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Alpha did his best to shrug off the ozone and stale smell of two months of space travel in a cramped ship with too many other beings before he got back to Kit’s – to their rooms. He was still getting used to that, even six months later, the concept of not only having rooms in the Jedi Temple but sharing them with Kit.
The man he’d been not even a year before would call him soft at the small smile he wore as he detoured through the Room of a Thousand Fountains, nodding to a group of Initiates and cadets – and vod’ikaade – playing hoverball on a meadow. He made sure to brush against the Nabooian moonflowers especially, to get the sweet green smell onto his armor to erase the reminders of how long he’d been gone.
Mission complete, he made for the nearest exit to their rooms, stride sure and even. The weight of the Temple Guards’ armor carried on his body differently than his whites, but it allowed him a greater range of motion, let him lengthen his strides without pinching at the hip.
Two months without his Jedi felt like forever and felt like the blink of an eye. His mission with the Shadows had dragged on longer than anyone had expected, with Durd going so far to ground they’d had to literally dig him out. Alpha hadn’t chafed at the distance. But smelling the sweetness of the gardens of the Room of a Thousand Fountains and hearing the murmur of dozens of Jedi leading the peaceful lives that they never got to live in his first life made him hurry his steps.
It had nothing (and everything, the voice that sounded like Kit when he told Alpha to be more mindful of your emotions, my heart) with the way he wanted to smell the sea salt of their quarters and Kit’s skin again.
He turned down the hallway to their rooms and felt tension falling out of his shoulders with every step. He knew this hallway, knew the scuffs on the floor and the captain-blue and Nautolan-green paints woven into a knot of waves on the door like he knew the HUD of his first bucket – a home he’d made for himself out of what he was given. But this home he’d been allowed to shape, and that sent a flush of warmth through him every time.
He palmed the door open to find Kit kneeling on his cushion by the window overlooking the aquatic gardens, eyes looking out over the lilypads and cool white flowers of some plant whose name Alpha still couldn’t pronounce.
Alpha hummed at the familiar sight and turned to strip off his armor. He pulled off his helmet first, placing it on the rack Kit had requisitioned for him after his appeal to the Council to allow cohabitation passed with little opposition. (Alpha knew it had something to do with the conversation they’d had what felt like an era ago, about obsession and love and attachment, but all he cared about was that he could live with his Jedi.)
He removed the rest of his armor, placing his weapons in the lockbox just next to the stand except for one deece – a mirror image to his deece from Before, the one relic he kept as a reminder of what could have been. By the time he’d stripped to his kute, standing barefoot with his boots by the door, he heard Kit moving around behind him, stretching out any aches he might have.
Alpha turned to find his Jedi curled into an improbable looking pose, his shoulders flat on the ground but his legs loose around his lek-tresses. Alpha felt his own back seize in sympathy. “How are things, cyare?” he asked quietly, letting Kit respond or not as he surfaced from meditation.
“Mm, Alpha,” Kit hummed as he pulled his legs back to where they were supposed to be with nothing but the strength of his core. “Slow, but that is gratifying these days.”
Alpha could imagine. “Any new troublemakers to keep an eye on?” he asked as he moved to their Kitchenette to put the kettle on. Kit always liked a cup of Alderaani blue after a meditation that left him stiff.
“No one new,” Kit allowed. He smiled. “Aayla has picked up a new squad for her Exploracorps crew, though. Apparently Monnk finally decided that if I was going to be boring–" Alpha snorted "–he could head out with the Star Corps and map the new hyperlane past Kamino.”
“Sounds like the salty shebs,” Alpha said, pouring the water into the teapot exactly as slowly as Kit had shown him. “Kaminiise put strill genes in his tube. It’s why he can’t sit still, and also why he stinks.”
Kit laughed, bright like a dawn, and Alpha smirked. “Now, love, don’t slander your vod–" Alpha loved the way Mando’a rolled off his cyare’s tongue "–like that. Two weeks in ocean-wet blacks is more than enough reason to have an odor.”
Taken by surprise, Alpha blinked away the memories of blazing Naboo sun and watching Kit fold himself into a dark hovercart to pretend to be dead. “Tch, fair enough,” he said, shaking it off. “Any news of other vode?”
Kit didn’t acknowledge the change in subject and sat up out of the final pose of his cooldown routine, shaking out his lek-tresses. Alpha watched out of the corner of his eye and hummed happily when they settled to content-calm-looseness. Good. Just because his Jedi had been promoted to the Council didn’t mean he wanted him to get as stressed as Kenobi seemed to always be.
“The vode who joined the Agricorps are increasing their yields a hundredfold with their extra hands for planting and harvesting, I hear. I do believe Master Ylast nearly hugged a… Cut Lawquane? when he brought a certain cultivar of Rhodian bulgur adapted to the alkaline soils of Saleucami and, coincidentally, Mandalore.”
Alpha hummed. He didn’t know what any of that meant, but he didn’t begrudge the peace some of his vode found in putting their hands into the dirt – or sand, as the case may be – and bringing out life.
“With the help of the 501st and the 212th, Master Kenobi and Knight Skywalker – and Padawan Tano, of course; she and Skywalker are quite the match – managed to evacuate a minor continent on Rabuk before a supervolcano turned it into a ash-filled crater. There’s talk of medals for Captain Rex and his two ARC troopers for going back to retrieve a child and her mother, who had gotten lost in the ashfall.”
Alpha hummed. “Self-sacrificing di’kute,” he grumbled without any heat. He’d have done the same. He’d give his life for any civvie he could conceivably save. He hadn’t had the chance to meet Captain Rex, but he’d heard the stories in his first life and it sounded like little substantial had changed.
He swirled the teapot once-twice-three times to equalize the steep before setting it down to rest for two more minutes. He reached for two cups in the meantime.
Kit had managed to convince him to drink tea two months after it all ended. Alpha liked the gentle warmth it gave without the artificial kick of black caff.
A cool body plastered itself to his back as he reached up and he huffed a laugh. “Hello, cyare,” he said wryly, passing Kit’s favorite cup into the waiting hand. “Miss me, did you?”
“I knew you would come home,” Kit said, voice quiet in his ear. “The Force would never lie.”
Alpha hummed happily at home. “That’s right,” he said, matching Kit’s volume. “I’ll come home to you every time I can.”
Kit pressed a gentle kiss to his temple as he withdrew. “That is all I ask, my love.”
Alpha turned, picking up the teapot as he went. “Tea?” he asked, letting his smile show.
“The perfect steep time,” Kit said with a returning smile. “Wonderful.” He held out his mug and Alpha poured the gently-steaming, turquoise tea into it. He inhaled the familiar sweet, green steam and sighed as he poured himself a cup.
They quietly moved to the nook set of the Kitchen, with its two woven reed-grass chairs cushioned with pillows in blue and green. Alpha sighed as he sat, the familiar motion finally draining the last vestige of the travelling-stress from his back. He leaned back into his chair and took a long sip of his tea, rolling it around his mouth.
Perfect indeed. Not even a hint of the bitter-scalded flavor he’d ended up with on his first five (fifty) tries. He hummed around a smile and another sip.
He met Kit’s eyes and felt his own gaze soften. He watched the swirls in his cyare’s eyes wind in lazy patterns, contentment and ease in every curl. They sat in silence, sipping their tea, glancing at one another every so often. Every time their eyes met, Alpha felt himself smile involuntarily, a secret thing he’d never let anyone but his Jedi see.
He reached the last dregs of his tea and swirled them in the bottom of the mug. He looked over and Kit was taking a long sip, eyes on Alpha bright and the swirls in their getting an excited edge.
Alpha raised an eyebrow. He got his answer with the touch of a cool foot to his calf, winding around the bulk of it to hook his foot over to Kit’s side of the table and around Kit’s calf.
He chuckled. “Now I may not have seen many holovids,” he said, “but aren’t we a little old for footsie, cyare?”
Kit smiled back, a flash of fang in the corners. “Perhaps I missed your skin against mine,” he said. “It was this or steal your cup, hmm?”
Alpha gripped his mug tighter and drained the dregs of his tea before they could get stolen, then pausing as the rest of Kit’s words registered. He hummed deep in his chest, the way he knew made Kit’s lek-tresses tingle with the vibration. “Oh, my skin then. Are you satisfied with just that much?”
The flash of fang brightened to a gleam. Alpha felt the warmth in his gut moving south at the sight. “And if I said I was far from satisfied, love?” Kit asked.
Alpha placed his mug on the table with deliberate slowness, pointing its handle just-so. He reached out with his hands and laughed as Kit drained his tea in two long swallows, set down his own mug with an uncharacteristic thump, and reached back. “And now?” he asked, letting his voice drop low. He hooked his other foot around Kit’s other calf, rubbing up and down.
The patterns in Kit’s eyes tightened into interest and his lek-tresses curled at the tips. “If I was still far from satisfied?” Kit asked, voice lighter than the look in his eyes.
He curled his hands tighter around Kit’s cool ones, squeezing once-twice. “I’d say you should tell me how to satisfy you,” he rumbled, letting his own smile show a hint of teasing teeth.
“I wouldn’t want to keep you away from rest,” Kit demurred, and Alpha could tell it was genuine even with the teasing edge to the words. If he said he was too tired, Kit would drop it and they would go lie down and lie next to one another, Kit curled into his chest in the way he’d been missing for two months. No resentment, simply comfort given in the way Alpha needed at the moment.
But he wasn’t tired. He said as much, raising an expectant eyebrow.
Across from him, Kit’s gaze sharpened with his grin. “In that case, love,” Kit said, “shall we retire?”
Alpha snorted. “You couldn’t pull off proper with your robes properly tied. Don’t try it in your shorts with your lekku curled,” he teased as he eased feet to the floor and levered himself upright, tugging at their still-joined hands. “Bed, cyare, before I get impatient.”
Kit oohed and teased, “Impatient? You? Oh, never…” A half-pause as Alpha wondered if he needed to tug again to pull his Jedi out of his own head. “...What would you do if you were impatient?” Kit asked a beat later, lek-tresses curling tighter.
“Mm, you want to find out?” Alpha growled. He let the curls in his cyare’s lek-tresses and the excited swirls in his eyes speak for themselves and leaned in, pausing for a breath as he released Kit’s hands and bent to grab at his waist. With no objection, he hefted his cyare over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom, warmth curling in his gut when Kit laughed and grabbed a palmful of his ass.
“Oh, impatient then,” Kit teased breathlessly. Alpha felt his lek-tresses trying to curl around his shoulder and sped up his stride, down the hallway to – bed.
Alpha bent to drop Kit onto the bed, letting his cyare sprawl backwards and watch, eyes bright, as he stripped his kute off his body. Alpha felt the gentle suggestion of touch to his back with no one behind him and moved forward, letting Kit usher him to hover over him on the bed, braced on his hands and knees.
Alpha pressed into the hands Kit ran over his body, let Kit trace the scars tracing his shoulders and streaking across his back. At Kit’s first gentle kiss to his neck, Alpha sucked in a breath on a muffled sound and he felt the hint of teeth as Kit smiled into his skin.
“Don’t sink your teeth into me before you even kiss me,” Alpha said, trying to sound teasing.
Kit hummed a laugh and came up to his mouth, scattering toothless butterfly kisses against his lips that Alpha tried to chase. Alpha ran his fingers down across Kit’s gill-ridges over his ribs and caught his gasp with his mouth before sliding both hands underneath Kit and pressing nails into the thicker skin of his back.
Kit growled into his mouth, nipping a warning at his lower lip, and Alpha rumbled a laugh. He nipped back, making Kit shiver when he timed his nips with light drags of his nails down Kit’s back.
Kit moved, trailing kisses that came close to nips across Alpha’s jaw and back down his throat to nestle in the hollow of it, where Alpha knew his pulse beat strongest. He shoved back the shiver of the knowledge of predator-sharp teeth at a vulnerable point and slid down to rest most of his weight onto his thighs and Kit’s hips, bringing his hands out to Kit’s sides for balance and resting on his elbows.
Kit thrummed deep in his chest and Alpha growled back with a smile on his face as he dipped to trace his own nipping kisses down Kit’s jaw, dodging the fragile gill-slits on his neck. “Don’t get impatient on me,” he murmured into Kit’s skin. “Let me savor this. I’ve missed you, cyare.”
Kit nodded slowly, eyes meeting Alpha’s, lek-tresses curled around one another and reaching to try and curl around Alpha’s hands where they rested by Kit’s shoulders. Alpha gave him a small smile as began to feather open-mouthed kisses down Kit’s throat over the gill-slits, down to his chest.
Kit bowed into the sensation as he kept moving downward, and Alpha could feel the dampness on his abs that meant Kit was as aroused as he looked.
He moved further down Kit’s body, pressing kisses when he remembered but mostly aiming for the pouch at Kit’s groin, just opening to let the first of a dozen tendrils flick free, shiny-slick.
“Mm, happy to see me,” Alpha said, bending to press a kiss to the tip of the tendril before sucking the tip into his mouth, tasting salt-fresh slick.
Kit groaned like Alpha had fucked into him. Alpha flashed a smug grin upwards to see Kit raising a brow in his direction. “Well?” Kit asked, breathless.
Alpha hummed, sucking on the tendril softly while keeping his eyes locked on Kit’s. The tendril tried to burrow into his mouth and he pulled back, letting it fall from his mouth to brush his lips pleadingly.
Kit would maintain that he didn’t whine, Alpha was sure, but the noise he made sounded too high-pitched to be any growl Alpha had ever heard. Alpha moved before Kit could ask him what he thought he was doing, teasing like that, and pressed his tongue to the slit the tendril emerged from.
Kit groaned from deep in his chest, a thrum under it making Alpha’s skin skiver. Alpha licked at the slick slit steadily, pressing into it just enough to pull the rest of Kit’s tendrils from his pouch to writhe over and around his face, spreading Kit’s slick across the lower half of his face like the best kind of claim.
He sank into the salty-skin smell, the wetness of Kit’s slick and the feeling of Kit’s hips beginning to undulate under his mouth and let loose his own moan as his hardening dick rubbed against the sheets underneath him.
He pressed Kit’s hips to the mattress with one hand, hearing Kit gasp – they both knew what Alpha would do next. Alpha brought his other hand up under his mouth, letting a tendril or two trace his lips and slip inside his mouth as his tongue traced along any tendril close enough to his lips to reach, and pressed one careful finger into the wet slit.
Based on the noise, Kit threw his head back into the pillow and pressed an elbow to his mouth to sink his teeth into. Alpha pulled back just enough to say, “None of that now, cyare, let me hear you,” before diving back in.
Alpha crooked his finger in Kit’s pouch, rubbing the roots of his tendrils, and Kit moaned, “Alpha, little gods!”
Hearing his name sunk a spike of heat into his groin and Alpha moaned around two tendrils that he’d taken into his mouth to suckle distractedly as he worked Kit’s pouch. Alpha let himself hump against the mattress once-twice to try and pull some of the tension out of his body but mostly succeeded in stoking the fire higher.
He pulled back to pant in a couple breaths and, in compensation, fit a second finger into Kit’s pouch and rubbed around the slick wetness, feeling it drip down his wrist. “That good, cyare?” he asked, dipping to lick a stripe up from where his fingers sunk into Kit’s pouch to the tip of a tendril, catching slick on his tongue and letting it drip down his chin.
LIttle gods, he loved how much his Jedi slicked up when he got excited, loved to smell like him for hours.
“Yes,” Kit growled, looking down with wild eyes, “more, please, Alpha-”
Alpha smiled sharply and said, “I can do more,” just before lowering his mouth back into the nest of winding tendrils that had, in the absence of his face to explore, had wound around his hand and wrist and tried to draw it deeper. He pressed into the mess of slick and slippery flesh, getting his mouth onto the bases of the tendrils and feathering wet kisses against the sensitive skin there, moaning to let the vibration carry upward.
He felt the characteristic tensing of one of the tendrils as it released its own small load of cum and reared up to try and catch the majority in his mouth. The bittersweet release cut through the salty slick coating his tongue and Alpha groaned, flexing his fingers deeper into Kit’s slit in reward. “So good for me, Kit,” he breathed, “so good.”
He bent down only to feel a hand press into his hair – a sign Kit needed a moment that they’d worked out early to make sure Alpha didn’t push his more sensitive body too far. “Mm?” he asked, looked up to see Kit staring at him like an Arrak snake eyeing a flitter. Ah – Kit wanted more than mouths tonight.
Alpha’s dick throbbed and he realized he did, too.
“Up here,” Kit moaned around a growl that he apparently couldn’t fight down as Alpha’s fingers shifted in his slit. “Let me touch you, Alpha.”
“I’ll let you do more than that,” Alpha promised, easing his fingers free and licking the slick from them on reflex.
Kit groaned and dropped his hand to Alpha’s shoulder, tugging him up Kit’s body to kiss him before his other hand pushed Alpha’s hips up enough that Alpha had to straddle Kit’s body or knee him in a currently very sensitive place.
Alpha laughed under his breath at the uncharacteristic rush, loving the side of Kit only he got to see. “We’ve got all night, cyare,” he said, looking around for the lube.
“I don’t want to wait all night,” Kit grumbled, one of his hands sneaking past Alpha’s hip, followed quickly by the wet sounds of slick.
Alpha let his hips rock languidly against Kit’s chest, dragging his dick across the muscle there, as he said, “If you try to fuck me with just your slick tonight, neither of us will have a good time and you know it.”
Prior experience had shown that Alpha’s body tended to absorb or wick away the salty wet slick more quickly than Kit’s tendrils could produce it once they got going, just leading to a dry fuck that neither of them enjoyed. Which was why they had – “Get the lube, love,” Alpha chided as the slick sounds continued. “Cmon, before I get impatient and get myself open.”
“I can do it,” Kit growled, eyes refocusing on Alpha’s, teeth bared. Alpha watched his lek-tresses flare around his head and curl tighter than ever and bared his own teeth back. He wasn’t going to take a dominance challenge, even instinctual, lying down. Or grinding down, as the case may be.
Kit flushed deep green under him as he realized the posturing he’d fallen into, and Alpha rumbled a laugh. He bent down, getting his slick-drenched mouth close enough to Kit’s nose to overwhelm him with his own scent on Alpha’s skin, and nipped at Kit’s jaw. “You know I like when you get wild,” he growled into the slowly warming skin, “but I’m not going to roll over for a flash of fang and a show.”
Kit laughed through a moan and Alpha heard their bedside drawer open without a hand on it. “Oh, still impatient are we?” he asked into another kiss feathered against Kit’s pulse.
“Excited,” Kit breathed, and Alpha heard the snick of the lube cap opening.
He grinned, full of teeth, against Kit’s pulse at the sound. Oh, but his Jedi was impatient –
The press of Kit’s finger, cool and slick with real lube, against his hole made him hum in his chest. He pressed back, willing his body to open like he knew it could.
He hadn’t had the privacy to do more than wrap a hand around his dick on the mission, so he’d tightened up enough to be inconvenient. Nothing he couldn’t work through.
Kit’s finger pressed into him and pressed aimlessly against his walls, as if Kit didn’t know the exact angle and depth he needed to hit Alpha’s prostate. Alpha pressed down and Kit gasped at the pressure just above his slit before grinning. “Now who’s impatient, mm?”
Alpha growled at the inward press of Kit’s second finger. “It’s been two months,” he managed. “Fuck me or let me fuck you.”
Kit laughed, eyes dancing and wild, and pressed one-two fast against his prostate before pulling his fingers out entirely. Alpha did not push back into the emptiness, but only because he was already moving down Kit’s body to hover over his groin. He let the tips of Kit’s tendrils flick wildly over his ass, over his taint and balls, teasing them both.
“You need to get closer so I can–" Kit said and cut himself off as Alpha lowered himself into Kit’s tendrils, two immediately finding their way into Alpha’s hole to replace the fingers Kit had pushed into him.
Alpha groaned at the feeling of the independent tendrils undulating in his hole, pressing unpredictably against his prostate and pushing deeper than Kit’s fingers could reach. The others writhed over his skin, some flicking across his taint and others curling gently around his balls.
Alpha felt a third tendril shove in and breathed in a gasp, the hand he had resting on Kit’s shoulder gripping tighter at the familiar stretch. Yes, this was what he’d been missing, what he’d needed. Kit stared up at him, breath panting out of his mouth, the air filled with the aroused-pleased thrumming noises from deep in his chest.
Alpha leaned down to leave open-mouthed kisses on Kit’s mouth and face, groaning at the feeling of a fourth tendril pushing into him as he bent forward.
Then he must have dropped enough that his dick was in reach of a majority of the tendrils, instead of the one or two that had been wrapping around it before, because Alpha felt two tendrils press under the head of his dick as some uncountable number of others writhed over the sensitive skin. He groaned at the feeling, both his hands flying out to catch himself before he fell fully onto Kit’s chest as his hips rocked against his own direction.
Kit’s lek-tresses wound around his wrists as soon as they were in reach and Kit gasped at the pheromones the sensors on the undersides picked up. Alpha groaned deeper at the twist of four tendrils in his ass, full enough that his prostate was under near-constant assault. “Oh, fuck,” he wheezed. “Forgot how much you liked my dick.”
Kit moaned around a laugh and Alpha rocked down into the undulating tendrils, feeling one release in his ass only to be replaced nearly immediately. “It is… a very good dick.”
“Mm, glad you approve.” Alpha moaned as the newcomer in his ass pressed around his prostate as if missing it on purpose. He felt a nudge of a fifth tendril on his rim and winced – Kit got the message and that one retreated to press into his prostate from the outside, against his taint.
Alpha panted for breath, hovering over Kit. He focused on Kit’s face and found him flushed deep green, eyes wide and laser-focused on Alpha, lek-tresses curled around one another and his wrists as tight as they could.
The tendrils on his dick flicked back under the head and he rocked forward with a groan, pressing into the sparks it sent down his spine. “Just like that,” he sighed. “Mm, you haven’t forgotten anything.”
“How could I forget you, Alpha?” Kit shot back with a gasp as two tendrils released over his balls, leaving him slick from tip to crack.
Alpha whined deep in his throat as two tendrils swept over his prostate just as the tendrils around his dick stroked up from base to tip, thrusting forward into the nest of tendrils and back into the ones in his ass. He braced himself harder and bent forward, arms not shaking but only because he forced them still, to press more messy kisses to Kit’s face, smearing drying slick over Kit’s face.
Kit reached up from where his hands had settled at Alpha’s hips to cradle the back of his neck, keeping his face in kissing range. Alpha panted for breath at another assault on his prostate, this time accompanied by feather-light strokes across his balls, and let Kit feather his own kisses and licks over Alpha’s face and neck.
Two more of Kit’s tendrils released into his ass, some of that release dripping back out of him as they retreated without being replaced. Alpha knew the signs and rocked deeper into the tendrils still pressing into and around him, giving them friction.
He groaned at the slick feeling of his rim, loose around the two tendrils still in his ass, and groaned even louder as the tendrils still around his balls and dick tightened as Kit moaned from behind his teeth. “Yes, cyare, that’s it,” he gasped, rocking into the feeling, trying to ride it to completion before –
Kit’s hand on his neck slid down to his shoulder and tightened into a grip tight enough to burn and Alpha pressed down just as Kit bowed up, a growl tearing out of his throat. Alpha bent forward and settled his teeth onto Kit’s jaw just above his gills and growled in return, tightening around the tendrils inside himself and rocking into the slick tendrils wrapped around his dick.
Kit dragged him closer, chest to chest, and groaned as he came, his hips jumping up hard enough to almost unseat Alpha. Alpha rode it out, feeling Kit’s panting breaths against his neck, his dick still rock-hard and straining for the sensation now slowly fading away as Kit’s tendrils retreated back into his pouch.
Alpha huffed, barely able to keep himself from rocking down into skin that would quickly be approaching oversensitive. He kept himself to little thrusts of his hips, fists clenched in the sheets underneath them.
Kit relaxed under him with a sigh, sounding almost apologetic to Alpha’s ear, and rubbed his hands up Alpha’s sides, spreading the slick and release covering Alpha’s groin up his ribs.
Alpha hummed a happy note at the bliss on Kit’s face, but growled even more happily as Kit’s hands pulled him up his body. Alpha unwound his fists from the sheets to grab a pillow and tuck it behind Kit’s head as gently as he could as he moved, and braced his hands against the wall over the bed’s headboard.
“You good for this?” he asked quietly, and Kit hummed happily in response, mouth already dropping open to welcome him in, lips tucked easily around sharp teeth.
Alpha groaned at the sight and reached down to guide himself into Kit’s mouth, wet and tight and perfect. Kit flicked his tongue on the underside of his dick, right where his tendrils had focused, and it took every ounce of discipline left in Alpha’s body to keep from thrusting forward.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “So good to me, Kit.” Kit’s tongue swirled around the head of his dick until a hand on his hip pressed him deeper into Kit’s mouth.
Alpha looked down and saw Kit’s eyes glittering and swirling with love-lust-bliss, his lek-tresses hanging contently limp and felt the beginnings of orgasm gather in his groin, burning him from the inside out. He breathed out another expletive, barely pumping his hips for the friction.
He felt Kit’s other hand move around his ass from his hip and went loose, groaning at the feeling of two fingers slipping into his fuck-loose hole to swipe over his prostate. The fire burned hotter and he felt his thighs tighten right as Kit sucked his dick down, tongue pressing against the underside from tip to root, and he choked out a gasp and came with stars behind his eyes, distantly grateful for the force – or Force – that kept his hips still against Kit’s mouth.
He groaned a sigh as he came down, Kit still sucking and licking at his dick until he winced and pulled back. Kit let him go, his fingers slipping free and leaving him slick and open again, and Alpha eeled down to press his head to Kit’s in keldabe, trying to steady his breathing.
“Love you, cyare,” he breathed.
“As I love you, my heart,” Kit echoed, a soft smile on his face as he leaned back into the keldabe.
Alpha lay there, breathing in the salt-sweat-bittersweet release smell of sex with his cyare, and debated on staying there forever. That lasted until he shifted to take pressure off his spine and the slick-loose sensation in his ass shifted from hot to unpleasant.
Kit huffed a laugh at the face he must have made, lek-tresses tired-limp now, and waved a hand to summon two sanitowels from their stash in the same drawer they kept the lube.
Alpha thanked him quietly and rolled off to get the worst of the slick and pale-white release off his groin – and his abs, and his ribs, and his face, little gods – quietly. Kit did the same next to him, the only sound for a long, quiet moment their breaths and the strokes of towels on skin.
As clean as he was going to get without a sonic, Alpha lay back down against Kit’s side and pressed a chaste kiss to his shoulder, letting his lips rest there for a long moment. He let Kit’s quiet breaths and solid form settle him back into his own body until he felt like he could manage more than a couple steps.
Sighing, he straightened and grabbed the soiled sanitowel from Kit’s held out hand, tossing both into the trash receptacle as he went to the ‘fresher to clean up better than a towel could manage.
He emerged a few minutes later to find Kit sprawled across fresh sheets, still as nude as his hatching day, with a conspicuous spot left between him and the door to the bedroom. Alpha smiled to himself at the gesture, knowing Kit didn’t fully understand his need to stand between his cyare and any danger but still arranged it so that Alpha could.
A different kind of warmth rose in his chest as he slid into their bed, getting comfortable for a few short seconds. As soon as he stopped moving, Kit’s head landed on his bare chest, a cool weight grounding him into the present.
Even with the weight, Alpha found his thoughts wandering as he lay back into his own pillow. He remembered their first time sharing a bed, the awkwardness of the tight quarters and his own feelings still budding slowly. He would never have imagined that he could have a life like this in the first life he lived, the one that ended bloody and dark and wrong, all of the laughter that echoed through the Temple now gone quiet and death-still –
Kit’s cool hand on his chest brought him up out of the memories, rubbing circles into his pec.
“Thinking too loud, love,” Kit hushed in the quiet of their bedroom. “We are here, and that life will not happen again. We’ve ensured it.”
Alpha chuckled a quiet laugh, only forcing it a little. He let the rhythmic circles of Kit’s hand bring his emotions back down, relaxing back into their bed and breathing in deeply. He let the scents of their rooms – Kit’s skin, and the Alderaani tea they’d drunk just before, and the salt-wet smell of Kit’s entry pool to the aquatic levels of the Temple – and the memory of a rebreather between his teeth and fins on his feet as he followed Kit into those levels bring him fully into the present. He let the salt-sweet scent of Kit’s skin wash over him, subsume the remembered stench of blasterfire and ozone from orbital bombardment under the calm of the present.
This was real. He’d saved his vode, saved the Jedi, and found a cyare in the process. It was all real.
Alpha breathed deep, letting Kit’s gentle breaths in counterpoint soothe him down into dreamless sleep.