have it your way
Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth ♡ 912 words ♡ Rated: explicit ♡ content warnings (for this and future chapters): masturbation, anal sex, blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, porn without plot ♡ part 1 of 2 ♡ read here on AO3
summary: One time Din takes all of the beskar off, even his helmet, and one time, everything stays on...
Mos Pelgo, Tatooine
“I hope our paths cross again.”
The words of farewell left Cobb’s lips with a genuine smile, causing a hopeful stir inside Din’s chest. The Marshal was charismatic and handsome and Din was drawn to him in a way he didn’t want to admit to himself. He had had lovers before, of different genders, but that was a long time ago and it had always been someone from his creed.
Being a full time bounty hunter didn’t exactly leave time in his schedule for social calls. It had been a very long time, is what the stirring in his body was actually trying to tell him.
But he tried to shrug it off. He had just become a father after all. There was no time to take care of those needs. His one and only priority now was to reunite the Child with his people.
Din shook Cobb’s hand firmly and answered “As do I,” hoping it’d be sooner rather than later.
He watched Cobb saunter away. Din noticed his belt hanging low on his small waist and the way his pants hugged his thighs. Thanks to the beskar helmet, nobody would notice he was staring at Cobb’s ass. Or his flushed face when he dreamed about bending Cobb over and grabbing his hips to pound into him mercilessly.
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Back in Mos Eisley, Tatooine a few weeks later
Din had made a pit stop to get some minor repairs done at Peli’s workshop and he was now headed to the quarters he had rented out to get some much needed rest. He had left the Child with Peli, who was more than happy to babysit him until the next morning.
He had a lot on his mind these days, but he knew that a nice long shower would do the trick so he could drift off to sleep quickly.
The Mandalorian propped up his sniper rifle next to the bed and placed the blaster pistol on the nightstand in arms reach. The vibroblade however was tugged secretly under his pillow.
He started undressing by undoing his cape and taking off his heavy boots and putting them both by the door. Then he slid off his leather gloves and opened his belt. With skillful fingers he detached the vambraces on his forearms, followed by the shoulder pauldrons.
Piece by piece he peeled away the beskar, uncovering the linen fabric underneath. He unclasped the thigh and shin guards as well as the large chestplate and laid everything neatly on the left side of the large bed.
He took a quick peek at the door and then took off his Mandalorian helmet. Running a broad hand through his dark curly hair, he let out a relieved sigh at the weight that’s been taken off his body.
Finally he removed the linen gambeson and trousers as well as his underwear. He grabbed fresh clothes from his bag and headed to the bathroom.
Catching a glimpse of his face in the mirror, he wondered when he got to look so old… Din examined the uneven stubble on his cheeks and his curls, noticing a few gray hairs here and there. He didn’t look into a mirror very often. There wasn’t really a need for it since he always wore the helmet. A worry line right between his eyebrows and a dark shimmer under his big brown eyes were proof that he needed a thorough rest.
Din stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, letting it run over his muscular body. He tilted his head back and groaned at the sensation. Feeling completely relaxed and engulfed by the warmth of the water, his mind immediately wandered to the Marshall. His cock twitched with interest when he thought about Cobb’s ass and his tiny little waist.
Din’s hand traveled downwards and he stroked himself until he was fully hard.
Imagining it was Cobb’s hand jerking him off, Din moaned and pumped his cock harder.
He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if Cobb was with him, here in the shower, naked, the water pouring over his wet skin. One hand on his hip, the other making an inviting motion towards Din, presenting a seductive picture in his mind.
What do you wanna do to me, sweetheart?
Imaginative-Cobb had a very alluring deep voice, leaving Din’s skin prickling with lust. He wondered if the Marshall liked to talk dirty during sex…
Din’s cock was throbbing in his hand. He swiped his thumb over the sensitive tip, teasing it gently. He gasped at the feeling. He had become so sensitive so quickly, it was almost overwhelming. He hadn't taken care of himself like this in a long time. Dank Farrik, how he had missed this!
Do you wanna fuck me so badly?
In his fantasy “Cobb” turned around and pressed his backside flush against Din’s front, pressing his ass into Din’s crotch. Din let out a sudden grunt and grabbed his waist, rubbing his cock against “Cobb’s” ass.
Din braced himself with one hand against the shower wall and thrust his thick length into his fist, pretending it was Cobb’s wet hole. He was so close, his moans became louder and his movements more erratic.
I’d let you fuck me all night long… Wanna feel you inside me for days!
His whole body trembled as Din came with a rough grunt, spilling his load all over the shower wall.
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