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Cipher Nine carefully slid another step forward along the rickety under-structure of the abandoned pier. The, thankfully gloved, fingers of his right hand lightly felt along the upper warren of half-rotted planks and beams that held the walkway of the pier together. Nothing but sand and the leavings of birds so far, at least he hoped that was all he was dragging his fingers over. The ominous shadows of circling beach birds slid over the sand as he gingerly continued to move, no doubt getting ready to shit on him from above. Being a sniper had not made him a fan of birds.

Lana and Theron stood on the wet sand beneath him and just out of reach of whatever he dislodged doing a poor job of keeping watch, not that any self respecting Rishi pirate would have been up and about at the arse-end of dawn, but still.
Lana had identified the old pier as the hiding place of the repeater unit their smuggler target must be using and led them here before deciding to go asshole Sith and refuse to levitate it free. Ostensibly because there might be Jedi nearby but when were there ever Jedi on Rishi.
Theron got out of climbing duty by being shorter than Nine and also prone to falling off things when startled. Republic agent training must be really lax or maybe they let him get off easy for being a Shan. Or his hacking skills let him slid by the requirements – he was very very good at that after all.

Stretching higher to reach the top of the next beam must have exposed Nine's stomach between the low slung trousers and the thin shirt of his disguise judging by the appreciative low whistle from his audience.
“Now I want to lick his stomach” - Theron, always sharing his feelings.
“Mmmhm” - Lana, hopefully not planning something here in the sand. Sand and wherever licking led was not a good combination.

Nine slid another step forward when the beam under him stopped swaying from the latest wave to jolt the old pier. The faint sea breeze was still cool enough to feel good against him as he continued the hunt for the repeater while trying not to think about being licked by hot, wet human tongues.
“Actually I want to lick him all over”
“Yesss”
Not thinking of hot, wet human anything was getting harder. If they kept this up he would end up falling arse over tit off the pier and break a leg. Then the damned beach birds would descend en masse and pick at him in the belief he was food. And then the smuggler would be sure to show up and die laughing and then where would they get the information they needed.
Nine sighed as he made it to the end of the section without falling.
Holding on to the so called support pole, that was swaying a bit with the added weight, he let his shoulders rest a moment. His ever helpful team was now suggesting he should take the chance to remove his shirt which earned them a rude gesture. No way was he getting rid of anything that kept the debris from the pier off his skin.

Trying harder not to think of hot, wet things as he maneuvered through the cross section was not working. Now he really missed his imp armour. Not only did it have a very nice cooling system custom built for his Chiss heat sensitivity, it also hid the evidence of hot, wet thoughts in a way the thin trousers of his disguise very soon would not. And it was mostly sand proof too.
His gymnastic efforts earned him a soft chorus of aahs and oohs – they were really getting into it down there. And the next section had an even taller gap between the upper and lower supports of course.
Nine rolled his shoulders and placed his feet carefully before going up on his toes and stretching up into his full reach.
“ Ooh I really want to lick that!”
“I want to suck it like a lollipop” - The popping sound at the end really sold the image.
Nine wobbled but managed to hold on. Now actually ignoring the rest of the commentary from below he felt along the upper support again. Yes! There was the corner of something. Sliding forward just a bit he managed to get a grip around it right when a bigger than normal wave hit the end of the pier. With only the meager finger hold of his left hand to hold him in place on the swaying structure he had no option but to pitch forward in a controlled fall and then tuck and roll over the wet sand. Ending up on one knee with his right hand holding the repeater safe against his chest and sand all over himself - again. He really hated beaches. And deserts too. And all the sand, all of it.

Cheering softly his team moved in for a hug, both of them patting him over, to check for damage in one case and to cop a feel or three in the other. He staggered up and dragged them with him despite their protests, there would be no licking here no matter how much they liked his taste or they would never get the sand out of all their tender places.

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Back in their secret hideout, after a swift detour to drop off the repeater for duplication and deciphering, not necessarily in that order, Nine was finally free of sand (mostly...probably). He was also naked on his knees in the middle of their combined bedding on the floor, thoroughly licked, nipped, kissed and bitten, with both his hot wet humans draped against him. If it wasn't for the far too hot Richi temperature it would be pure heaven.

Nine panted in the heat a moment before bending to lick and kiss his way down Lana's lovely throat as he let his hands roam up and down her sides and back. He knew better than to try and bite her.
The salty taste of fresh sweat on clean human skin was such a sure turn-on for him now that the taste alone made him shiver. She smiled at him, taking a firmer grip on his hips and pulling him further into the wet heat of her. Theron at his back nipped at his side, one hand fondling his balls as the fingers of the other scissored him open. Nine abandoned her throat for a moment to let his head fall back against Theron's shoulder to share a messy sideways kiss. The wide open balcony door let in whatever wind there was to be had from the sea shore and all Nine could see from their nest on the floor was the glint and glitter of the sea and the blue, blue sky above and then just the glorious mess of Lana's hair getting in his face as she kissed and nipped down his throat.

When Theron reached for the lube beside the bedding Lana leaned back gracefully. With her hips and arse supported by their combined pillows she held him securely in place inside her as her head and shoulders came to rest against the bedding. As Nine bowed down along the slope of her torso to kiss her breasts, he noted in passing that she had placed her own pillows in the bottom of the heap. He and Theron would surely have interesting dreams later with the smell of her arousal all over their pillows, especially Theron whose pillow was on top.
Theron behind him seemed not to have noticed the pillows at all as he was busy rubbing his face against Nine's back while his hands were fiddling with the lube. Nine, still on his knees, rested his weight on one elbow keeping his other arm free to roam over Lana's chest and side while giving Theron easy access to his backside. The friendly pat on his bum that followed indicated appreciation of the pose as Theron positioned himself even closer behind him.

Nine made a small gasping sound against the curve of Lana's breast when Theron entered him and they both held still. Lana's fingers slid through his hair while he adjusted to the feeling. It had been a while since he did this. Theron made an inquiring sound and Nine adjusted his stance before nodding at him to go on. Lana distracted him with kisses and nipping at his lips as Theron carefully inched deeper bit by bit until his humans were tightly plastered against him as close as they could get and then held still there.
“Yes, you can move now”
Theron did not need to be told twice and started out with a slow even rhythm. Nine let Theron set the pace and let the momentum of the strokes move him into Lana in turn. She let her head and shoulders fall back on the bedding with a satisfied moan and Nine kissed the rosy pink nipple of the breast that was all but thrust against his face.

They all moved so well together with gasps and moans and “yes” and “there”, soft lips and gentle hands touching and kneading. Nine felt his brain finally relaxing and letting go of its unrelenting attention to all that happened around him, his world narrowing down to just the touch and taste and sounds of his lovers. For a timeless while there was only pleasure given and received...

Nine blinked up at the ceiling from his place at the bottom of the hot pile of limbs holding him close, feeling half cooked and utterly relaxed. The beach bird outside screeched again before noisily flapping off on its bird business.
Nine regretfully extricated himself from the pile and rolled off the bedding only to flop down on his back on the stone floor. Not being able to sweat was no picnic in this weather.

A blissfully cooler time later the pile started moving a little. Lana peeked at him over Theron's hip and winked before levitating a cold, wet cloth from the bathroom, only to drop it over his face with a splat. His muffled and sarkastic thanks only made her giggle. His humans clearly had no respect at all for his deadly skill sets. The cloth was nice and cool though so there was that.
“Hurry up with the cool down so we can warm you up again, we have two more hours to kill”
But they certainly appreciated his other skills and getting half cooked with them was worth it every time.
Nine grinned and returned to their eager embraces.