chin on his pauldron.

“What?”

“You ain’t learned to hide your gaze yet, mesh’la . I saw you lookin’,” Cobb said. He nodded over to where Issa-Or was resetting their targets. “It ain’t a bad thing to look.”

“She shoots well,” Din said. He didn’t need to tell Cobb what that did to him. 

Cobb laughed. “That she does. She likes you.”

"That's good."

"I'm gonna ask you something, and if you don't like me asking, we can pretend I didn't say it. Alright, sweetheart?"

"Alright," Din said. 

Cobb nuzzled at his neck and kissed his jaw, not caring who could see. "I know that look. Do you want to fuck her?"

"I’m happy with you," Din responded.

"I am, too, perfectly, but that ain't what I was asking."

Din sighed. “I’ve been thinking about it since you told me about you two. Three of us.”

Cobb licked his teeth. “I’ll take care of you both, get you both what you need. Spoil you if I can,” he said.  “Does that mean you’re in? If she’s amenable.”

He looked over again at Issa, watched her spin her twin pistols on her fingers and shoot both. He swallowed. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m in,” Din said.

Cobb turned him around with both hands on his shoulders and kissed him hard. He pulled away and said, “It’ll be fun, promise. I ain’t askin’ you to marry her, just a good time.”

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Issa-Or was telling some story to them both, one from before Din had arrived in Mos Pelgo. He was sufficiently buzzed from the spotchka that each syllable sounded charming.

“And that’s how he ended up waking up on a bantha halfway back to Eisley,” she concluded.

Cobb asked if there was anything she wouldn’t use against him. She declined to comment.

“Cobb said you used to fuck,” Din said to Issa-Or. “What was that like?”

She hummed in affirmative and passed the cigarra to Din, who took an uneasy drag. Probably the only one he’d have for the night. 

“Why bother going all the way out to Eisley for a disappointing fuck from a stranger when I  know if I take the long trek across the street to this laser brain, I can get decent head from someone who knows what he’s doing-”

Cobb scoffed, ”Decent? Baby, you heard that?”

“And who I trust to have my back.”

“It’s a real fuckin’ hardship for me, of course,” Cobb says with a grin before bringing the cigarra to his lips again. “I was just an innocent young miner, and this lady keeps showing up, using me and helping herself to my good caf afterwards.”

“Right, partner, you can sit there and pretend after I got back, you didn’t hand me a pair of leather gloves and beg me to rail you from behind,” Issa said. 

That actually turned the tips of his ears pink.

“I don’t beg ,” Cobb protested.

Din raised an eyebrow at Issa-Or, and she laughed. She pet his hair with a “sure thing”, and Din kissed his forehead. 

“You should’ve seen him after you left, Mando, weird horny moping when the rest of us were celebrating what you did for us. Never did thank you for that, sugar, did I?” she said and kissed him on the cheek.

Din laughed, “Any time. And you don’t mind?”

“Mind what?”

“Me taking up the attention of this laser brain.”

“Maker, no. He’s happy now,” Issa-Or said. “Got his head screwed on better. Never seen him so willing to throw away his sad bachelor life. I’m glad he’s settled with you, handsome.”

Cobb blushed. Din still didn’t know how to respond to people liking his appearance.

Din cleared his throat. “We were wondering if you wanted to join us,” Din said. Cobb looked wide-eyed at Din as though he didn’t expect Din to have the nerve to just ask .

“Join you?” Issa-Or said slowly. She smiled at Din in the low light.

“Yeah. You wanted to fuck Cobb, but-”

“But y’all come as a package deal now?”

“Yeah,” Cobb said. “Romantic, ain’t it?”

“The sun's come as a pair, but we don't begrudge the moons for being a three when they meet in the night,” Issa-Or says.

“That means yes, darlin’,” Cobb supplied when Din’s brow furrowed.

"Anything specific you want or don't outta this?" said Cobb. He couldn't help but feel eager to lead this, to be in the middle to orchestrate bringing them together. 

"I want Din to fuck me. If that's alright, Din?"

"Love to," Din said. "If it's all the same to you, I'd wanna cum on or in Cobb."

Cobb ran a hand down his back, stroking at that. A little thrill went up Cobb’s spine. 

"As long as you get me off, you can cum where you like, Mando," Issa said.

"You'll get off, don't you worry about that," Cobb said. "Both of you. Either of you wants out, just say so. We can stop, no problem. Anything you don't like, don't hesitate to say so, and we'll change it up."

"Alright, I'll get you two a drink. Let you two get a bit more acquainted," Cobb said and padded off. 

Cobb returned from the kitchen with a drink in each hand for them. More spotchka never hurt. He was delighted to see that Issa had already clambered into Din's lap, and he stretched up to kiss her. It was a sight to behold, seeing Din kiss someone else. The only other person Din had got that eager mouth on, he knew. Another thing shared between them. He wanted so bad to palm his dick through his jeans and keep watching just a little longer, but the drinks he was bringing to them kept his hands full. 

He watched as Din raised a hand from her hip towards her lek. The thought of helping Din and giving some instruction stirred in him, but before he could voice it, he saw Din turn his hand and stroke along the bottom so gently with the back of two fingers, so carefully. Good boy .  Issa-Or shivered and moaned into his mouth. 

"Suck on his tongue, that's it. He fuckin’ loves that. I bet he's hard already, just from that," Cobb said from the doorway. When Issa-Or reached down to stroke him once over his flightsuit she found him hard and wanting already. 

That was enough to get Cobb back into the room - watching was no longer enough. He approached them and cut in. He couldn't help it. The drinks went on the table in front of them. He tapped one finger under Din's chin and turned him up towards him to kiss him hard and dirty. Then he turned his attention to Iss and did the same before handing them their drinks.

"Thanks, boss," she said and raised it slightly before drinking.

"Don't call me boss now, makes me feel like a pervert," Cobb says.

Din laughed and pulled Cobb down to kiss him again. 

"You asked me to be your Deputy while I was still inside you, partner, I think that line of professionalism was crossed years ago," Issa said. 

Cobb made a noise in protest. "My mind wanders. I’d remembered what I'd actually showed up to talk to you about before you told me you got a new dick shipped in from Eisley. Had to get it out before I forgot again," Cobb said.

"Was a little jarring the time I sucked him off, and he told me he forgot to buy milk while I was still on my knees," Din admitted and hid a smile behind a sip of spotchka.

Cobb crossed his arms over his chest and looked between them, "Did I bring you two here to bully me or fuck me?"

"Bit of both, I assumed," Issa said, and Din laughed. When Cobb pouted, Din kissed it off of him. Issa got off Din’s lap and repositioned herself on the other side of Cobb. 

If fucking someone who knew you so well was bliss, fucking two someones at once who knew every button to push was blissful torture. Both Din and Issa had turned on him and gone straight to get their mouths on his nipples, sucking and kissing and biting. Din had pushed up his shirt and put the bottom hem of it between Cobb’s mouth to keep him occupied and keep the fabric out of the way. Din loved the feeling of the metal barbell on his tongue, and Cobb loved the extra sensitivity it gave him. Issa-Or sucked one hard and licked fast over the bud of it, compared to Din's broad licks and open-mouthed kisses. Cobb felt like he was going to die already, and neither of them had even touched his cock yet.

“Can we-” Cobb began, and Issa sucked hard. “Can we take this to the bedroom now?”

“Issa?” Din said. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way,” she said and rose to her feet. She pulled Cobb up by his collar, and Din twined their fingers together.

"May I?" Issa said, and Din nodded. Cobb dropped to his knees with a grunt to work at the pieces on his legs, while Issa unclasped the vambrace with quick fingers.

"You've done this before," Din said.

Issa-Or nodded. "Helped him out of his, when he's been injured, when he's been tired, or if he was taking too long. I wore it myself once, but my tails didn't fit in the bucket."

"You wore beskar? To fight?" Din said, something curious in his voice. The arousal boiled low in his gut, with a tinge of wrong wrong wrong .

"No, Mando," she said, low in his ear, her accent purred. "I put it on and fucked him into the mattress until he screamed," she said before sucking gently on his earlobe.

At that, Din groaned, louder than Issa had ever heard him. “ Fuck .” He hadn't been so hard so fast in his life, looking down at Cobb on his knees, fingers working under his thigh plate. If he heard what Issa had said, he didn’t react. 

"Did you just?" Issa said to Din. 

"No," Cobb supplied and pushed forward to press a kiss against Din's clothed dick. “He’s good.”

Din pulled him off gently by the hair and gave a pleading look to not touch him so soon and not end this before it's really started. He thought of Boba finding out about Cobb getting pegged, which was enough to push him back from the ledge and refocus his thoughts on getting out of his armour.

They finally made it to the bedroom. They barely got into the doorway and all their clothes off before Cobb had pushed Din onto the bed and clambered to straddle him. Their hands roved, and their cocks brushed against each other as they kissed with little urgency. Issa watched them for a second, revelling in how nice it had all turned out for Cobb. A nice man for him that would treat him right.

“Din, sweetheart, get him on his back for me,” she said as she approached the bed. Just like that, Din’s leg between Cobb’s had hooked around, and he had flipped their position until Din was on top. 

“Good boy,” she said a little breathlessly. Din keened at the praise, and Cobb’s hands wound into his hair.

“Can I borrow his mouth, sugar?” Issa-Or asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Din said and pulled up to straddle Cobb’s thighs instead of covering him entirely.

She positions her knees on either side of his head, and he grinned up at her. Her underwear had already been discarded, and he already wanted to bury his nose in her. She hovered over him and parted her labia with her fingers. He could see she was already wet, and he hadn’t tasted her in so long. He lifted his head to make up the distance between them and get his tongue on her but she pulled back before he could reach her. Cobb let out of whine, which was broken off by Issa-Or lowering to sit on his face. Din watched in awe as Cobb jumped straight into licking at her folds and pulling her closer so he could get his mouth on her clit. 

“You doing alright back there, Din?” Issa-Or said to Din. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.  He shuffled down the bed to rest between Cobb’s spread legs. They looked so good together, Din thought. So fucking hot. He needed to show Cobb how much he loved him, and determined to suck his dick. His boyfriend was already hard, just from the nipple play earlier and feeling he always loved of considering if getting his head crushed by thighs was a good way to go. He licked at him gently before taking as much of him as he could into his mouth. They fell into an easy rhythm, with just the sounds of Cobb licking hungrily at Issa’s cunt while Din swallowed around his cock.

After a little while, Issa-Or pulled off of his face long enough to turn around so she could face Din.

“You should see him, boss,” she said, and Cobb held back a groan. “See how pretty he looks around you.” 

She leaned forwards and propped herself up on her hands while Cobb kept hold of her thighs to keep his tongue fucking into her. Din pulled off and pushed Cobb’s cock back so that she could suck gently at the head, her tongue flat over his slit. While she took over, Din dipped his head to suck at his balls, cradling them in one hand. Cobb moaned, his face buried in his best friend’s cunt still. Din licked a long stripe back up his shaft to brush noses with Issa-Or and join her in licking at the head.

Cobb was glad he couldn’t see much from his position, or he’s fairly certain the sight of both their tongues meeting on his cock would’ve actually caused his brain to melt. He was determined not to come first, no matter how hot it was. He was here for them to use him.

Satisfied with her work, Issa-Or turned back again. When she pulled off, Cobb looked at her dazed, a string of saliva and her wetness from his tongue to her folds. Cobb gripped her thighs to pull her back down onto him, and Issa ground onto his face. Cobb bucked into Din’s mouth. 

“You gonna come on his face?” Din asked Issa when he pulled up to watch her writhe on him.  

“Yes, fuck, yes,” she said, her hips grinding faster on his eager mouth. 

Din pumped with his hand while he watched, his other hand holding him up so he could grind his dick onto the bed for a bit.

“Good. He wants to come so bad,” Din said. “I won’t let him until you do.” He descended back down to take Cobb’s cock back into his mouth. 

“Fuck,” she said, and somewhere underneath her, Cobb groaned and attempted to fuck up into Din’s mouth.

She came with a shudder, with Cobb’s mouth latched onto her clit, sucking gently while his fingers teased at her folds. She dropped down with unsteady knees onto on the pillow next to his head and watched Din at work, licking and sucking at Cobb’s cock, his hand pumping around what he can’t quite fit in yet. 

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re doing so well. Isn’t he doing well, Issa?” “ Mmm .” “Fuck. Please, both of you. Please let me come, please, please,” Cobb begged.

Din looked up at them both with his big brown eyes. Issa’s chest heaving as she caught her breath, Cobb looking wrecked with her wetness damp on his beard. Without pulling off, Din reached up to grab Cobb’s hand, and for a second, Cobb entwined their fingers before Din pulled them to rest on the back of his head. Then, Cobb got the message and fucked up into his throat, holding him down. Din curled his fingers to put the tip of his thumb and index finger together where Cobb could see, to show he was alright. The feeling of Din’s throat around Cobb’s dick was so good he was both desperate to come and desperate to stay like this forever.

“His mouth feels good, partner? You taught him well to take that much, look at him,” Issa-Or said, reaching over to roll Cobb’s nipple between her fingers. “Sweet mouth. Come for him.”

“Fuck. My good Din. Fuck, I love you so much,” Cobb cried as he fucked and came with a gasp into Din’s mouth. He let go of Din’s head, and Din dropped the hand signal, but Din licked him through it, swallowing down most of his come until it was too much stimulation, and Cobb weakly batted at his shoulder. 

“One click and I’ll be with you, baby,” Cobb said, his voice sounding far off like it had catapulted somewhere else with the force of his orgasm.

Issa-Or leant forwards and pushed Din’s sweat-damp curls out of his face. “Such a good boy,” she said and watched him grind onto the mattress in response. It sent all sorts of happy signals straight to his dick to be praised by both of them. 

“Come up here, sugar,” Issa said, and Din pushed himself further up Cobb’s body. He licked into Cobb’s mouth and could taste her on his lips which made him groan further.

“I’ve never,” he began but drove back into kissing Cobb. Cobb, more awake now, pulled Din onto his chest and kissed him back hungrily, revelling in the taste of both of them. Din ground his dick lazily against Cobb’s thigh and said, “Never tasted pussy before.”

“Would you like to try, Din?” Issa-Or said and spread her legs before him, her knee pressing against his arm as she sat with her back against the headboard.

“Teach me?” Din said to Cobb. Cobb moaned at that, wishing he could be ready to go again just for that.

“Yes, Din,” Cobb said. “We’re gonna be so good to her.”

“Tell him. I’ll lie back and enjoy,” Issa-Or said to Din with a wink. 

Din sat back on his heels and looked at the both of them. He stroked his own cock a little to take the edge off as he watched Issa lie down on her back and watched Cobb hold one hand on her knee and the other over her mound parting her with his fingers.

“Real simple, baby. Try it like you kissed her,” Cobb said, stroking the back of Din’s hair as he dropped to press his lips to her.  “That’s it, listen to how she responds. See how she likes that? She makes that noise, you’re doing something good, sweetheart.” 

He laved his tongue over her clit and then sucked. Her hips bucked up, but Cobb held her down gently by pressing his forearm across her hips, the excess energy coming out with an involuntary kick of her leg which made Cobb grin.

“Add your finger,” Cobb said. He loved how easily Din followed a suggestion. That part he didn’t need any instruction on and pushed his fingers into her, slowly. He curled his fingers to look for the best spot inside her and grinned against her cunt when she whined as he stroked. 

"Fuck, Din, there- don't stop-"

He kept his mouth working on her clit. Cobb’s free hand, not holding Din’s hair, reached up to feel for a breast and played with her nipple as she whined. Din fell into the rhythm easy enough, a nice consistent pace that kept her orgasm building nicely. 

"There you go, baby, isn't she sweet? Keep going," Cobb said as he let her go, and she arched off the bed and ground against Din's face. The curve of his nose pressed against her clit while he tried his best to get his tongue in her alongside his fingers. Cobb held the back of Din's head against her, not pushing, just holding. He loved stroking Din’s hair. She came for the second time against Din’s face, and Cobb could see him practically humping the bed at the overwhelming sense of new taste and sensation. 

"Please," she said, and Cobb knew what she meant.

"Now you can fuck her, sweetheart, she likes it if you push in while she's still sensitive. Iss, he's gonna fuck you so good just you wait, let me help you, darlin’," Cobb said, his own fingers coming to replace Din's lips as Din got up, gently stroking, keeping Issa-Or shuddering and sensitive without pushing her into oversensitivity.   

He only ended his litany to get his mouth on Din's cock, just a few strokes with his mouth before he pulled off after a warning growl from an impatient Issa. He pressed a kiss to the tip that made Din smile before giving a light swat on the ass to send him on his way.

“All okay, Issa?” he said, coming forward to cover her body with his, resting on his hands on either side of her.

“Yes, fuck, Din, fuck me,” she gasped.  Issa groaned as he pushed in, her pussy accommodating him with ease. She told Din how he filled her so well, how he was doing so well for her. 

Even though he wasn’t as big as Cobb, it wasn’t every day she wanted something that big inside her. Din, in contrast, always wanted Cobb to fill him up as much as he could. 

Cobb had never thought he’d be the kind of guy to get off on his man fucking someone else. Some folks did it as a humiliation thing, apparently. And while he didn’t think he physically could fuck Iss like this, his cock was overstimulated and doing its best to stir. He sure was proud to see Din fuck into her, to wrench gasps and moans from her with each thrust. Pride, not shame. Wonder and love. 

Din pulled back and sat up, grabbing onto her hips to fuck deeper. Cobb helpfully pushed up her thigh by the back of her knee to give him a better angle.

“Fuck, Din, like that,” she gasped. “Keep going.”

“Such a good boy, cyar’ika, can you feel how wet she is for you?” Cobb said. Din nodded and moaned. He was laid down with his head beside her raised thigh, watching for a moment as his beloved’s dick pistoned in and out quickly and desperately.

Cobb slipped his fingers up to Din’s hole and stroked at his rim gently, pressing maddeningly. He wanted to push his fingers in, find the spot inside of him that would make him struggle not to blow right then in Issa.

Din sighed contentedly enough at just the gentle tease. It was enough to get Din talking, 

“Want you to fuck me, Cobb, want you to drive me into her. Fuck. You’re both so hot.”

“Next time, sweetheart, I will, I promise. Can you feel it, baby? How close she is? I’ve got you, I’ve got you both, don’t you worry,” Cobb said. His fingertips were quick on Issa’s clit, pushing her further towards the edge while Din ground his hips into her.

“Cobb,” she moaned. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Din , fuck.”

She came then and cursed in Huttese. Din fucked her through it, swearing as he felt her break. 

“That’s enough, you did so well,” Cobb said when Issa’s gasping breaths slowed slightly.

As he pulled out, Cobb was still lying next to Issa-Or, his head level with her hip. Din’s dick stood out, wet with Issa’s wetness. 

“You good up there, honey?” Cobb said to Issa-Or, looking up and back at her, upside down. She smacked him in the face lightly in response with a hum, just dropping her hand on him, exhausted. He laughed, taking that as a yes, shut the fuck up.

Din was already so close from fucking Issa through her third orgasm, feeling her clench around him, so wet. He climbed over their tangled limbs, so Cobb’s thigh and Issa’s were between his knees. “Chest,” Din said.

Cobb shifted downwards, so Din’s knee was pressed into the v of his legs. Propping himself up on one shaky elbow, he reached up and took Din’s dick into his hand and rushed to stroke him off. When Din came with a grunt after only a few strokes, his come spattered across Cobb’s chest, marking him as his. 

Then they collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed. Cobb revelled in the feeling of the sweat sticking to him, the drying come and spit in his beard and on his face and the warmth of Din's cum on his chest. The pair of them pulled themselves up the bed to rest their heads on Issa's chest. They laid there catching their breath for a minute.

"Alright, boys, let me up," Issa said once she had come down enough for the mess to get uncomfortable.

As she extracted herself from the pile, she looked back and saw Din and Cobb turn to each other, nose to nose, and Cobb slung an arm over Din's shoulder. She picked up Cobb’s shirt from the floor on her way past and threw it at him, which he caught and wiped up the mess on his chest. 

By the time she returned from the fresher, they were exchanging lazy kisses, gentle and sweet. She heard Cobb whisper to Din, checking in that he was okay and heard Din's dazed, happy response.

Issa clambered back over them and laid back down with her chest against Cobb's back and her arm wound around his chest. Din dipped down and placed a kiss on her forearm.

“All good?” Cobb asked.

“All good,” Issa-Or confirmed.

Din hummed in affirmation. 

They all definitely needed a shower, but that could wait. In the morning, Cobb would bring them both caf, the good kind, and offer her his water shower because he considered himself a gentleman. They would bicker about who had to take the first patrol while Din got ready to pick up Grogu from Jo.