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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 .”

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Obi-Wan curled tighter against the warmth pressed against him, nuzzling softly against the firm surface tiredly only to freeze as he heard a soft chuckle and felt a strong arm wrapping around him.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes blearily, looking up at the hazel eyes looking down at him, Jaster’s soft, amused look making his cheeks flush.

Kal grumbled quietly behind him, pressing against him tighter so that he was squished between the two of them, kissing Obi-Wan’s shoulder softly as he rubbed his face against Obi-Wan’s skin softly, stubble scratching lightly at his skin.

“Morning cyare ,” Jaster said, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Good morning,” Obi-Wan murmured, hands finding Jaster’s chest to press against softly, the steady heartbeat soothing underneath his palm as he soaked in the warmth of being wrapped up with someone else.

“It’s too damn early,” Kal grumbled, “And I need to shave.”

“I don’t know. It might feel nice between my legs at some point,” Obi-Wan said softly, even as his cheeks started to heat up.

Kal hummed softly, nipping at Obi-Wan's shoulder, “Oh is that so? Would you like to put that to the test, mesh’la ?”

“I might,” Obi-Wan agreed, already feeling himself growing wet from Kal’s mouth against his shoulder, humming softly as Jaster’s hand found his hip, squeezing lightly.

“Do you trust us?” Jaster questioned, his voice a murmur.

“I let you try to get me pregnant, didn’t I?”

“I guess that’s true. Kal hasn’t gotten to do one of his favorite things in a really long time. I think that it’s finally time, so long as you're alright with him trying it.”

Kal groaned softly behind Obi-Wan, shifting even as Obi-Wan looked back at him curiously, watching as he laid down on his back, eyes dark with interest as he looked at Obi-Wan with a hungry look.

“Wh at’s his favorite thing?” Obi-Wan questioned, looking back at Jaster as the man sat up, blankets pooling around his waist.

“We’ll show you,” Jaster promised, “Can I kiss you?”

Obi-Wan nodded, tilting his head up as Jaster slid him into his lap, leading the kiss as Obi-Wan started to get even wetter. Jaster’s hand found Obi-Wan’s slit, finger petting it softly as Obi-Wan started to squirm in his arms, cock thickening as Jaster played with him.

Jaster’s mouth moved to his neck, sucking the same dark marks that had made Obi-Wan’s toes curl the night before as two fingers brushed through his already slick folds, Jaster’s fingers making Obi-Wan moan softly into the kiss.

Obi-Wan yelped when Jaster picked him up with ease, wrapping Obi-Wan’s legs around his waist as Jaster nipped at his bottom lip.

“I’m guessing if no one’s ever been able to find your clit that you’ve never sat on someone’s face before,” Jaster murmured against his lips.

Obi-Wan’s face flushed crimson.

“I’ve never done wh- what?”

“Can I put you on top of Kal’s face?” Jaster asked.

“I-I’ll crush him!” Obi-Wan managed to squeak out as his face grew hotter and Jaster laughed softly.

“Baby you might be fifty-five kilograms soaking wet,” Jaster murmured, “You most certainly won’t crush him. If he needs to, I promise he’ll just lift you.”

“I’m fifty-seven kilograms,” Obi-Wan corrected firmly.

“And when we were teens he let someone who was ninety-five kilograms ride his face,” Jaster replied, sounding amused, “You’ll be like a feather.”

“Only cowards have a riding limit,” Kal grumbled and then a little gentler as he looked at Obi-Wan, eyes crinkling in the corners as he gave him a soft smile, “C’mere, Ob’ika. You won’t hurt me, I promise.”

“On ly- only if you’re sure,” Obi-Wan said, his flush travelling down his chest.

Jaster kissed his temple before shifting him over Kal’s face, one of his thighs on either side of the man as he looked up at Obi-Wan and then between his legs with a half-lidded look.

“Let’s see what my stubble feels like between your legs, cyar’ika ,” Kal murmured, strong arms hooking Obi-Wan’s thighs to pull him down closer to his mouth.

Obi-Wan shuddered when Kal’s warm breath hit his already aching core, cunt growing wetter at just the thought of the man’s mouth between his legs once more.

He bit into the space between his thumb and fingers when a tongue licked along his slit, eyes falling to Jaster helplessly as Kal pulled him down a little further.

“We’ve got you, mesh’la ,” Jaster promised, shifting closer, “If you want to stop all you have to do is say so.”

“Kiss me?” Obi-Wan breathed, forcing his hand from his mouth and Jaster ducked down, catching Obi-Wan’s gasp as Kal’s mouth found Obi-Wan’s cunt, arms tugging Obi-Wan down so that he could bury his face between Obi-Wan’s legs, his moan sending sparks of pleasure down Obi-Wan’s spine.

Kal ate him out messily, rocking him softly as Jaster broke their kiss, dark eyes looking at where Obi-Wan’s thighs were bracketing Kal’s face.

“Kark, that’s hot,” Jaster muttered, “Why don’t you ride his face a little bit, sweet thing? Let him just enjoy being used.”

Obi-Wan whimpered, even as he started to grind against Kal’s face, desperate for the friction that Kal's mouth and tongue brought as the heat pooled in his gut.

Kal groaned softly, hands urging Obi-Wan to press harder against his face as his tongue flicked at Obi-Wan’s clit.

Obi-Wan accidentally squeezed his legs close around Kal’s face, mortified until Kal just moaned, pressing his face even harder against Obi-Wan’s core as Obi-Wan chased his pleasure desperately.

Ob i-Wan came hard, the feeling sneaking up on him so fast that all he could do was clench his legs around Kal’s face as a wave of wetness covered the man’s face, Obi-Wan panting softly as Kal continued to rock him back and forth, making his muscles seize as the man drew out Obi-Wan's orgasm, making his toes curl as his eyes squeezed shut tightly, fingers tightening in the sheets.

Kal continued to nuzzle at his core even as Obi-Wan looked at Jaster, embarrassed.

“I-I can’t move,” he admitted.

Jaster just laughed softly, “Let him keep you there for a minute, alright?”

Obi-Wan nodded, cheeks flushed and then his eyes widened as Jaster shifted, pushing the blankets down to take Kal’s cock in his hand, stroking him quickly as Kal moaned, hips arching into the touch.

“Grind down on his face a little,” Jaster instructed, “It’ll make him come faster.”

Obi-Wan felt like his face was on fire, even as he followed Jaster’s instructions, rocking back and forth on Kal’s face the best he could with his shaky legs, moaning softly at the stimulation on his already oversensitive cunt.

Kal’s lips managed to wrap around Obi-Wan’s clit again and only his arms clenching the sheets kept him from dropping all of his weight on Kal, thighs trembling from the stimulation.

“Let your weight drop, mesh’la ,” Jaster murmured, “Just trust me.”

Obi-Wan whimpered but obeyed, letting his weight drop heavily onto Kal’s face the scratch of his stubble sent shivers through him, eyes widening as Kal’s fingers dug into his hips, back arching a little as he came, ropes of come covering the man’s stomach and Jaster’s hand as Jaster worked him through his orgasm, the vibrations from the man’s moan making Obi-Wan’s cunt ache in the best of ways.

“Per fect,” Jaster said, letting Kal’s cock go before shifting to pull Obi-Wan off the man’s face, kissing his temple softly as he set Obi-Wan into his lap, hard cock pressing up against Obi-Wan’s sensitive folds.

“Do I get to ride you now?” Obi-Wan asked softly and Jaster moaned.

“You can if you’d like,” Jaster replied, his voice thick, “Is that what you’d like?”

Obi-Wan let his hand slide down the man’s abs, wrapping it around Jaster’s cock to pump the man a few times, cunt fluttering in anticipation despite the fact that all of his nerves felt like a livewire.

He rubbed his cunt against the man’s cock, letting it slide through his slick folds as another warm body pressed against his back, Kal’s lips finding Obi-Wan’s shoulder right as he lined Jaster up, sinking down with a silent yell, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the burn of the stretch and pleasure of being full became overwhelming.

Kal’s hands found his hips, helping him to move up and down on Jaster’s cock—first with small motions to get him used to being filled before pulling him the whole way up and pushing him down—making him take the man’s cock over and over again with an ease that he’d never thought he’d get.

Jaster came quickly, warmth spreading deep inside of Obi-Wan as Jaster's hand wrapped around Obi-Wan's cock, Jaster jerking him off quickly as Kal’s fingers found his clit, playing with him until he came so hard that he saw stars, body slumping against Jaster.

“Mmm yeah that’s it, mesh’la ,” Jaster murmured, ‘We’ll make you feel like this for the rest of your life, if you’d like.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan managed to breathe, “Yes that’s what I want. I want to go with you.”

“We weren’t planning on leaving without you,” Kal nipped at his ear, “We’ll get you packed up and then back to our ship. But first I want to stop by the bar you like to frequent.”

“Yeah?” Obi-Wan asked, a little shyly, “For what?”

Obi-Wan stepped through the bar doors, face turning pink as Jaster’s hand found the small of his back, a warm, reassuring weight as everyone looked up and the loud roar of the bar slowly faded to a murmur.

Kal stalked forward to the bar, saying something to Quinlan softly and holding out a hand as Quinlan stuck a piece chalk and eraser in his hand.

Obi-Wan blinked as he angrily erased the entire board declaring how many men had tried to sleep with him, cheeks heating in embarrassment as he realized that his new partners had seen it until Kal began to write again.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Days Since Satisfying Sex: 0

Kal’s handwriting was surprisingly neat as he wrote and Obi-Wan flushed even deeper as he realized what Kal was doing.

“Are you really tryna say-?”

“That you’re a moron that doesn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground? Yeah. Definitely. I can’t believe it took you all five years to fail at what I did in five minutes.”

Kal’s smirk was sharp as he turned to the man.

“And I was timed. It was five minutes, blindfolded and handcuffed. It seems like you could all use a little bit more sexual education. I recommend staring at the diagrams for a little while before trying again. Maybe it’ll help but at the very least, you won’t be letting down a whole demographic so long as you have your head in a book instead of between someone’s legs.”

The man started to sputter and Kal barked out a laugh, leaning against the bar.

“Can I have a shot of wehyenbŕae ?” Kal requested.

Quin raised a brow but poured the shot, taking the offered credits from Kal with a look in Obi-Wan’s direction.

Jaster started to lead Obi-Wan towards the bar, leaning against the side with a look in Kal’s direction that made him snort.

“His friends,” Kal gestured to Siri and Quin, “Thought he’d want to see them and tell them about our plans. And I had a point to make anyway so it’s not like it was a problem.”

“Obi -Wan!”

Obi-Wan smiled as he stepped forward, Jaster’s hand still resting on the small of his back as he leaned against the bar, biting his lip softly as Siri took in his dishevelled appearance.

He’d been cleaned up and looking presentable—hickeys notwithstanding—up until the point that Kal had frowned at him, telling him that he looked far too unruffled and had proceeded to drop to his knees in front of Obi-Wan, swallowing his cock and making Obi-Wan come so hard that his legs had given out underneath him.

Only Jaster’s quick reflexes had saved him—scooping him up while Kal had held his hips against the counter to keep him from crumbling—and laughing softly as Obi-Wan had looked up at him with a wide, incredulous look.

“What?” Jaster murmured.

“He just-he just-.”

“Just what? Sucked your cock? Yeah, he does that.”

Obi-Wan whimpered softly, “No one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Yeah? Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Jaster murmured against his ear, making Obi-Wan shiver, “I’ll do it too. I’m not sure how your planet has managed to reproduce after all this time when they don’t even do something as simple as that.”

Obi-Wan bit his lip, looking up at Jaster.

Kal’s hand cupped his face and turned it so that he could press their lips together, leading Obi-Wan in a slow, soft kiss so that he could taste himself on the man's lips as his hand found the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, pulling softly on the hair so that it was dishevelled before pulling back and giving Obi-Wan a satisfied once-over.

“Perfect.”

“Siri.”

“You look like you got into a fight with a vacuum.”

“I’ve…” Obi-Wan trailed off, “...Finally found what I’m looking for.”

Her eyebrows rose as he leaned in.

“So your search is over then?”

Obi-Wan looked over at the sign that Kal had changed.

“Yeah,” he agreed softly, “My search is over.”

“But does that mean that you’re leaving?”

Quin shoved himself next to Siri, looking at him intently.

“I d on’t have anything here but the two of you and a ruined reputation,” Obi-Wan murmured, “And…they’ve offered me everything I’ve ever wanted so…yeah. I have to go.”

“Well they could always stay here and fist-fight anyone who tries to talk shit about you,” Quin said seriously, “The blonde looks like he’ll fight them just for the sake of it.”

Kal smirked, “I would.”

His face got a little softer as he looked over at Obi-Wan, fingers brushing against one of the hickeys on his neck, “But we can’t stay. Our job might take us to other places on occasion but…we’re always needed back home.”

“So your job is more important than Obi-Wan’s,” Quinlan frowned.

“I don’t have a job, Quin,” Obi-Wan told him exasperatedly, “My job is to stay out of my parent’s hair.”

“I’m not saying that anyone’s job is more important than the other,” Kal said firmly, “I’m saying that we can’t stay. As…as much as we’d want to, we can’t. We could come back and visit and spend as much time as possible here but…it wouldn’t be enough time. It wouldn’t be what he deserved.”

“What do you do that’s so important?” Quin challenged.

“I’m the right hand to the Mand’alor ,” Kal said flatly, “The leader of the Mandalorian Empire.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as his head snapped to the side to look at Kal, “Wh-What?”

“He asked what I do. That’s what I do. I’m his second. I’m in charge of the Cuy'val Dar . A subsection of the ori'ramikade —Supercommandos, in basic—who work undercover in intelligence and analytics to protect Mandalore. That’s most of what my job entails and I can’t do it from a planet I can’t secure.”

“Does that make you a trophy husband?” Quin asked Obi-Wan and then he frowned, looking over at Jaster, “Does that make you a trophy husband? Can someone have two trophy husbands?”

“It makes me the Mand’alor ,” Jaster dryly, “Though I’m sure that I would make a wonderful trophy husband.”

“Wa - wait what?” Obi-Wan spluttered even as Quin grinned.

“Go Obi-Wan! All he wanted was good sex but he managed to bag himself two high-profile men. Most people aspire to just get one.”

“Quinlan!” Obi-Wan scolded as he looked back at his grin.

“He’s not…wrong,” Jaster said slowly, “Though I’m a little concerned about his fixation about you being a trophy husband.”

“He got dropped on the head a lot as an orphan,” Siri said gravely and Kal barked out a laugh.

“That I could see,” he agreed and Quinlan frowned.

“I did not,” he disagreed, “I fell. All by myself. I didn’t need anyone’s help.”

“I’m not sure what Asajj sees in you,” Siri rolled her eyes at him.

“I can make her come. It’s a low bar they set here. Why do you think I stayed?” Quin shot back.

Obi-Wan snorted, hand in front of his mouth as he tried not to laugh.

“It is a low bar,” Kal agreed solemnly.

Quin grinned for a minute before the look slowly melted off his face.

“That means you’re leaving, doesn’t it?” he asked, eyes finding Obi-Wan's.

“Yes. I am,” Obi-Wan agreed, “I’m- a little nervous but excited, as well. I’m hoping that I might find what I’m looking for on Mandalore and…honestly, I think that this is by far my best shot. There’s nothing left for me here, besides you and Siri.”

He looked up at the sign that Kal had changed with a soft smile.

“I’ll still visit,” Obi-Wan said, turning back to the man, “I want my children to get to know their aunts and uncles, even if they don’t live here.”

“You’re going all in?” Quin’s eyebrows were in his hairline, eyes wide in surprise.

“Yeah. I had….a very good night. Very good.”

“Y eah it looks like it,” Quin snorted, “But if you’re going to be leaving at least sit down to have a drink and tell me what made you look like you got electrocuted, would ya? You’ve got some time.”

“I…still have to speak with my parents,” Obi-Wan admitted, “But I’ve got a little time if no one minds?”

He looked between Kal and Jaster shyly.

“We’ve got some time,” Kal agreed, sliding into a seat at the same time that Jaster’s arms wrapped around Obi-Wan, pulling the man into his lap as he sat down on one of the barstools.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan murmured, settling his head against the man’s shoulder as he nuzzled into him.

“Hello,” Jaster murmured back.

“If they’d like a dowry then I suppose you’ll have to sell the house.”

Obi-Wan’s mother was serious and stiff as she spoke and he frowned.

“I’m not asking for a dowr-.”

“You’ve wasted enough of our time and money.”

Obi-Wan flinched back as his father walked in, cheeks heating in embarrassment as he looked down at his feet, spine straight.

“That wasn’t my intention,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

“We’ve been the talk of the town; the parents of the Whore of Wæŕkij. Honestly, did you even think of us when you decided to start with your nonsense? You couldn’t just be happy with Brun. You had to go and make a fool out of us! A sign that tells everyone how many times you’ve spread your legs! Hanging in the damn bar, Obi-Wan! You’re no child of mine-!”

Kal stepped in front of Obi-Wan at the same time that Jaster reached for him, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“You keep talking about my future riduur like that and it’ll be the last thing you say.”

Kal’s voice made the hairs on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck stand up and he frowned, looking at Jaster anxiously even as Jaster gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’ll be over quickly, trust me,” Jaster murmured, “There’s a reason that Kal is my second and it’s not because I’m sleeping with him.”

“You come here to ask for-!”

“I’m not asking for shit!” Kal snapped out angrily, “I’m telling you that he’s leaving with us, which he wanted to do. The only reason that we’re here is to ensure that you know the house will be empty and give you permission to do what you will with it. I didn’t bring him here to listen to you belittle him!”

“Although it doesn’t hurt that I’m sleeping with him. He’s really hot when he’s defending the people he cares about,” Jaster amended, whispering against Obi-Wan’s ear as he squeezed him against him with a kiss on his temple.

“Two! You’re taking two husbands like some kind of harl-.”

“You keep talking and you’ll find yourself without a tongue.”

Obi-Wan could hear a pin drop as the room grew quiet, his mother’s eyes wide as she took a step back from Kal, his father standing with his spine straight and a sneer on his face as Kal stood nose to nose with him.

“Clearly you won’t mind if we steal him from you,” Kal said evenly, “So he’ll be coming with us. You do what you want with the house when it’s empty and I hope that we’ll never have to meet again. Something tells me it will be in your best interest if you want to stay alive that we don’t cross paths again.”

“Then leave,” Obi-Wan’s mother spat, “But don’t come running back to us when you get replaced by the younger version in ten years. No one respectable would want you after you paraded yourself around town!"

“You’re just making me want to visit in ten years,” Kal said with a sharp smile, “So maybe we should just leave before I end up in jail again.”

“I’m not bailing you out this time,” Jaster said flatly, sighing at Obi-Wan’s look, “Don’t worry. I’ll bail him out. I always do.”

“Always?” Obi-Wan whispered, “How many times have you had to bail him out?”

“Probably for the best that you don’t know,” Jaster murmured back, “Are you ready to leave, Ob’ika ?”

Obi-Wan nodded, letting the both of them leave, ignoring the heat from his parent’s glares as they left, disappointment and anxiety sitting heavy in his stomach.

“I didn’t make the sign,” Obi-Wan murmured quietly, fingers clenching into the sheets of the bed that he was sitting on.

“Hm mm, baby?” Jaster asked as he stopped rooting through Obi-Wan's drawers, “What are you talking about?”

 “The men at the bar made it and anytime we tried to take it down they just put it back up. So I owned it. It wasn’t a jab at anyone,” Obi-Wan murmured again, “To make fun of me when they’d end up failing. To them, I was the broken one. If they couldn’t do it, then no one could.”

“You aren’t broken,” Jaster said firmly, “And we’ve proven that your body does exactly what you said it could, when you are with the right person. And I should have let Kal fist-fight that idiot when he had the chance.”

“Brun,” Obi-Wan admitted, “By ex-fiance. My parents matched us together when we were younger but…the first time we went to do anything…it hurt. A lot more than anyone said it would and so I made him stop. He told me there was something wrong with my body because it wasn’t doing what it was supposed to. I should have- I should have just been able to take him.”

Kal frowned, the waves of anger rolling off of him making Obi-Wan’s throat tighten.

“I made a deal with him,” Obi-Wan admitted, embarrassment making his throat burn, “That if he could get me wet before he tried to push into me again then I’d marry him. I- It didn’t work, clearly but…he told me that no one would be able to do it and to prove his point he brought me to a bar to give everyone the challenge.”

“The first few tried but I- I think that I was so nervous and humiliated that even if they’d been close it wouldn’t have mattered,” Obi-Wan whispered, “And then Brun made the sign. Quin and Siri tried taking it down but they’d put it back up. It became a game so I- I let them believe that it didn’t bother me.”

“Yo u’re serious,” Kal said flatly, “He just- just threw you to whoever asked? What the- I should have killed him when I had the chance.”

"He wasn’t the only person to try to kriff me without actually doing what he said he would,” Obi-Wan shrugged, “But normally they’d at least try to ply me with alcohol so that my senses would be dull enough that I wouldn’t notice.”

At Kal’s face, he babbled.

“It didn’t ever work! If I was too drunk Quin wouldn’t let me go home with th-!”

“It doesn’t matter if their intentions didn’t work out,” Jaster said firmly, “It’s bad enough that they were going to try.”

Obi-Wan grew quiet for a moment, before sighing softly.

“I know,” Obi-Wan agreed, “But…I was beginning to think it was a lost cause. I felt…like I was really broken after so many people had tried and failed. Even when I first met you two, Quin didn’t want me to go home with you. He was afraid that you’d paired up so that I wouldn’t be able to say no.”

“That didn’t happen, obviously,” Obi-Wan cut Kal off, anticipating his words from the anger that was clear on his face, “And it was exactly what I needed and what I wanted. I’m not…going to be sad to leave this all behind if I’m being honest. I’ll be sad to leave Siri and Quin and Asajj but not the expectations that I could never meet. I’ll happily leave those behind. And the shame that I felt from them.”

“We can finish getting you packed up tonight,” Jaster murmured, “And we can be on our ship and heading for Mandalore by tomorrow afternoon.”

“I- I’d like that…” Obi-Wan started, “But…but were you serious about marrying me?”

“Of course we were,” Kal frowned, “We already told you that.”

“I know!" Obi-Wan winced, "It’s just…well I’m dualsex."

“Alright,” Jaster said slowly, “Does that mean it’s improper for you to be unmarried and sleeping with someone?”

“Well, yes,” Obi-Wan agreed, “But also it makes it illegal for me to leave the planet without someone acting in my interest. I was hoping to get permission from my parents but as you can see, that didn’t end very well.”

“Yo u have to get married to leave the planet?” Jaster asked and Obi-Wan thought he sounded a bit horrified.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan agreed again, “That or my father’s permission. All dualsex people do. So…I know that I was saying that I would go with you but if you’d like to take the time to get to know each other first then I was wondering if you’d maybe be willing to visit-.”

“Where is the nearest courthouse?” Kal cut him off.

“Wh-ummm, probably about a ten-minute walk?” Obi-Wan asked, a bit confused.

“Then lead the way,” Jaster said firmly, “We aren’t leaving our pregnant partner on this backwater planet. You’re coming with us.”

Something warmed in Obi-Wan’s chest as he looked at the determined looks on their faces.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yes,” Kal said firmly, “Right now.”

“Yeah?” Kal murmured against Obi-Wan’s ear and Obi-Wan whined a little.

“Yes. Please ,” he pleaded softly, tilting his head so that Kal could kiss down his neck.

“Horny little thing, aren’t you?” Kal muttered against his neck.

“You did this,” Obi-Wan accused, voice almost a whine, “By getting me pregnant.”

“How do you know that I’m the one who got you pregnant?” Kal nipped at his ear as Obi-Wan shuddered.

“Because I said so now stop teasing me,” Obi-Wan’s fingers dug into Kal’s skin.

Kal smirked, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s Adam’s apple before finally lining up his cock so that Obi-Wan could sink down on it, eyelids fluttering as Kal filled him up.

“Yesss,” Obi-Wan hissed, moaning softly, “That’s it.”

“You look beautiful like this,” Kal murmured.

“Like what? Gagging for your cock?” Obi-Wan muttered out.

Kal’s hands slipped up to cup Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach, lips finding Obi-Wan’s as Obi-Wan’s fingers clenched his shoulders, the man already bouncing up and down on his cock desperately as his mouth slipped open to let Kal push his tongue in.

“Lik e you’re going to give birth to our ade soon,” Kal murmured when he broke the kiss to breathe, “Like you’re in love with the men that you decided to marry.”

“I am in love with the men that I married,” Obi-Wan’s breath started to come faster as he continued to ride Kal, rolling his hips as he sank down again and again, toes curling from the sensation as Kal started to nip at his jaw.

“That’s good because we love you too,” Kal muttered against his skin.

“If you really loved me then you wouldn’t have teased me for so long.”

“You know you love it,” Kal nipped at his neck, “You love being able to feel your orgasm in your toes after I’ve played with you for so long that you’re begging to come.”

Kal moaned as Obi-Wan slammed down on his cock, rocking back and forth as his nails dug into Kal’s skin, teeth knocking as Obi-Wan kissed him hard, Kal’s hands still to let Obi-Wan take what he wanted.

“Kark.”

Obi-Wan heard Jaster behind him but didn’t stop, riding Kal so hard that the man’s head fell back, pressed against the headboard as Obi-Wan chased after the heat that was starting to tighten in his gut.

Jaster’s chest pressed against his back, the older man’s hand slipping down to lightly tease Obi-Wan’s clit and he whimpered, tilting his head so that Jaster could press wet kisses along the stretch of pale skin as his other hand held tight to Obi-Wan’s hip.

“Mmm look at our sweet boy, so desperate for cock that he’s riding our riduur like a pro,” Jaster murmured against his skin, “Why is Kal wearing a plast, Ob’ika ? Planning on going somewhere? Because I don’t think we could get you anymore pregnant.”

“Slip- slip into my ass and find out,” Obi-Wan managed to bite out between pants, “Take your cock out, darling.”

Jaster growled softly into his ear, hand dropping from Obi-Wan’s clit and then Obi-Wan could hear the shuffling, followed by a hand forcing his hips to still.

He w himpered, the heat that had been just about to crescendo sinking away even as he could hear Jaster stroking himself, teeth nipping at the skin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder as he worked himself up to full hardness.

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered shut as Jaster push him down onto his cock, a choked-off noise leaving his throat as the fullness started to border on pain, the ache and pleasure making his cock jerk against his stomach.

“That’s it, mesh’la ,” Kal’s voice was wrecked as he spoke, the blue in his eyes just a thin ring as he looked at Obi-Wan, hands finding his hips again so that he could rock Obi-Wan back and forth to get him used to being split on both of them.

“Still good?” Jaster questioned softly, hands rubbing up and down Obi-Wan’s back as Obi-Wan trembled around their lengths, trying to calm his breathing.

Obi-Wan whimpered when he looked down, swollen bump in the way so he couldn’t see Kal’s cock buried in his swollen, puffy feeling cunt, Jaster’s cock in his ass still making sparks of pleasure run up his spine every time he so much as twitched.

“Yeah,” Obi-Wan finally managed to breathe out, “Still good. Really, really good.”

Jaster’s hands slid around to rub his stomach softly, his lips finding Obi-Wan’s neck to kiss as they let Obi-Wan adjust.

Obi-Wan lifted himself off a little before dropping back down, mouth opening and head falling back as the heat started to build in his gut again.

He whimpered as Kal’s hands started to help him shift up and down, fingers finding his shoulders to dig his nails into as the pleasure started to become overwhelming, muscles freezing up as his orgasm started to build.

“Lay back, babe,” Jaster murmured to Kal, “We’re going to have to help him.”

Kal laid back, pulling Obi-Wan gently so that he was shifted on top of him, arms bracketing Kal’s head so that he was on his hands and knees, Jaster’s chest pressed against his back.

“Kark you’re so hot like this,” Kal muttered, “I can’t believe you’re letting us both take you right now.”

“I c an’t believe he let us both get him pregnant,” Jaster muttered as he started to rock into Obi-Wan, the motion causing Obi-Wan to start moving on Kal’s cock at the same time, the pressure making Obi-Wan’s eyes roll into the back of his head, even as he tried to concentrate.

“Was a ‘urprise,” Obi-Wan managed to slur out as his head started to become dizzy with the pleasure, heat twisting in his gut and making his balls tighten as they took him over and over again.

“A surprise that you were going to be carrying two sets of ade ?” Jaster murmured against his ear, “That was quite the surprise, to see both your wombs on an ultrasound. I thought Kal was gonna pass out when he realized that both of them weren’t only there but full.”

“Wanted to be good for you,” Obi-Wan dropped his head against Kal’s collarbone as he started to tremble around their lengths, teeth sinking into the skin of Kal’s shoulder as he came hard between the two of them, come a mess on Kal’s stomach as Kal grunted, fingers tightening into the sheets as his eyes squeezed shut with his own orgasm.

Jaster started to kriff Obi-Wan faster, rolling his hips as he started to pound into him, the strength of the thrusts making tears prick in the corner of Obi-Wan’s eyes, cunt and ass aching with the sensitivity of being karked through his orgasm.

Jaster came inside of him hard, grinding his ass as he filled him.

“You’re so good for us,” Jaster murmured against his skin as he shifted, pulling Obi-Wan off both of their cocks before shuffling him as Kal grunted softly, moving onto his side as Jaster set Obi-Wan down the same, gently pushing him so that he could curl up into Kal’s arms.

Obi-Wan hummed softly as Jaster pressed up against his back, the older man’s hands rubbing softly as his bump as they all relaxed against the bed.

“So I take it your meetings ran a little longer than you thought they would?” Obi-Wan asked sleepily.

“Mm m yeah,” Jaster agreed, “You both didn’t have to wait for me though. I know that it took a lot longer than I’d said it would.”

“I’ll never say no to Kal’s mouth,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Although towards the end I was sure I was going to burst.”

“I did burst,” Kal muttered, “I’m still sorry about that.”

Obi-Wan smiled softly, patting his cheek softly, “That’s alright, darling. You know I love how you taste.”

Obi-Wan pressed a kiss to the corner of Kal’s mouth, “That was the best thing you ever taught me to do.”

“And what is that?” Jaster asked with a raised brow and a kiss on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“Sixty-nining,” Kal murmured, “So that I could eat him out while he sucked me off. Except I came so hard that I saw black spots in my vision after he dug his tongue into my slit. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Was trying to taste you,” Obi-Wan replied softly.

“Well you definitely tasted me,” Kal huffed out a laugh.

Obi-Wan shut his eyes, “‘Mmmm hands.”

Jaster and Kal obediently gave Obi-Wan a hand each, letting him move them until they could feel the small fluttering against his stomach.

Obi-Wan could feel Jaster’s soft smile against his skin and he couldn’t help but smile too.

“I love you,” Obi-Wan whispered.

“We love you too,” Jaster murmured back, “So much.”

“Was it worth the witch hunt?”

“Witch hunt my ass,” Kal muttered irritably, “It took five minutes. What a bunch of karking pussies. I can’t believe they didn’t even try.”

“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I’m kind of happy that they didn’t. If they’d tried I never would have met you.”

“That’s true,” Jaster agreed, “I guess we should be grateful that your planet sucks.”

“Yeah I guess you should,” Obi-Wan smiled softly against Kal’s chest, letting the heat from their bodies lull him to sleep as the rays from the setting sun filtered into the room.