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With the destruction of the Death Star, Din was able to bear witness to Luke finally realizing his potential.

During quiet moments curled together on the Star Light, Luke would confess to how he wished he was as capable of a warrior as his riduur.

“ I feel useless Din. I’m nothing compared to you.”

He spoke of his fighting abilities yet when Din gazed into his eyes, he saw there was more behind the statement. Din had known his riduur long enough to know what he meant; that he saw himself as useless simply because he could not leave Tatooine.

Obi-Wan Kenobi began to change that when he brought forth the tale of Luke’s father and his accomplishments. Suddenly, Luke saw beauty in the fact that he could make a land racer do impossible things-because so did his father. When Luke held his father’s lightsaber, the pale blue light highlighted the wonder in Luke’s eyes as he finally saw what potential he could reach.

Din could only count himself blessed that he was able to witness such great moments in Luke’s life.

With the annihilation of the Death Star came celebrations- Rebellion bases were set on Hoth and Commander Skywalker was now his title, Luke fitting into the role like he was made for it. RedLeader was his designation while Leia gifted Din with second in command of the Red squadron. The Mandalorian was prepared to fight his way into Luke’s group yet, thankfully, Leia handled the issue before it even became one.

Djarin didn’t need a medal for his war efforts, nor a shiny new role in the Rebellion; this was all he needed, to fly in the clouds with Luke and to hear his joy ring through the comms as he did another wild maneuver. To have the man jump out of his X-Wing upon landing and immediately run to throw himself into Din’s open arms- to feel him vibrate with excitement and what he had accomplished.

Din lives for these moments yet was just as present by Luke’s side when the downs of a leadership role reared its head.

For as much as Luke presented the bubbly head-strong persona, the young man easily fell to anxiety. The Mandalorian had woken many mornings to see dark circles under the blond’s eyes, spent many breakfasts working to cajole Luke to eat, and many afternoons spent making sure Luke simply functioned. In the dead of night, when they were alone in their rooms (a singular unit to themselves- the perks of being a commander for the rebellion), Din would pull Luke closer to him and whisper to him that he could let anything out he needed too. These were part of those moments where the commander would pull himself inward, shake his head, and the pair would spend the night, sleepless, but in each other's arms. 

This was one of those nights.

The room was basked in darkness, the only source of illumination coming from Artoo in his sleep state. Din’s armor was delicately placed on a dresser in the corner of the room with Luke’s lightsaber resting beside it. Grogu was spending the night with Leia. Luke’s eyes were closed as he rests his head on Din’s chest and slow breaths fell out of his mouth as the Mandalorian skims his fingertips along the younger man’s back. They were already past the stage of their nightly routine where Din had asked Luke to share his struggles with his riduur. 

Mhi solus tome. 

Everything that was cast onto Luke, were also Din’s burdens to share. 

Yet, the former farm boy still worked to let the words out, ending it with shaking his head and saying that he could do it on his own. If Din were honest with himself, he would admit that he was hurt from being shunned from aiding his cyare - the man would everything for his clan.

He only wishes Luke would accept it.

Din twines his fingers in the dark blonde strands as he presses a kiss against the crown of his head.

“ Meshla , what can I do for you?”

His voice is low, but it still breaks through the still room. 

For some time, Luke does not move, but he eventually shifts his head to gaze up into Din’s own eyes.

Nothing is spoken between the two as Luke leans his body upward to meld their mouths together, the younger man running his tongue on DIn’s bottom lip-asking for entrance. 

As if Din would ever deny him.

They hadn’t been intimate in a cycle probably-not since the night of the celebrations on Yavin IV where Luke had pulled him to his X-Wing and they had drunk cramped sex. Din would have thought they would have been given time to recoup after the win against the Empire, but Vader still existed somewhere in the galaxy and they hit the ground running the next day. It had been so long since he had last felt Luke’s body pressed against his own. 

Although Luke had gained some muscle in training with the squadrons, it was easy to flip the lighter man so that Din laid on top without breaking himself away from Luke’s lips. It was still Hoth and they wore insulated flight suits to bed, but that too was easy to accomplish, with the hand not cupping the blond snaking its way up to the top to begin pulling at the zipper. 

Suddenly, a pale hand flashes to lay on his hand. Din pauses and meets blue eyes: taking every emotion in to gauge Luke’s needs.

The young man nibbles on his lower lip as he seems to mull over his words.

“I need a stress reliever.” Luke finally speaks out softly, his hand lightly gripping the one still on his flight suit. 

Din continues to stare into Luke’s eyes, as if working to read his mind. All the Mandalorian sees is anguish before Luke quickly looks away from him.

As if in shame of his anxieties.

They can’t have any of that.

Luke continues to stare off, as if he expects Din to deny him so the Mandalorian returns to his work of undoing the zipper. With each inch of flesh exposed, a kiss is pressed against it. As Din works his way further down, brown eyes look up to make sure his riduur is paying attention to him.

“I’ll do whatever you need me to do, Luke. Lay back and relax.”

The only response he receives is a shaky exhale when he returns to his objective. When he reaches the top of Luke’s briefs, he pulls back and grasps Luke’s knees.

“Turn over.”

Din’s tone is never harsh with his riduur, but his voice, roughed with lust, leaves no room for argument. The younger man’s eyes widen in surprise before he quickly nods his head and moves to lay propped on his elbows. 

“Din, you don’t have to do this-”

“Ssh, meshla, allow me to help you.”

Even though the room is bathed in black, Din still knows that Luke’s face is flushed red in anticipation as he wriggles his knees to be more comfortably positioned. He doesn’t need the light to see the round form of Luke’s backside raised in the air as looks over his shoulder with lust filled blue eyes. The flight suit along with Luke’s briefs are quickly discarded to the side of the bed before the Mandalorian resumes pressing kisses down his riduur’s back until he reaches the swell of his cheeks.

“I’ll need you lower, cyar'ika ."

Luke groans as his cock must rub against the sheets when he spreads his legs wider. The noises only intensify as the older man presses open mouthed kisses further down until-.

“Oh!”

Once the Mandalorian reaches the commander’s hole, he immediately begins lapping his tongue against the twitching muscle- Luke only giving him encouraging words that turns into babbling as Din continues. Djarin (referred to by the Rebellion as Skywalker) knew the ins and outs of Luke’s body as if it were his own. When he twisted his tongue in a certain way, Luke would squeal in the predictable manner. Suction on his hole causes the same reaction.

Din took his time in pleasuring Luke, easily bringing the younger man close to release before edging him away. Even though Din’s own cock strained against his flight suit, hearing the breathless groans emit from Luke’s mouth was well worth the wait.

Luke didn’t seem to think so.

He soon began thrusting back onto the Mandalorian’s tongue, his actions growing clumsy as he worked to use Din to his own completion. The tongue was removed and Luke let out a whine.

“Only a moment, cyare .”

The blond watches over his shoulder as his riduur opens the rest of his flight suit just enough to pull himself out from the fabric. Luke quickly reaches for their bedside drawer and pulls the lube out before he slides it down the bed. Din makes sure he is thoroughly covered before pressing the head against the younger man’s entrance. He works to run his finger down Luke’s taut back, trying to help ease Luke into relaxing yet the younger man clenches around him and thrusts back onto him. 

“Need you, Din. Vi Kelir cuyir solus. ”

Just as the Mandalorian is familiar with his riduur , the commander knows what to say to get him going. The older man sheathes himself fully in one stroke and picks up the pace to match Luke rearing back to meet him. Their pants and moans reverberate throughout the room, the sounds of flesh smacking against each other mixing in between. 

It was easy to find that spot inside Luke that caused him to scream into the pillow.

 Din wishes with everything that he could push this further, make this last longer as it's been so long since they last enjoyed each other’s bodies, but, as he feels the clench of muscles around him and sees the blissed out look on Luke’s face, he finds himself drawing too close. 

Din keeps up his pace and angle while he snakes a hand around to his riduur’ s cock and gives the flesh a few pumps. That’s all it takes before the man underneath him cries out his name with the Mandalorian not taking long to follow him over the edge. An explosion of stars burst behind Din’s eyes as he continues to push into Luke and stroke him through his own orgasm. For a second, al he hears is the sound of his pounding heartbeat, but when he comes to, he finds himself groaning Luke’s name repeatedly. Soon, his legs begin to shake and the man is forced to pull himself out before collapsing at Luke’s side.

Though exhaustion tugs at his consciousness, Din works to keep his eyes open longer. They are curled towards each other and while the frigid air of Hoth nips at their exposed skin, the men simply pull themselves closer until their limbs are entwined. Though Luke’s heart still beats rapidly against his chest, the Mandalorian can feel the muscles pressed against his chest lack their usual tension. In fact, as Din begins massaging his fingers through the blond locks once more, a snore softly rises from the commander’s now prone body. 

Apparently, he had easily accomplished his mission.

So as not to rouse the sleeping man, he slowly pulls one of his arms out to reach for Luke’s discarded flight suit. Din simply tucks it around his body and pulls the blanket back over them in an attempt to keep the cold out. The pair will more than likely generate enough body heat- he isn’t worried. Anything to keep his riduur asleep.

Before sleep also takes him, Din allows himself a moment to simply take in the other’s now relaxed features. They have long left the Tatooine suns and once tanned skin has returned to a pale nature while his straw hair now takes on a more muted blond. Somehow, still, the three meals a day mandated by the Rebellion (more specifically Leia) caused some of the hollowness in his cheeks to disappear. Luke still had the same baby face Din had awoken to in the Dune Sea. Some things will never change. 

Din falls asleep to Luke’s peaceful features.