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Jango, somewhat ashamed, did not know what to do with his husband. Wife? Spouse?
Damn it, he still was not sure if he thought of himself as male or female or both because of Stewjoni's morphological duality and his own habit of Mandalorian non-gendered thinking. Because he barely spoke to him. And barely saw him anymore.
Unfortunately, the Mandalorian knew what he looked like: a warrior through and through. He had noticed the insistent stares at his armour and weapons, the tension in his body while they were married, and his resigned abandonment of attempts at communication because the young man knew only the most basic words of Basic and nothing of Mando'a, and Jango did not know the languages he spoke.
This arranged marriage already seemed so fragile, and nothing had even happened yet. Most of their conversations had taken place in public with translator droids, so that Obi-Wan would feel reassured that he was safe and not too afraid of him, but given the subtle annoyance they still let slip, it still was not enough.
His mere presence seemed to bother him, and he did not know what to do.
He returned immediately after his afternoon training to take a shower, eager to jump in the water, confident that his riduur would be far away after witnessing a few minutes of the display of strength and brutality before running away.
The first thing he noticed was that the light was on and Obi-Wan's access card was lying in the hallway, meaning that he was in fact there. A strange and unusual smell lingered in the air, and noises caught his attention as soon as he removed his headphones from his ears. The wet sounds of pleasure and the characteristic vibration of a vibrator quickly made him realize what was going on, even before he took off his boots.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh..."
Obi-Wan's moans filled the entire apartment. Jango should not be there, this was not something for him to watch or listen. He instantly turned around to leave, not wanting to disturb his arranged husband during such an intimate moment.
"Jango~"
As if in a dream, Jango stopped and, against his better judgment, turned back and tiptoed toward the bedroom, his mouth agape as he saw his riduur in his birthday suit for the first time and...
"Jango!"
He was calling him. He was calling him, moaning his name and squeezing the sheets while the device strapped to his waist and thighs fucked his soaked pussy with an almost abstract twisted dildo whose size made the Mandalorian swallow hard. It was... unexpected.
"Jango," the Stewjoni repeated, continuing in his language with a dreamy, imploring tone that was perceptible even without understanding a word.
Clearly, he was not as scared or disgusted by him as he had assumed. Quite the opposite, in fact. He lusted after him.
Jango stood motionless for a moment, watching his riduur on all fours in the middle of their bed as he pleasured himself with his toy, pretending it was Jango doing it to him. He was... a sweet vision of creamy skin flushed with exertion, captivating blue eyes barely open, and red hair drenched in sweat. He was wild, demanding, and so much more attractive than when he was all neat and prim.
Jango's training had awakened his frustrations. Had he run away for that reason? To hide pants that were too tight and let off steam? To come again and again until he felt capable of functioning in public again?
He could understand. It was possible that he had masturbated a few days earlier, thinking about him and undressing him... but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined such a lustful partner. He had been anxious about the idea of him being a virgin: he did not want an unbalanced marriage in bed, which was why he had slept in his ship's bunk most nights. He did not have the patience to teach others about their bodies and tastes. Jango liked to be treated as an equal and told exactly how to satisfy you, because he would do it.
This guy would be perfect for him if only they could manage to communicate effectively for the first time since they met.
He preferred not to think too much about it, as he knew that he would give up and that they would have trouble having this conversation unless they used a droid to translate, which neither of them liked for talking about private matters. Jango entered the room and sat down in an armchair without taking his eyes off his riduur, who looked at him with surprise and confusion before hiding his head in the sheets and reaching for something that Jango hurried to grab before he did.
The remote control.
Jango did not turn off the device. He turned up the vibration volume. High.
The Stewjoni gasped softly, subtly looking at him between two folds of fabric, and Jango knew he had only one chance.
"Okay?" He asked simply, sitting back more comfortably to watch him as he nodded.
It did not take much, just a few random clicks and a smirk from him to make him cum from being subjected to his gaze and his full attention without a single word or touch being necessary. Obi-Wan squirmed and trembled when Jango placed the remote control on the bedside table, just out of reach, and rested his chin in his left hand to watch him continue to get fucked at a steady pace. The Mandalorian was extremely amused to see him hide a delighted smile: he liked it that way. He was going to ruin him.
"You're amazing like that," he whispered, pulling his right hand out of his pants and lazily masturbating, already hard.
"What?"
"You pretty," he summed up, satisfied that Stewjoni understood these words.
"Yes, me pretty. You pretty."
Jango chuckled, amused that they were finally able to communicate effectively and that it was to tell each other how attractive they found each other.
"You want this?" He asked, pointing to his cock when he saw him lick his lips as a drop of precum accumulated on the tip.
"Yes."
He moved closer and enjoyed... whatever it was. It was not a blowjob based on his experience, but maybe they did it differently on Stewjon. As it was, being licked like an ice cream until he was smooth suited him just fine.
"Fuck me."
"What?"
He could not have heard that, Obi-Wan did not understand Basic well enough to-
"Fuck me. That. Inside me. Please."
Manda, yes, he understood perfectly. His young foreign riduur had learned those specific words probably to provoke this exact situation. What a naughty little thing.
No one would believe him if he talked about it. Not that he would talk about it. He was just right for him.
"Okay," he replied, leaning down to press his lips to Obi-Wan's, fervently repeating the word that was understood. "Yes, me fuck you."
He picked up the lubricant that had fallen to the floor and slipped behind Obi-Wan, his hands beginning to run over his armour to remove it.
"No. Keep armour."
Jango burst out laughing. Had he really learned Basic just to say that? Amazing.
"Okay, okay, armour," he agreed, curious to find out someday why he wanted him to keep his armour.
He crouched down for a moment to admire the view up close and ended up coating a finger with lubricant and rubbing the pad of that finger against the tight, quivering ring of flesh that had been left untouched until then.
"Okay?" He checked when Obi-Wan turned to look at him, looking surprised. "Obi-Wan?"
His name seemed to wake him up, and he motioned for him to continue, becoming more and more vocal as Jango digitally penetrated his hole and kept him occupied with his toy. The object was pushed deep inside him and held there, vibrating randomly to distract the Stewjoni as he stretched him quickly. The bumps near the base stimulated the inner part of his clitoris so perfectly that he seemed to float in pleasure and high on endorphins.
"Do you like me?" He asked, teasing him a little, rubbing his cock against the curve of his buttocks.
"Jango..."
"Why?"
"You strong."
He was.
The redhead reached out and brought his hand to his buttocks.
"Hit."
"Like, what, a spanking?" He asked, hesitant.
The young man slapped his ass lightly, then looked at him hopefully.
"Hit? Strong."
Jango immediately set out to find the maximum force he could apply without it turning from enjoyable pain to disagreeable pain, slapping hard and rubbing the reddened flesh with pleasure until Obi-Wan begged him again to fuck him, babbling in his language, and Jango felt like he was going to explode as he finally thrust himself into him. Damn, he was tight, as if he wanted to imprison him and never let him go. He wondered if his pussy was the same.
"Damn, Obi-Wan..."
"Jango, you... good. Good good."
Why was it so hot to hear that? They were simple words, even childish vocabulary... Perhaps it was precisely because he knew that these simple words hid an unfathomable intensity.
"Yes, good?" He teased, pulling out to thrust into him vigorously, almost throwing him onto the mattress despite his stable position.
"Yes, strong, good... Fuck me real, please. Real real."
If he wanted real, Jango was going to give him real. As soon as he found a rhythm, he turned the toy back on. At first, he made sure the object's back-and-forth movements matched his own... then he did not.
He fucked him fast and hard, like the strong, conquering Mandalorian his riduur loved to see in him, and when he finished, it took him a moment to realize, as he emerged from his post-coital bliss, that his lover had passed out.
"Obi-Wan?"
He removed the toy and forced himself not to stare too much at the thick penis hidden from view until then as he turned it over and undid the straps.
"Hey, can you hear me?"
No response, even when he gently shook him.
"Sorry about that..."
The slap in the face woke him up effectively.
"What?" The redhead muttered, touching his cheek, looking at him with a lost expression, repeating once more. "What?"
Damn, it was still complicated to have real conversations.
"You okay?" He asked, helping him sit up very carefully.
"Yeah, okay."
"Are you hurt? Any pain?"
Obi-Wan made a gesture that clearly meant "a little", but seemed fine, stretching and yawning deeply, looking like he wanted to lie back down immediately.
"Come here."
He stripped the bed, threw the sheets aside, and cleaned up his exhausted husband before helping him lie back down, quickly joining him under the spare sheet he had finally found.
It looked like this marriage was going to take a wonderful turn.
He absolutely had to train in public more often.
And learn a few words of Stewjoni.
He absolutely wanted to put that beautiful cock to good use.