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It had begun with Din doing his best to advocate for his involvement as Grogu’s father. He had never let himself be as vulnerable as he had when he pleaded against the strange ancient law of these “Jedi,” the idea that a youngling must completely sever ties with their family. Their loved ones.
He wanted Grogu to have his culture, but losing him was too painful. For both of them.
Luke had said…oddly cryptic things about fatherhood and generational wounds. And ultimately, Din had won him over.
However, he still had his duties to the covert as well and did not anticipate how feverishly Luke would request his presence, given his initial reluctance.
Luke often gives him a peculiar, love-drunk gaze alongside his charming young smile. It lights up the nerves in Din’s stomach and clouds his mind.
More and more, Luke had persuaded him to visit. More than that - had insisted Din stay well past the time Grogu was put to bed, and things had...escalated.
Although they have shared intimacy many times now, it still shoots a thrill of unexpected shock through him when he thinks about it. When he remembers how he’d been persuaded to remove his helmet during those moments.
“We’re raising him together, you and I. We’re family. Your creed must permit that.”
Din is…fairly certain that’s true.
The Creed operated on high prose, and ultimately he had been following the most explicit orders from his elders, wise in the ways of interpretation, without daring to venture into anything that might be considered taboo, or a loophole. Marriage within their community was an incredibly discrete, private affair. When two seemingly bonded Mandalorians were seen consistently going to the same private room, even eating together, he imagined perhaps the Armorer had granted them such special permissions. He had realized recently, after all, just how many forms of intimacy required access to his mouth.
But had she, really? The thought nagged at him far back in his mind, sometimes.
Luke always had to whisper such reassuring things to him before he would take it off, and only ever in bed, as two wedded Mandalorians might.
His face heated to think of the two of them as bonded in that way, but it was true. And as such, he would do anything for the young Jedi, though the circumstances of their coupling frequently confused him. Surely such an unfathomably powerful, young, attractive man like Luke would want someone other than a struggling older man like him just trying his best to be a good dad.
Din voiced another insecurity once, that Luke would perhaps be better suited to at least someone with a slight penchant or talent for more mystical forces, even for something like the darksaber - He had tried, truly. But it wasn’t an ordinary weapon. It had a soul of some sort, a force that demanded the constant ambitious will of its holder. A leader. Din didn’t want to lead, he wanted the love of a leader he could serve loyally.
But Luke told him he loved the gentle-fierce servitude of his heart. And without natural instinct to protect himself from the psionic will of others, it was up to him to get inside him first and protect him, whatever that meant.
Besides, Luke always told him his most attractive trait was that he was such a good father.
It made him happy. It felt good to nurture something in his life, for once. It made him want to be good for Luke, too.
Which is why he nodded when Luke began suggesting more creative things in bed.
Luke kisses his jawline, hands pulling up the helmet ever so slightly. Din’s hands are on his waist, drawing soothing circles, gentle encouragement. Just being in this bed made him feel relaxed. Luke’s little room had been more modest before Din’s frequent stays. Luke had gone so far as to upgrade to a bigger bed. The gesture had solidified a certain commitment, in Din’s mind.
“You like it when I reach into your mind, don’t you, Din?”
Din nods almost imperceptibly, the movement awkward with the angle of his helmet pressing against his nose uncomfortably. His armor is stacked neatly on the dresser, his pants are off and his tunic has been pressed up above his chest, but the helmet always comes off later.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. I do now.”
It used to unnerve him, despite the fact he had awkwardly allowed it only the second time Luke had asked to do so.
Granting Luke that permission made him feel enveloped, starting with pressure behind his eyes and resulting in phantom touches that rarely had consistency in their sensations. Their only limitation seemed to be Luke’s creativity.
When Luke was particularly intense, he could see the glimmer and outline of Luke’s manifested creations.
“Good. I want to try something special today.”
Din smiles wearily, “Alright.” He wasn’t as ambitious in bed as Luke. Sometimes he felt like a parent caving into the whims of an over-eager child.
“I once visited a planet where the ruling species openly fornicated. They were…bug-like yet plant-like. But also a bit like the Quarren? It was fascinating.”
Luke pauses to kiss his mouth, then fully removes his helmet. Din still closes his eyes when this happens. Just then, Din feels the seeping pressure behind his eyes that signals the mental envelopment of Luke slipping inside his mind. He sighs softly, used to it now.
“They had these, I guess, tendrils. Tentacles? Tubes?” He laughs a little, perhaps feeling a bit shy, “And they’d use them to implant eggs into their partner. It seemed pretty intense. Like it would require a lot of trust.”
Din swallows, understanding too well where this is going. He feels something much like a tentacle brush his exposed side.
Luke presses his palm against Din’s face, so he opens his eyes, “If I had biology like that, you’d take that from me too, wouldn’t you, Din?”
“Of course. I want to give you everything you need.”
Luke grinds his quickly plumped-up dick into Din’s lap and groans. Din’s eyes soften and he smiles - he knows Luke likes to hear him offer to take care of his needs. His pettier wants, too. Although Luke was apparently forced wise beyond his years and seemed to consciously make an effort to be ever mature, Din had caught him in a pout more than once. He succumbed to that pout as easily as he did his own son’s.
Luke always got hard fast. Din was feeling good, but it would take him a little longer. His younger partner never seemed to mind.
“You trust me to put you in the right headspace?”
Din knew that meant a little more than Luke let on. He knew his will and perception would be altered - controlled.
But he trusted Luke with his son. He could easily trust him with this.
“I trust you.”
“You’re so good to me,” Luke caresses his thumb over his patchy beard, “I’m going to fuck you with something you’re unfamiliar with. Something that as far as you’re concerned, will breed you. And you’re going to take it because you-”
“Because I love you,” Din whispers.
“ Yeah.” Luke says breathlessly, grinning. “You can see it, too. And because it’s mine and I want it, you let it happen, even when it starts to feel overwhelming. Because I don’t want you to hold back, okay? You’re always fighting so hard to keep quiet.”
Din nods, eyes glazed.
They kiss and hold each other, as they might normally, not rushing the removal of their clothing.
But eventually, Din could see them - translucent tentacles of varying sizes seeming to come from some vague source behind Luke. It was difficult to say how many there were, as some faded in and out of the ether. At first glance, they seemed to have a thickly furry texture.
As they began to feel up his skin, however, sliding all around and paying special attention to mapping the curves of his chest, he saw there were little individual fleshy spines that softened and prickled stiffly seemingly at random, teasing his skin. Catching occasionally through his body hair, slightly painful with their scrape until they softened again. Luke must be able to control that.
Din was breathing heavily, staring at the strange vision. It was unfamiliar, and daunting, yes, but…it was okay. They belonged to Luke.
Normally, he would make more of an effort to reciprocate Luke’s passion, but any time he reached for Luke, a tentacle would distract him. Eventually, as he kept trying, they pinned him by the wrists entirely, with a second set pulling his legs up but under his knees, leaving him wide-eyed and spread out.
“I’m focusing on you tonight.” Luke’s eyes stared between his legs and Din’s face burned. Luke looks a bit flushed as well.
Luke reaches for the lube and playfully spills it straight onto Din’s belly, letting it messily pool in his navel and drip to the plushly pronounced divide of his chest with his body angled up and bent in half as it was. Everywhere it begins spilling off of him, the ether-manifested tentacles scoop it up and twist around like living creatures with minds of their own, relishing in the sweet glide.
As a small tentacle crept toward his anus, another promptly wrapped itself around his balls, pulling them up tight. Din was embarrassed to admit attention to his sack went a long way toward encouraging his erection - couldn’t begin to articulate that sort of request on his own. But after Din allowed him to access his mind with his strange Jedi magic, Luke quickly figured out many such quirks of his body.
Playing with him like that would make his cock drip. He wasn’t sure if leaking like that was normal, and it only got more pronounced the more Luke played with his mind.
He squirmed as the small tentacle teased its slick against his rim just for a moment before pushing inside. The spines were soft, but the texture and movement were unlike anything he had experienced before.
His squirming is useless against the tentacles binding him, but to wrestle against them feels grounding rather than distressing.
The more it moves and teases against his prostate, the more it starts to feel good. Especially with the tentacle massaging his balls, his cock now hard and leaking, mixing with the lube to create a waterfalling puddle on his stomach.
Finally, he moaned softly as the pleasure and warmth relaxed him, invoking a pleased sound from his young lover.
He wasn’t exactly surprised to see another small tentacle travel to join the others between his legs, but he was surprised at where it went.
Looking down between his legs, he saw the puckered tip of it begin by teasing his foreskin, dipping into the crevices there, becoming slick from his spilling pre, before kissing the slit of his hardening cock.
Panicked eyes shot up to Luke’s.
“Sshh,” Luke made a soothing noise, “Even if you’re overwhelmed, it’s okay, remember?”
Din bit his lip, but did not protest.
“It’s what I need from you, sweet man…” Luke whispers.
Din melts, “Anything you want.”
The little tendril pushed inside, a gush of pre-cum forced out with the entrance, but the soft, tiny spines faced the opposite direction and dragged uncooperatively against his sensitive slit as it went in.
“Mm!” Din’s knees jerked in their bonds as he shouted. Tears pricked at his eyes. He looks away and takes deep breaths.
“That’s it…” Luke spoke lovingly and leaned in above him to kiss his flushed neck.
Thankfully, the appendage in his urethra kept still for the time being, allowing him to get used to the sensitive burn, but the one inside his ass kept up its prep.
With Luke in range, he tried to shift focus, nuzzling at him until Luke got the hint and began paying attention to his mouth rather than his neck, though the sensation had made his knees tremble pleasurably.
He liked their deep kisses. At first, the idea of pressing mouth-to-mouth with another person made him ill, the concept so foreign from anything he imagined experiencing, living the way he did.
Somehow, thinking of it as purely sexual, helped him warm up to the idea. The slick penetration of it - the way Luke wanted to suck his tongue and couldn’t care less about the mess not unlike the act they’d perform with their lower bodies.
Lost in the kiss, he hardly noticed the smaller tentacle had slipped out of his ass until Luke pulled back to watch what came next.
It was a much larger tentacle, the spines of it proportional. Din tensed as the wrinkly pucker of it meshed hard against his anus, too big to slip in easily, even with all their lube and prep.
Then suddenly, with a little force, it opened him up and rushed in, making Din yelp and clench down.
It was as though Luke could feel that clench, his whole body - including the tentacles - shuddering in a way Din couldn’t tell was good or bad. Luke was hanging his head, breath heaving.
One tentacle loosened its pin, allowing Din’s hand to slip free.
“Are...are you alright, Luke?” Din asked, voice ragged. His face feels wet, but he isn’t sure if it is from tears or sweat. He wipes at that wetness with his free hand.
Luke looks at him, an expression of awe on his face, “Yes. Are you?”
Although his heart feels like it’s in his throat, with the unfamiliar dual sensations in his ass and cock, on top of the way he always feels with Luke, he’s fine.
“Yeah.”
“Ready for what comes next?”
Din’s eyes become half-lidded, glazing over once again. That’s right, the purpose of this was to…breed him? These alien appendages had a purpose that Luke trusted him with.
Din’s mouth hangs open for a moment in response, mind foggy and operating on instincts he cannot repress, “I…I want to make our family bigger.”
Luke’s eyes are glistening. “Kark…” He curses.
Then, Din could see through the translucent barbs and flesh of the tentacle, the distinct form of an egg traveling down its shaft. It seemed to glow.
“Luke…” With his free hand, he reaches out, and Luke knows what he needs. He takes his hand, and Din grips it tightly as the egg stutters against his stretched rim.
As though sensing the egg’s struggle, the spines activate - they swell and stiffen, forcing Din’s ass wider, allowing the egg to pop inside before going soft again.
He gasps silently. The sensation had sent a jolt of pin-pointed pleasure through his body - he hadn’t even realized how deep the tentacle had gone until he felt those pricks deep inside.
Then the process repeated - 1, 2, 3 eggs until he was certain they were glowing, as the room was dim and he could see the light faintly in his abdomen, a slight bulge there. The pressure was powerful and varied. When he shifted in what little ways the pinning tentacles would allow, he could feel the odd reverberations of the eggs grinding against each other from inside.
“You’re doing so well,” his partner praised. It was enough to make him tear up again.
He felt so full. And proud.
But it wasn’t over yet.
The sensation blocking release in his dick was brought to his attention once more as it began to twist experimentally. He winced.
Then he noticed smaller eggs traveling down that tentacle’s shaft, and gave Luke an alarmed look.
“You can take it, baby,” Luke murmurs into his skin, sounding fully drunk on pleasure. The tentacle massaging his balls remembers its duty as if in apology.
And he does take it. His knees are fighting to close as the first little egg pops inside with assistance from the spines, but after the first one, he relents, the tension seeping from his body. It isn’t so bad - there’s a pressure and burn incomparable to the sensation in his ass, but there’s also a strange sensitive buzz. And it’s a little hypnotizing to watch the little glowing bulges travel down his shaft.
Heady in its surreality. Luke had him experiencing things he did not know were possible.
His ass took 4, 5, 6 more eggs until he felt a protest pulsing inside his throat, as though fighting for a breath of air - when abruptly, it stopped.
Every tentacle pulled out and away, allowing his limbs and lower body to fall heavily on the bed, full of eggs.
He couldn’t see the mess of his ass, but looking down at his cock, he could see it gaping in a way that left him dizzy. And shockingly hard. Would he even be able to cum with the eggs plugging him up inside?
Before he began to feel too disturbed or vulnerable, Luke embraced him, allowing him to calm down.
Din is almost surprised to feel Luke’s erection, as though the act of pushing eggs inside him had been an equivalent satisfaction.
He begins to reach for it, eager to satisfy as before.
Luke kisses his hair, “You’re sweet. But don’t. I’m still going to fuck you.”
Din groans somewhere between agony and anticipation.
“But…”
“It’s okay. Hands and knees, please.”
His stomach feels heavy as he shifts. In some confused place in the forefront of his altered mind where Luke has made a home, he accepts that surely he must be pregnant. It makes him feel terribly sentimental, eyes wet. Once he’s in position, Luke gently presses him down further by the nape of his neck, and the dramatic curve of his spine seems to make the eggs shift deeper, making him wince.
Then he feels Luke’s pretty cock rub at his wide rim, slipping in without a hint of difficulty beyond a mortifying squelch. He was so stretched from the eggs that it was dismaying to not feel any stretch from Luke’s cock.
Luke seemed to like it, however, moaning sweetly behind him.
Din’s a little surprised Luke is able to get as deep as he is, hitting his prostate and beyond each time - he feels certain he’s stuffed to the brim with eggs, but Luke goes through them as if they’re not even there.
Each knock against his prostate which had been going through a torturously slow tease through the ordeal with the eggs, had his cock twitching and drooling fluid. If it didn’t feel similarly heavy and stuffed, he thinks he would have come untouched by now.
But then Luke begins to stroke it, focusing more so on that than his own thrusts.
Din tenses and pants, unsure what Luke is expecting of him.
“AH-ah??” To his shock, a multitude of the little eggs pop out with the force of his cum. It’s strange, embarrassing, confusing - his mouth hangs open at the sight.
With Din left stunned from his powerful orgasm, Luke takes his pleasure as needed, arms wrapped around Din’s middle as he comes all over the eggs inside him, as Din envisions.
They collapse next to each other and lay there coming down from their high for a moment before Luke kisses the nape of his neck, “You would - will - be such a wonderful father to our babies, Din…”
He’s exhausted now, but the thought gives him a dreamy smile.
Luke lets him indulge in that feeling for quite some time before slipping out of his mind, relinquishing the manifested sensations and perception of reality.
Din blinks rapidly. The heaviness in his stomach has vanished, as has any mess lingering from the expelled eggs.
And to his mortification, he remembers he definitely cannot get pregnant and that Luke does not have mysterious tentacles that belong to him despite not being obviously attached to his body anywhere.
He sighs. He also remembers Luke had told him that’s what he would experience before he permitted it.
Still, it had been…unexpectedly intense.
Emotionally. The reality in which he was extending his family in a way that deeply connected him to Luke was suddenly not reality. Silly as the manifested reality was, it still hurt.
Even so, he took it upon himself to get a wet warm rag from the fresher, as he always did, and tend to the mess. The lube, Luke’s come, and the stretch was certainly real - he felt it pour down his thighs with little resistance as he stood.
The warm cloth was soothing, but he would go back for a fresh cool one as well, despite how used up and exhausted he felt. The cool cloth against the drying sweat on Luke's brow practically made him purr. Little things like this made him feel like he was truly caring for Luke; offering something in return. Useful. Luke thanked him as always, and he felt happiness and gratitude toward the beautiful young man bubble up and wash away the fear and sadness in the back of his mind, as it always did.
Still, as he went through the motions, he realized that, strangely, he didn’t feel completely unaltered inside. Something was different.
He wasn’t prepared to confront any of this, however. Luke looked happy and sleepy, and for now, he was more than content to spoon him in his arms until tomorrow morning.